Tuesday, August 28

Running against the wind...

The Super Sub

Do you know what it feels like to sit with your face in your hands, completely depressed and wretched for 93 minutes ? I do.

Do you know the feeling of an indescribable joy begin somewhere in your toes and burst into your brain after the aforementioned 93 minutes ? I know that too.

I woke up this morning to find out that Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has retired from football. To not see him on the pitch any more in the familiar Manchester United no. 20 shirt leaves me with a hollow feeling somewhere inside. How soon before the Welsh wizard and the Ginger ninja are gone as well ?

And how in the name of all that is decent is the Indian team going to replace Tendulkar, Dravid, Ganguly, Laxman and Kumble when they retire ? Granted, the Australians went through something similar, but they were the Australians.

Generations are defined by their sporting heroes. We spend countless hours reliving those incredible moments, remembering exactly where we were and what we were doing as they were being etched forever in history and memory. Tendulkar at Sharjah, Dravid at Headingly, Ganguly at Adelaide, Laxman at Calcutta, Kumble at Delhi, Giggs at Aston Villa, Solskjaer at the Nou Camp, Cantona anywhere.... we are humbled and grateful simultaneously.

And the sobriquets - the smiling assassin, the baby-faced assassin, the wall, the master-blaster... who will relate to them, recognise them and smile wistfully, except for us ?

Ole... Thank you for the memories.

2 comments:

Ashish said...

Ole!
If you know all of what I mean.

Ashish said...

Umm... I can't access Gmail, and other such websites. Bhaat is your mail id, sirjee?