Football, Bloody Hell!

I Used To Have A Saying That When A Player Is At His Peak, He Feels As Though He Can Climb.

If Ever There Was One Player, Anywhere In The World, That Was Made For Manchester United, It Was Cantona. He Swaggered In, Stuck His Chest Out, Raised His Head And Surveyed Everything As Though He Was Asking: 'i'm Cantona. How Big Are You? Are You Big Enough For Me?'

Funnily Enough We Have Never Had One Enquiry For Paul Scholes. You Know Why? Because They All Know He Will Never Leave. In My Time He Would Be In The Top Six Or Seven (best United Players Ever) Without A Doubt. His Contribution And Quality Have Been Great, Even Without The Fantastic Goals He Has Scored. [ . . . ] He Has That Wonderful Velvet Touch On The Ball. When He Gets It, It Goes Stone Dead. It Is Wonderful To See That Amidst All The Mayhem That Can Happen In A Football Match.

Well, Football Is A Hard Game; There's No Denying It. It's A Game That Can Bring Out The Worst In You, At Times.

As Long As There Are Games To Play Its Not Over