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Wenger: Praise for United boss

 

 

Arsene Wenger feels Sir Alex Ferguson has shown "special qualities" to chalk up 700 Premier League games in charge of Manchester United.

 

The 68-year-old Scot - who took charge at Old Trafford in 1986 - is set to reach the landmark in the match at Everton.

 

Wenger's relationship with his old adversary has mellowed somewhat in recent years, the pair having more than the odd bust-up when Arsenal and United battled for domestic supremacy.

 

The Frenchman - now in his 14th season with the Gunners - has someway to go to catch Ferguson, with 527 Premier League games to date, and paid tribute to the United manager.

 

"It is dedication and it is a fantastic achievement," Wenger said.

 

"He deserves a lot of credit to show such consistency at the top level which needs special qualities and special dedication.

 

"That certainly means 700 sleepless nights before and 700 sleepless nights sometimes after the game!"

 

 

JAMIE REDKNAPP

 

I was playing for Spurs against Manchester United and remember looking at Cristiano Ronaldo in the tunnel and admiring his shape and physique. He looked like a footballer. At the time, plenty were dismissing him as a show pony. There was a lot of focus on his theatrical falls and tricks, without too much end product.

 

After the game, I saw Sir Alex and said: 'Your No 7 isn't too bad.' He looked at me and said: 'I'm telling you, he's going to be one of the best players in the world.'

 

His development of Ronaldo is an indication of his passion for the game, his knowledge and ability to spot a United player, because it's harder to play for the bigger clubs, such are the demands and expectations, the pressure to perform consistently when everyone is trying to bring you down.

 

Look at what Ferguson did with players such as David Beckham, Paul Scholes and Ryan Giggs. He is a brilliant spotter of talent and he knows how to take that talent and make them into a United talent. It was the same with Eric Cantona. It sums him up as a manager. I wonder if Ronaldo will ever enjoy his football as much as he did when he played for Sir Alex.

 

Ian Ladyman

 

It was the day after Boxing Day 2004 and I sat with a group of other daily newspaper reporters in a small ante-room at United's Carrington training ground. The day before, Wayne Rooney had been criticised by Bolton manager Sam Allardyce for a swipe at defender Tal Ben Haim with his arm.

 

Sir Alex seemed in reasonable humour as he sat down behind his desk, gently chiding us for 'ruining my Christmas by making me come here'. As can sometimes be the case, though, the United manager's temper was on a hair-trigger that day and my questioning about the Rooney incident promptly saw a storm blow up, the like of which I had never seen before and indeed have never seen since.

 

Sir Alex was into his stride quicker than Usain Bolt as he vented his spleen at Ben Haim for his alleged play-acting and at us, the written press, for not highlighting it - even though, as I tried to point out, we actually had. When he is in this mood - when the red mist has well and truly come down - Sir Alex is impossible to reason with. It's as close as a journalist can ever come to feeling what it must be like when the dressing room hairdryer is turned on.

 

One of his strengths has always been the depth of his own convictions and the blind loyalty he feels towards his own players and indeed the club he has built in his own image. At times, it spills over. Deep down I can't believe that he doesn't sometimes regret it when it does.

 

This was certainly one of those occasions. I won't repeat the exact dialogue here - although I have kept a copy - but as I tried to reason with him, tried to direct the exchange back on to a course fit to publish in a newspaper, Sir Alex merely swept me away, shouting over me, the air blue with profanities and accusations.

 

By the end he was standing on his feet and his final act was to swipe his right hand across the table, sending eight tape recorders flying into the wall. With that he walked towards the door but, before he left the room, he turned back to us. 'Now you've got me to lose my f*****g temper,' he grimaced. Wonderful.

 

 

Martin Keown

 

After my run-in with Ruud van Nistelrooy at Old Trafford in 2003, the rivalry between Arsenal and Manchester United had never been greater. But I was still surprised by the way Ferguson behaved when I next saw him.

 

We were in the marble hall at Highbury before the game and he was greeting people he knew. But he did his level best to ignore me, which he hadn't done before. He usually shook my hand so I was a bit put out.

 

But a few years later, after I had left Arsenal, I saw him at Jim Smith's testimonial dinner in Blenheim Palace in Oxford. It was in the middle of the season and he must have been very busy but he took the time out to go along. I made a decision to go and shake hands with him. He was very warm and gracious - the perfect gentleman. I guess I wasn't a rival any more at that point but it made me realise how different he was away from work and how competitive he is with it.

 

 

Matt Lawton

 

THE first thing Sir Alex Ferguson said to me takes some beating as an opening line. 'Are you related to that tramp?' he enquired, which not only took me by surprise but also suggested, back in 1995, that someone had given him some duff information. Well obviously.

 

But this was classic Ferguson. A then typical response to the arrival of another young journalist on the scene. He didn't trust you. He didn't want you using him to make a name for yourself. He didn't want you getting comfortable. Instead, he wanted to put a marker down. During the seven years I worked specifically as a Manchester-based football reporter, there were other such run-ins.

 

Soon after he had announced his intention to retire in 2001 I'd run a story about how the new board members at Aberdeen would offer him an opportunity to return to Pittodrie as club chairman at the end of the season. That morning I got a call from Paddy Harverson, then the director of communications at Manchester United, who informed me Ferguson was spitting mad, not least because his phone hadn't stopped ringing. Harverson wanted to try to diffuse the situation before I arrived at Carrington for his press conference later that day.

 

Sadly, he failed and Ferguson launched into a verbal tirade that turned briefly physical when I argued that the story was true. Harverson had to dive between us, suggested I leave and then - rather courageously it has to be said - told Ferguson that he not only believed the story had some substance, but that he also probably shouldn't have tried to throw me out.

 

In fairness to Ferguson, he did then grant me permission to re-enter the building for an interview I had arranged with Ryan Giggs. 'You still here?' he asked as he walked past. There was a moment in a televised Champions League press conference. 'It would take an entire interview to answer that question and it's an interview you're never going to get,' he said, much to the amusement of my colleagues.

 

But there is another side to Ferguson. A hugely generous side that many of the same journalists he has jousted with over the years have experienced. When colleagues he's known have been taken ill he's turned up at the hospital; even made a visit to their homes.

 

I'm not sure he'd do that for me but it's been a great ride all the same. One of the highlights of reporting, for the last 15 years, on this amazing game.

 

GRAHAM POLL

 

My first 'hairdryer' came in 1996 after a 2-2 draw against Everton. He was furious that I had not added enough time - I had only added nine minutes! Our next meeting was on November 16, 1996, again at Old Trafford and his 10th anniversary at United. I told him that I had considered buying him a watch to mark the occasion. He replied that after my last visit he had considered buying me one - a Mickey Mouse one!

 

After one game at Old Trafford he waited for me in the tunnel and blasted at me that 'someone would have to take an axe out and fell one of his forwards before I awarded them a penalty.'

 

On my next visit, as the assistants walked down the line-ups doing their equipment check, I shouted: 'Make sure you check for axes, it'll help me with penalty appeals!' He smiled at me. Sir Alex did try to intimidate officials but respected good ones. He encouraged me to continue refereeing after my World Cup cock-up and offered support. He does care about the game and not just Manchester United. The referees should listen to his ideas - they would benefit.

 

STEVE CURRY

 

There are many happy memories of sitting in Fergie's office at their old Cliff training ground. His banter, particularly with Brian Kidd, was the stuff of stand-up comics, especially when the jokes were about who had been the better player. Yet nothing gave him greater pleasure than watching Eric Cantona go through his strict, post-training practice. Of all the players Sir Alex has managed, the Frenchman's skills and presence have given him the greatest pleasure and galvanised the side that won four Premier League titles with him in the team. He loved, too, Cantona's mystery; his use of language and when he said things like: 'The ball is like a woman, she loves to be caressed.' Fergie would drool with admiration.

 

He describes the day, on April 24, 1997, when Cantona told him he intended to quit as a hook to the head and his imagination is still fired by memories of his upturned collar and guardsman's gait. Cantona is on record as saying: 'I want to die from an overdose of love.' Well, Eric, there are few who admired you more than Fergie.

MICHAEL WALKER

 

In Ferguson's old office at The Cliff at the end of 1999, his annus mirabilis, he was in a content and reflective mood talking to the Irish Times. He was generous with his time and, as others will confirm, charismatic, friendly, teeming with stories.

 

The controversial World Club Championship in Brazil was looming - 'we didn't want to go, that's the nuts and bolts of it' - and there was debate about Martin Edwards' intentions, possible Irish ownership, Roy Keane's new contract and Brian Kidd's departure - 'the saddest part of my life here, no question'. Attack and intent have been key Ferguson words but he admitted he had been too hard at times.

 

'But it suited the environment I was in, at St Mirren and Aberdeen. Coming to Man United I carried on a bit of Aberdeen for a spell. But then I needed to start thinking - this was different, this was expectation, this was big league, this is the biggest.' A line from his recently published autobiography about his time at Aberdeen had referred to the team's 'creative aggression'. It was put to Ferguson that the phrase suited him. He agreed: 'Yeah, that sums me up.'

 

JEFF POWELL

 

The Old Trafford draw against Juventus in the first leg of the 1999 Champions League semi-final looked ominous. For the public record, Fergie acknowledged it would be tough in Turin. But, as we left the press conference, he beckoned me into a small room. 'Have a Scotch,' he said. As we clinked glasses he looked hard at me and said: 'We'll beat 'em over there and we'll go on and win this thing.' 'Maybe,' I said. He grinned: 'Remember Gothenburg.'

 

On that damp May night 16 years earlier, after Alex's upstart Aberdeen beat Real Madrid in the Cup-Winners' Cup Final, Fergie was holding court in the bar and he slapped me on the shoulder: 'Nae bad having an Englishman say cheers for what our wee club has achieved here.'

 

For more than a quarter of a century, we have drunk to his successes, drowned the odd sorrow, agreed mostly but occasionally argued vigorously. Contrary to the fearsome reputation, he respects opinions, as long as they are expressed honestly. Sure enough, United won 3-2 in Turin and then performed European football's greatest escape against Bayern Munich in the final.

 

So, now it's on to the 700th Premier League game. Cheers, Alex - and may there be many more to come.

 

DES KELLY

 

Running Manchester United must feel like a neverending swordfight. To keep on top of it requires a manager who is fiercely committed, driven and bloody minded if needs be.

 

I had written a story about Eric Cantona's contract, claiming he had asked for assurances about new signings before agreeing to a deal. I was confident the source was very close to the player, and was standing in the car park, chatting to a curious Denis Irwin and Steve Bruce at The Cliff.

 

Then I heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. The door flew open and an angry Sir Alex Ferguson appeared. Knowing what was coming, Bruce and Irwin were already moving away. Sir Alex then politely explained that he had some reservations about my article.

 

No, of course he didn't! He gave me the full treatment. He said he ran the club, nobody else. I said the story was right. He told me I was banned. I explained this was not going to affect me greatly. He banned me some more. Then the gateman put his arm across me and said I had better leave. I said, no problem, but pointed out it wasn't me he should be holding back. At this point, I think we went from hairdryer setting to full Krakatoa.

 

I understood the fuss. Ferguson was protecting his club, his players and his position. I respected his right to blow his top. Ever since, I've always got on very well with Sir Alex. He is charming, charismatic company. If there were a charity or a cause to support, he'd be among the first I'd ask for help. There isn't another club who wouldn't want a character like him in charge. He is truly the last of his kind.

Here's how he won his first trophy

 

Totalt har han ledet United i 1336 kamper. Take a bow, for den rekorden kommer aldri til å bli slått.

[Boll1]

da blir kampen i morgen hans kamp nummer LEET (1337)

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JAMIE REDKNAPP

 

I was playing for Spurs against Manchester United and remember looking at Cristiano Ronaldo in the tunnel and admiring his shape and physique. He looked like a footballer. At the time, plenty were dismissing him as a show pony. There was a lot of focus on his theatrical falls and tricks, without too much end product.

 

After the game, I saw Sir Alex and said: 'Your No 7 isn't too bad.' He looked at me and said: 'I'm telling you, he's going to be one of the best players in the world.'

 

His development of Ronaldo is an indication of his passion for the game, his knowledge and ability to spot a United player, because it's harder to play for the bigger clubs, such are the demands and expectations, the pressure to perform consistently when everyone is trying to bring you down.

 

Look at what Ferguson did with players such as David Beckham, Paul Scholes and Ryan Giggs. He is a brilliant spotter of talent and he knows how to take that talent and make them into a United talent. It was the same with Eric Cantona. It sums him up as a manager. I wonder if Ronaldo will ever enjoy his football as much as he did when he played for Sir Alex.

 

Ian Ladyman

 

It was the day after Boxing Day 2004 and I sat with a group of other daily newspaper reporters in a small ante-room at United's Carrington training ground. The day before, Wayne Rooney had been criticised by Bolton manager Sam Allardyce for a swipe at defender Tal Ben Haim with his arm.

 

Sir Alex seemed in reasonable humour as he sat down behind his desk, gently chiding us for 'ruining my Christmas by making me come here'. As can sometimes be the case, though, the United manager's temper was on a hair-trigger that day and my questioning about the Rooney incident promptly saw a storm blow up, the like of which I had never seen before and indeed have never seen since.

 

Sir Alex was into his stride quicker than Usain Bolt as he vented his spleen at Ben Haim for his alleged play-acting and at us, the written press, for not highlighting it - even though, as I tried to point out, we actually had. When he is in this mood - when the red mist has well and truly come down - Sir Alex is impossible to reason with. It's as close as a journalist can ever come to feeling what it must be like when the dressing room hairdryer is turned on.

 

One of his strengths has always been the depth of his own convictions and the blind loyalty he feels towards his own players and indeed the club he has built in his own image. At times, it spills over. Deep down I can't believe that he doesn't sometimes regret it when it does.

 

This was certainly one of those occasions. I won't repeat the exact dialogue here - although I have kept a copy - but as I tried to reason with him, tried to direct the exchange back on to a course fit to publish in a newspaper, Sir Alex merely swept me away, shouting over me, the air blue with profanities and accusations.

 

By the end he was standing on his feet and his final act was to swipe his right hand across the table, sending eight tape recorders flying into the wall. With that he walked towards the door but, before he left the room, he turned back to us. 'Now you've got me to lose my f*****g temper,' he grimaced. Wonderful.

 

 

Martin Keown

 

After my run-in with Ruud van Nistelrooy at Old Trafford in 2003, the rivalry between Arsenal and Manchester United had never been greater. But I was still surprised by the way Ferguson behaved when I next saw him.

 

We were in the marble hall at Highbury before the game and he was greeting people he knew. But he did his level best to ignore me, which he hadn't done before. He usually shook my hand so I was a bit put out.

 

But a few years later, after I had left Arsenal, I saw him at Jim Smith's testimonial dinner in Blenheim Palace in Oxford. It was in the middle of the season and he must have been very busy but he took the time out to go along. I made a decision to go and shake hands with him. He was very warm and gracious - the perfect gentleman. I guess I wasn't a rival any more at that point but it made me realise how different he was away from work and how competitive he is with it.

 

 

Matt Lawton

 

THE first thing Sir Alex Ferguson said to me takes some beating as an opening line. 'Are you related to that tramp?' he enquired, which not only took me by surprise but also suggested, back in 1995, that someone had given him some duff information. Well obviously.

 

But this was classic Ferguson. A then typical response to the arrival of another young journalist on the scene. He didn't trust you. He didn't want you using him to make a name for yourself. He didn't want you getting comfortable. Instead, he wanted to put a marker down. During the seven years I worked specifically as a Manchester-based football reporter, there were other such run-ins.

 

Soon after he had announced his intention to retire in 2001 I'd run a story about how the new board members at Aberdeen would offer him an opportunity to return to Pittodrie as club chairman at the end of the season. That morning I got a call from Paddy Harverson, then the director of communications at Manchester United, who informed me Ferguson was spitting mad, not least because his phone hadn't stopped ringing. Harverson wanted to try to diffuse the situation before I arrived at Carrington for his press conference later that day.

 

Sadly, he failed and Ferguson launched into a verbal tirade that turned briefly physical when I argued that the story was true. Harverson had to dive between us, suggested I leave and then - rather courageously it has to be said - told Ferguson that he not only believed the story had some substance, but that he also probably shouldn't have tried to throw me out.

 

In fairness to Ferguson, he did then grant me permission to re-enter the building for an interview I had arranged with Ryan Giggs. 'You still here?' he asked as he walked past. There was a moment in a televised Champions League press conference. 'It would take an entire interview to answer that question and it's an interview you're never going to get,' he said, much to the amusement of my colleagues.

 

But there is another side to Ferguson. A hugely generous side that many of the same journalists he has jousted with over the years have experienced. When colleagues he's known have been taken ill he's turned up at the hospital; even made a visit to their homes.

 

I'm not sure he'd do that for me but it's been a great ride all the same. One of the highlights of reporting, for the last 15 years, on this amazing game.

 

GRAHAM POLL

 

My first 'hairdryer' came in 1996 after a 2-2 draw against Everton. He was furious that I had not added enough time - I had only added nine minutes! Our next meeting was on November 16, 1996, again at Old Trafford and his 10th anniversary at United. I told him that I had considered buying him a watch to mark the occasion. He replied that after my last visit he had considered buying me one - a Mickey Mouse one!

 

After one game at Old Trafford he waited for me in the tunnel and blasted at me that 'someone would have to take an axe out and fell one of his forwards before I awarded them a penalty.'

 

On my next visit, as the assistants walked down the line-ups doing their equipment check, I shouted: 'Make sure you check for axes, it'll help me with penalty appeals!' He smiled at me. Sir Alex did try to intimidate officials but respected good ones. He encouraged me to continue refereeing after my World Cup cock-up and offered support. He does care about the game and not just Manchester United. The referees should listen to his ideas - they would benefit.

 

STEVE CURRY

 

There are many happy memories of sitting in Fergie's office at their old Cliff training ground. His banter, particularly with Brian Kidd, was the stuff of stand-up comics, especially when the jokes were about who had been the better player. Yet nothing gave him greater pleasure than watching Eric Cantona go through his strict, post-training practice. Of all the players Sir Alex has managed, the Frenchman's skills and presence have given him the greatest pleasure and galvanised the side that won four Premier League titles with him in the team. He loved, too, Cantona's mystery; his use of language and when he said things like: 'The ball is like a woman, she loves to be caressed.' Fergie would drool with admiration.

 

He describes the day, on April 24, 1997, when Cantona told him he intended to quit as a hook to the head and his imagination is still fired by memories of his upturned collar and guardsman's gait. Cantona is on record as saying: 'I want to die from an overdose of love.' Well, Eric, there are few who admired you more than Fergie.

MICHAEL WALKER

 

In Ferguson's old office at The Cliff at the end of 1999, his annus mirabilis, he was in a content and reflective mood talking to the Irish Times. He was generous with his time and, as others will confirm, charismatic, friendly, teeming with stories.

 

The controversial World Club Championship in Brazil was looming - 'we didn't want to go, that's the nuts and bolts of it' - and there was debate about Martin Edwards' intentions, possible Irish ownership, Roy Keane's new contract and Brian Kidd's departure - 'the saddest part of my life here, no question'. Attack and intent have been key Ferguson words but he admitted he had been too hard at times.

 

'But it suited the environment I was in, at St Mirren and Aberdeen. Coming to Man United I carried on a bit of Aberdeen for a spell. But then I needed to start thinking - this was different, this was expectation, this was big league, this is the biggest.' A line from his recently published autobiography about his time at Aberdeen had referred to the team's 'creative aggression'. It was put to Ferguson that the phrase suited him. He agreed: 'Yeah, that sums me up.'

 

JEFF POWELL

 

The Old Trafford draw against Juventus in the first leg of the 1999 Champions League semi-final looked ominous. For the public record, Fergie acknowledged it would be tough in Turin. But, as we left the press conference, he beckoned me into a small room. 'Have a Scotch,' he said. As we clinked glasses he looked hard at me and said: 'We'll beat 'em over there and we'll go on and win this thing.' 'Maybe,' I said. He grinned: 'Remember Gothenburg.'

 

On that damp May night 16 years earlier, after Alex's upstart Aberdeen beat Real Madrid in the Cup-Winners' Cup Final, Fergie was holding court in the bar and he slapped me on the shoulder: 'Nae bad having an Englishman say cheers for what our wee club has achieved here.'

 

For more than a quarter of a century, we have drunk to his successes, drowned the odd sorrow, agreed mostly but occasionally argued vigorously. Contrary to the fearsome reputation, he respects opinions, as long as they are expressed honestly. Sure enough, United won 3-2 in Turin and then performed European football's greatest escape against Bayern Munich in the final.

 

So, now it's on to the 700th Premier League game. Cheers, Alex - and may there be many more to come.

 

DES KELLY

 

Running Manchester United must feel like a neverending swordfight. To keep on top of it requires a manager who is fiercely committed, driven and bloody minded if needs be.

 

I had written a story about Eric Cantona's contract, claiming he had asked for assurances about new signings before agreeing to a deal. I was confident the source was very close to the player, and was standing in the car park, chatting to a curious Denis Irwin and Steve Bruce at The Cliff.

 

Then I heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. The door flew open and an angry Sir Alex Ferguson appeared. Knowing what was coming, Bruce and Irwin were already moving away. Sir Alex then politely explained that he had some reservations about my article.

 

No, of course he didn't! He gave me the full treatment. He said he ran the club, nobody else. I said the story was right. He told me I was banned. I explained this was not going to affect me greatly. He banned me some more. Then the gateman put his arm across me and said I had better leave. I said, no problem, but pointed out it wasn't me he should be holding back. At this point, I think we went from hairdryer setting to full Krakatoa.

 

I understood the fuss. Ferguson was protecting his club, his players and his position. I respected his right to blow his top. Ever since, I've always got on very well with Sir Alex. He is charming, charismatic company. If there were a charity or a cause to support, he'd be among the first I'd ask for help. There isn't another club who wouldn't want a character like him in charge. He is truly the last of his kind.

Here's how he won his first trophy

 

Totalt har han ledet United i 1336 kamper. Take a bow, for den rekorden kommer aldri til å bli slått.

 

 

Han er rett og slett et unikum. Fantastisk artig å lese disse kommentarene. Hvor fant du de?

[Ol'H]

[IcedInsanity]

[banansplitt™]

Faen heller, nå skrev jeg et langt innlegg om hvor lite glede akkurat det klippet der faktisk viser, men neida. Så skal alkoholen rote det hele bort. Uansett kort oppsummert; se hvor lite glede det faktisk er. Du utligner på overtid av en forbanna CL-finale, løpe sakte bort til the public og løfte hendene. Til og med Solskjær går der i fra som om han hadde kjøpt en halv kilo epler på butikken. Savner den EKSTREME gleden. Hadde jeg utlignet eller avgjort en CL-finale hadde jeg løpt opp til øverst på tribuenen og tatt sånn sakkosekk eller hva faen det heter ned på bakken. Sånn du flyr med.

 

pOINTS 010 drunken out moderfakka

[IcedInsanity]

Hadde jeg utlignet eller avgjort en CL-finale hadde jeg løpt opp til øverst på tribuenen og tatt sånn sakkosekk eller hva faen det heter ned på bakken. Sånn du flyr med.

 

What??

[banansplitt™]

Har fått opplyst at det nå til dags kalles fallskjerm. I repeat, jeg tar null ansvar om noen av dere kaster dere utfor en stadion med sakkosekk.

Endret 10. september 2010 av Points

[kandinsky]

Fsktisk enig med Points. Jeg hadde lagt meg ned på bgresset og blitt der minst en halvtime i pure joy. Kan ikke fatte hvor profesjonelt det serr utr. Allikevel: Beste klippet jeg har sett. Ever.

[Bruno Mars]

Blir jo aldri det samme uten kommentatorene! Faen som jeg får gåsehud/frysninger!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS7YpMQb1cA&feature=related

[banansplitt™]

Seriøst? Sheringham løper bort og spillerne følger etter og "jubler" som om hele dritten skulle vært en jævela selvfølge. Ta Vidic mot S'Land til eksempel. Eller Inieste når han avgjør en VM-finale. Herregud klikk for faen. GÅ fullstendig berserk. Og som de andre Spania-spillerne.. "Neida, vi jogger ned og gratulerer han for scoringen, vi vant VM, hvem bryr seg?"

 

Savner den EKSTREME gleden

[Boll1]

jeg begynner å gråte av gled og får gåsehud/frysninger av Gregory House sin film

Endret 10. september 2010 av Speedfrog

[Ol'H]

Blir jo aldri det samme uten kommentatorene! Faen som jeg får gåsehud/frysninger!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS7YpMQb1cA&feature=related

Jeg hadde bare aldri sett det fra den vinkelen

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"Name on the trophy!"

 

"Down and out, not a bit of it! They are never out!"

 

 

 

Fantastisk kommentering, gjør hele spetakkelet utrolig nok enda bedre og enda mer fornøyelig å se på.

[Manx]

Blir jo aldri det samme uten kommentatorene! Faen som jeg får gåsehud/frysninger!

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GS7YpMQb1cA&feature=related

 

Må være med kommentator, å høre «And Solskjaer has won it!» gir meg frysninger på ryggen og tar meg tilbake til 26. mai 99 hver gang.

[Jotun]

Hehe... Glemmer ALDRI den kvelden. Laber stemning etter BM scoring. Så kommer lillesøstera til han eg såg kampen hos og slo av TV etter scoringen til Solskjær fordi me bråkte sånn at hu fikk ikke sove :!:

 

TROR DU HU FIKK TYN??

 

Lenge siden det der.....

[kandinsky]

Fytti helvete for et PL studio nå. Trodde LFC-kampen starta 16, så skrudde på da, men dette var pine. Skrullekjærring, politisk-korrekt-Tvedt og jævla Glenn Hysen. Magesår.