a sad day for football...
it's a really sad day for football. first up, the less important, but nonetheless significant to me and other red devils out there.
another united stalwart has passed through the gates of the theatre of dreams in his playing boots for the last time. goal nets around europe must be heaving a sigh of relief as the baby-faced assassin will no longer be targetting them any further as ole gunnar solskjaer hangs up his boots after battling with injury. truly, it is rare to see a player struggle so long against the odds, especially since he isn't a sure starter in the team. i am infuriated that some people have the temerity to compare him with the infamous winston bogarde, but here's the main difference between ole and that slack, money grubbing mercenary of a dutchman: ole was wanted by united. and adored by the fans. we will never forget the goals ole gave us, and even though he was a super-sub of a player, he never moaned. he just got on with it and did his job when called upon. none ever more important than that crucial goal on that fateful night in barcelona. the one, snatched in the dying minutes, if not seconds, poked past oliver kahn to give united that unprecedented treble in one of, if not the most dramatic cup finals in history.
while you'll still remain at old trafford, whoever takes upon that number 20 will have tremendous shoes to fill. you will be missed ole.
sadly, while football waved away the illustrious career of one son, it bade farewell to another one from these earthly shores.
antonio puerta of sevilla fc passed away after suffering a heart attack during a match in spain. now, i ain't no sevilla fan, nor do i follow spanish football with very great a gusto. nonethless, it is very, very sad to see someone die. it may just be a game, and there are other people dying out there. but it is still really tragic to see someone my age die just like that.
i may not know you, but may you rest in peace, and God look after you and your family.
another united stalwart has passed through the gates of the theatre of dreams in his playing boots for the last time. goal nets around europe must be heaving a sigh of relief as the baby-faced assassin will no longer be targetting them any further as ole gunnar solskjaer hangs up his boots after battling with injury. truly, it is rare to see a player struggle so long against the odds, especially since he isn't a sure starter in the team. i am infuriated that some people have the temerity to compare him with the infamous winston bogarde, but here's the main difference between ole and that slack, money grubbing mercenary of a dutchman: ole was wanted by united. and adored by the fans. we will never forget the goals ole gave us, and even though he was a super-sub of a player, he never moaned. he just got on with it and did his job when called upon. none ever more important than that crucial goal on that fateful night in barcelona. the one, snatched in the dying minutes, if not seconds, poked past oliver kahn to give united that unprecedented treble in one of, if not the most dramatic cup finals in history.
while you'll still remain at old trafford, whoever takes upon that number 20 will have tremendous shoes to fill. you will be missed ole.
sadly, while football waved away the illustrious career of one son, it bade farewell to another one from these earthly shores.
antonio puerta of sevilla fc passed away after suffering a heart attack during a match in spain. now, i ain't no sevilla fan, nor do i follow spanish football with very great a gusto. nonethless, it is very, very sad to see someone die. it may just be a game, and there are other people dying out there. but it is still really tragic to see someone my age die just like that.
i may not know you, but may you rest in peace, and God look after you and your family.
greg last trudged in on 8/29/2007 12:34:00 am
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