最开始看他踢球，大概是在初二初三的时候，小贝同学在经历了噩梦般的法国世界杯之旅后，背负着全英格兰的谩骂，回到老特拉福德，我是从那时开始看曼联踢球的，随后便是那传奇的98-99三冠王。
那时我14岁，他15岁。
2008年8月2日，Manchester United vs. RCD Espanyol, Pre-season match, Testimonial for Ole Gunnar Solskjær，
曼联同西班牙人的季前热身赛，索尔斯克亚的告别纪念赛，从此以后，我们再也看不到baby-face身披20号飞翔于Old Trafford.
这时，我24岁，他35岁。
十年前，一个十几岁的孩子，看着“叔叔”偶像们驰骋于球场，十年后，自己看着同龄人和比自己小的“弟弟”们一道并肩作战，这时，褪去了狂热，球员也不再是偶像，只是我仍然保留着一份热爱。
岁月的脚步永远都无法挽留，很想知道，当有一天，小时候的偶像全部离开了赛场的时候，自己是否会感到更多的悲怆和苍凉——我是看Ryan Giggs, Paul Scholes, Gary and Phillip Neville, Nicky Butt, Roy Keane, David Beckham, Ole Gunnar Solskjær, Mikael Silvestre, Teddy Sheringham, Wes Brown, Jaap Stam, 看着他们踢球长大的，现在，他们或离开，或老去，很多不舍，只能通过游戏来弥补，在足球经理里，我把他们都买回来，给他们教练合同，让大家在一起。
在这个年代，曼联和其它大球会最大的不同，就是他给自己的老球员家庭成员一般的待遇，只俺看阿森纳，有哪个球员能在那里终老？seldom，皇马，巴萨，又怎么样？只有拜仁，也可以做到。尽管小贝同学现在更像是一位celebrity，但他毕竟还是Old Trafford走出的孩子，希望有一天，他退役时，回来穿上曼联的球衣，一样有为他的Testimonial.
Ole Gunnar Solskjær, 20legend
When he joined United in year 1996,
His priceless goal at Camp Nou in year 1999,
Officially announced retirement ahead of home match vs Sunderland on 4 September 2007,
Playing his new role as coach staff of Manchester United.
Feb 14 2006
By Jon Bramley
TURIN, Feb 14 (Reuters) – Zhang Dan is only 20 and probably knows nothing of the great acts of courage and defiance which have graced the Olympics Games over the past 110 years.
But on Monday night she wrote her own piece of Games history which will never be forgotten by the thousands who witnessed it in the ice rink or the many millions who watched on television.
The tiny, elfin-faced ice dancer had an outside chance of a gold when she and partner Zhang Hao took to the ice to round off a mesmerising night in the pairs event.
Within a few seconds of their routine their hopes were dashed. Zhang was thrown high into the air and span in a blur four times in an attempt at the rarely witnessed quadruple Salchow.
To gasps all around a packed Palavela, Zhang misjudged her landing and hit the ice with a sickening thud. Her legs crumpled beneath her like a new-born fawn and, all dignity lost, she slithered into a crash barrier on her backside.
For a second or two, she remained there, a broken figure before gingerly regaining her feet and attempting to continue the routine. It was clear within a few further seconds she could do no such thing.
Her background music stopped and the fixed smile of the skater was replaced by a grimace of pain. After a few more moments she skated stiffly towards her coach.
That appeared to be the end of it but Zhang, as we were all to discover, has a backbone of pure tungsten steel.
After a couple more minutes she started slowly circling the ice again before indicating she was ready to carry on.
The crowd, finally catching on to this remarkable feat of sporting bravery, broke into instantaneous applause and then watched in silent entrancement as Zhang returned to this sporting high wire balancing act.
HIGH-RISK
Only she will know how she got through the next five or six minutes but by the end of it, Zhang and her partner had completed the rest of their routine, involving several more high-risk spins without so much as a blade out of place.
Their reward at the end was deafening cheering — louder than for the gold-medal Russian pair who had preceeded them — and a standing ovation from the entire arena.
Zhang received her marks with a huge bandage on her thigh and an ice pack on her knee. Extraordinarily, the Chinese had bounced back from this early-routine crash to earn enough points for the silver.
At a news conference, Zhang gave a good impression of a young woman who did not understand what the fuss was about.
She described her fall as "probably a good experience for my future career" but spoke almost nothing of the courage she had summoned to carry on after such a tumble.
In fact, nothing she will do in the sport will be remembered in the same way even if she wins at the next three Games.
Pietri Dorando, the little marathon runner from Italy, was a first class runner who repeatedly won the leading races of his day but is remembered today as the man who was helped over the line in the London Games of 1908 after collapsing completely spent within metres of the finishing line.
His aides succeeded only in ensuring his disqualification but they also confirmed his place indelibly in sporting history while the winner of that race has long since been forgotten.
Most would be hard pressed to name another sportsman or woman who even took part in those Games but Dorando’s memory is revered in athletics to this day.
You can fast forward nearly 90 years from Dorando to Kerri Strug, the U.S. gymnast.
She also had a glittering career but it was only her courage in pulling off a gold medal-winning vault for the home team at the Atlanta Games while her badly sprained ankle was heavily strapped that confirms her place in sporting history.
That was only 10 years ago but today papers and Websites still refer to those few seconds of almost foolhardy bravery as the defining moment of the 1996 Atlanta Games.
We may just have seen the defining moment of the 20th Winter Olympics in Turin’s Palavela ice rink on Monday night.
quoted from the official website of Turin 2006
http://www.torino2006.org/ENG/OlympicGames/news/news_eng160974.html
I knew that Chinese duo has won a silver in figure skating after a fall from Irene’s space.
Frankly speaking, i didn’t pay much attention on it until i watch the replay from television after supper. It must be definitely very hurt for tiny Zhang, and it really impressed me for what she had done, that is come back to carry on.
She’s really a proud for whole Chinese, and for the true spirit of Olympics as well.
I want to f*ck Sinclair!
Where is the dam assistant Referee?! Can’t you see that Sinclair had already been in the position of offside?!!!
I want to f*ck Vassell!
I want to f*ck Jordan!
I want to f*ck Fowler!
But whom I want to **** especially is that ever silly fool Referee Bennett!!!
Have you ever seen what a dirty tackle that Jordan gave my Cristiano Ronaldo, but how you can send Ronaldo off the pitch!!!
I can’t believe how you use the eyes that God gave you! Well done! What a wise Referee you are! (Here used to had some dirty words which i found may be too impolite to Mr. Bennett, but what i want to emphasize is that i’m really disappointed with the way he treated me this two hours ago.)
It is you that ruined the rival derby!
How you could treat my Manchester United this way!!!
Dam it!
F*ck this terribly derby and F*ck this 3-1 defeat!!!
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It is with extreme sadness that we learned of George Best’s tragic death. He was 59.
The Belfast-born genius was without a shadow of doubt one of the greatest footballers the world has ever seen and in the opinion of many he truly was… the best.
Even Pele, the only exponent of the globe’s most popular sport to contest Best’s mantle, went on record to say that he thought George was indeed incomparable in football history. Loftier praise would be hard to acquire.
It would be impossible for anyone to deny that throughout his career he possessed a singular talent that was laced with greatness from the outset. Some would suggest that Stanley Matthews was the greatest ever, while others would plump for Tom Finney. Diego Maradona would certainly get some votes while the likes of Johan Cruyff and Alfredo Di Stefano would surely feature in the discussion. It has always been a tricky exercise comparing players from different eras, but there can be no doubt that George Best would have always stolen the show.
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He was special in the world of football. He was destined to become the first genuine pop idol footballer, but his glittering career in the beautiful game almost didn’t happen.
Best arrived in Manchester as youngster in 1961 with his friend Eric McMordie, who went on to play for Middlesbrough, but was so intimidated by hustle and bustle of life in a big city that he was quickly back on the ferry to Belfast. Sir Matt Busby and Jimmy Murphy, the Reds’ legendary management duo, needed all their persuasive guile to tempt him back to Old Trafford, but succeed they did and it was amongst the best days’ work they ever did during their glorious reign at United.
Originally tipped for stardom by Bob Bishop, United’s hugely respected talent scout in Northern Ireland, Best proceeded to fast-track his way to the top. He made his debut, as 17-year-old, against West Bromwich Albion in September 1963, just a few short months after helping United win the FA Youth Cup for the sixth time. The Old Trafford crowd took him to their hearts instantly and he was to be their darling for the next ten years.
The club was still in the throws of re-building after losing the core of the great 1950s side in the Munich Air Disaster, and he proved to be the missing piece of the jigsaw alongside other great names like Bobby Charlton, Denis Law, Pat Crerand, Nobby Stiles and Bill Foulkes.
United picked up their first league title since before Munich in 1965, at the end of Best’s first season, and again two years later. Then in 1968 the European Cup, for so long the club’s holy grail, was finally captured and Best scored one of the goals as United defeated Benfica in front of 100,000 ecstatic supporters at Wembley.
It was crowning moment of the club’s history at that time, but the team was showing signs of ageing and was ripe for another revamp. That was to take time and Best was increasingly relied upon to pull the team through when the chips were down. He was more than up to the task and on occasion he literally won matches single-handedly.
His excesses away from the game invariably made the headlines and his every move was splashed across the front pages. It became too much for him on several occasions and more than once he announced that he had played his last match for his beloved Manchester United. It was turbulent time with the club, going through a troublesome transformation and their one true world class star finding his name in the papers for all the wrong reasons.
He and United eventually reached the end of the road in January 1974 when after yet another reconciliation, orchestrated by then boss Tommy Docherty, the mercurial Irishman was left out of the team to play Plymouth Argyle in an FA Cup tie. Best knew it was the end and he left Old Trafford on that dismal Manchester day never to return, at least not in a playing capacity.
United had been robbed of perhaps the greatest footballing talent the world has ever seen at the time when he should have just been reaching the zenith of his magical career. He was 27 when he played his last game for Manchester United.
It wasn’t to be his last outing as a player for he went to represent a whole raft of clubs including Fulham, Stockport County and Hibernian as well as carving out a mildly impressive career in America. But, it was his personal life and a gradual decline into alcoholism that was to be his eventual downfall. His health suffered hugely and he became mere shadow of the handsome, vital superstar of earlier life.
Anyone who was lucky enough to see him in a Manchester United shirt has a unique and abiding memory that will never diminish, for to see George Best with a football at his feet was a sight that transcended mere sport. He was surely the most gifted individual football has ever produced and though many pretenders may have attempted to replicate his wonderful skills in the years since none has gone within a football pitch’s length of succeeding.
Capped 37 times by Northern Ireland, he made more than 450 appearances for United, scoring 178 goals – including six in one match against Northampton Town.
His passing will be mourned wherever football is played and in many places where it isn’t.
It is unlikely we will ever see his like again.
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