Ole.
tuesday well. it's the soccer news of the day. solskjaer has retired and after a fantastic career with manchester united, he stays on as a coach. in any case, it only serves to make the lack of strikers a more obvious problem. with or without saha/rooney, man utd clearly lacks the bite to score as and when they want. the win over tottenham wasn't the prettiest but a win nonetheless. win ugly. that's how you win championships.
anyhows. today was a real long day. started to clear my stuff (with the intent to take half a day off) before it hit me that i wouldn't have that luxury, not for this week anyway. was then tasked to prepare some maps. took me forever. started before lunch, worked till nearly 6.30pm before i decided that i should just continue tomorrow.
am temporarily mute due to a huge ulcer on my tongue. can't eat properly without tearing nor can i even drink water because it bites. solution? salt. lots of it. cringe, curse and swear but i think it's getting better. hah!
oh. 7th month has just started and though i don't believe in any of those, i think i learnt a lot (and fun too) whilst helping the guys prepare the offerings and such. pretty rare to see people around my age (ok ok. plus/minus 10 years) practice such things anymore. whatever it is, believe in them or not, some things are better left as they are without criticism or comment. racial and religious acceptance. not tolerance. acceptance.
so to end off, a poignant article about solskjaer:
18 April, 1998. An injury-beleaguered United were limping towards the finishing line of another hard-fought title race with Arsenal. By this point, while still mathematically well in the hunt to retain the trophy, the Reds were down to the bare bones and the Gunners had built up an unstoppable momentum.
Ole was thrown into the action against Newcastle with the score locked at 1-1. United were laying siege to the Magpies' goal, but just couldn't get a vital winner. With a minute remaining, such was United's commitment to attack, that one cleared corner left Magpies midfielder Rob Lee with a free run on goal from inside his own half.
Having only been on the field 10 minutes, Ole used his freshness to sprint after Lee in a nail-biting race. Should United concede, that would be the season over. The gap continued to narrow until Lee got to the edge of the United area, when Ole flung himself into an awful challenge and was, quite rightly, sent off.
In ensuring the foul was outside the box, however, he had prevented an almost certain goal and a potential penalty. In recognition, he was handed a standing ovation by the Old Trafford crowd.
It's not the proudest moment of Ole's career, I'd imagine, and he was carpeted by Sir Alex for his lack of sportsmanship after the game, but it was a deliberate self-sacrifice which laid bare his worth as a player and a man.
anyhows. today was a real long day. started to clear my stuff (with the intent to take half a day off) before it hit me that i wouldn't have that luxury, not for this week anyway. was then tasked to prepare some maps. took me forever. started before lunch, worked till nearly 6.30pm before i decided that i should just continue tomorrow.
am temporarily mute due to a huge ulcer on my tongue. can't eat properly without tearing nor can i even drink water because it bites. solution? salt. lots of it. cringe, curse and swear but i think it's getting better. hah!
oh. 7th month has just started and though i don't believe in any of those, i think i learnt a lot (and fun too) whilst helping the guys prepare the offerings and such. pretty rare to see people around my age (ok ok. plus/minus 10 years) practice such things anymore. whatever it is, believe in them or not, some things are better left as they are without criticism or comment. racial and religious acceptance. not tolerance. acceptance.
so to end off, a poignant article about solskjaer:
18 April, 1998. An injury-beleaguered United were limping towards the finishing line of another hard-fought title race with Arsenal. By this point, while still mathematically well in the hunt to retain the trophy, the Reds were down to the bare bones and the Gunners had built up an unstoppable momentum.
Ole was thrown into the action against Newcastle with the score locked at 1-1. United were laying siege to the Magpies' goal, but just couldn't get a vital winner. With a minute remaining, such was United's commitment to attack, that one cleared corner left Magpies midfielder Rob Lee with a free run on goal from inside his own half.
Having only been on the field 10 minutes, Ole used his freshness to sprint after Lee in a nail-biting race. Should United concede, that would be the season over. The gap continued to narrow until Lee got to the edge of the United area, when Ole flung himself into an awful challenge and was, quite rightly, sent off.
In ensuring the foul was outside the box, however, he had prevented an almost certain goal and a potential penalty. In recognition, he was handed a standing ovation by the Old Trafford crowd.
It's not the proudest moment of Ole's career, I'd imagine, and he was carpeted by Sir Alex for his lack of sportsmanship after the game, but it was a deliberate self-sacrifice which laid bare his worth as a player and a man.
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