一個愛佛頓球迷如何看到魯尼的帽子戲法

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http://sport.independent.co.uk/football/comment/story.jsp?story=568009 一個愛佛頓球迷，把魯尼的離去，跟這球迷十五年前與女友分手的事情相比。比喻很有趣，其實他跟其他愛佛頓球迷心裡都很掙扎，雖然魯尼的離去為球會換來了兩千七百萬，而且教練Moyeys也很成功讓球隊保持在英超第三的位置，但是想到魯尼大家心裡還是痛。講到魯尼在歐冠戴帽子的事，這球迷的比喻很棒，魯尼進一球時感覺還好，但是當他進第二第三球時，這球迷的感覺就好像他的前女友在他面前露出她性感的大腿一樣，只不過不是為他露的，而是為她的新男友。 XD 最後一段結語寫的也很不錯。愛佛頓與魯尼的關係結束了，但是大家還是要各自move on。 Brian Viner: How the hat-trick heartache helped me get over Rooney's transfer of affections 02 October 2004 About 15 years ago, I broke up with my girlfriend of six years. It was at my instigation; she wanted to get married and I didn't, a familiar enough tale of couples in their late twenties. But she then coped with the situation much better than I did. Within a month she was going out with someone else, while I moped around in a fug of self-pity. When I saw her with her new boyfriend at a pub one night, my insides did a kind of Fosbury flop, a sensation I experienced again on Tuesday night, as I watched Wayne Rooney score a remarkable Champions' League hat-trick on his Manchester United debut. I think my fellow Evertonians will understand this broken-relationship analogy, even if nobody else does. Fans of other clubs must think, 'Stop the bleating, the kid made you 27 million quid'. Yet my feeling on Tuesday, truly, was exactly the same as the one I had in that pub in north London circa 1989; a cocktail of self-pity, regret and yearning. And just to nudge the analogy a little further, the new boyfriend was far more successful than I was. He was a corporate whizz-kid earning probably 10 times what I earned as a cub reporter on a local newspaper. There were doubtless plenty of people who thought she was better off with him than she had been with me. The number of folk who think that Rooney would have been better off staying with Everton than joining Manchester United had by Wednesday morning contracted to a hardened band of fundamentalists in blue. And the characteristically Scouse gallows humour had already begun; I got an e-mail with a faux-theatrical bill headlined: 'Bill Kenwright Presents ... Jesus Christ! I Sold A Superstar!' For weeks I have argued, not least with myself, that contrary to what so-called experts such as Peter Schmeichel were saying, Rooney deserved no bigger stage than the one afforded him at Goodison Park. After all, did anyone ever suggest that Tom Finney deserved a bigger stage than Deepdale, or Stanley Matthews a bigger stage than Bloomfield Road, or the Victoria Ground? On the other hand, as a football-lover as well as an Everton fan, I recognised as soon as Rooney scored his first against Fenerbahce that this argument had been torn asunder. After he'd bagged his third, there were scarcely any fragments of the argument left. It was a bloody difficult match for Evertonians to watch. We had seen Rooney in a red shirt before, for England, but never had we known what it was like to see him score and not leap rapturously from our seats. I'll return, if you'll indulge me, to my lovelorn self of 15 years ago. Watching Rooney thump home United's second, third and fourth goals, was like seeing my ex-girlfriend showing some leg. Same sexy look, but for someone else's delectation. It's hard to take. What complicated the thought processes even more on Tuesday was Everton's marvellous, Rooney-less start to the season. Had we been third from bottom, I probably wouldn't have had the stomach to watch his United debut. But against all the odds we're third from top, tucked just behind Arsenal and Chelsea. Whether that is despite or because of Rooney's departure, I'm not sure. I lean towards the latter; all that summer madness has been distilled into strong autumn spirit. Whatever, with United's millions still to spend we're waiting for David Moyes to take us through the transfer window as intently as any toddler ever waited to go through the square, round or arched window of Play School. So as the match kicked off I wished Rooney and United well, sort of. Until he scored. By the time ITV's Terry Venables had embarked on his heavy-handed joke about how Sir Alex Ferguson would be telling the boy to get his head up for the second half (note to Tel: leave the ironic riffs to Clive Tyldesley), my contentment with Everton's position had been thoroughly sapped. Rarely was any Everton fan so assailed by conflicting emotions as I was when Tyldesley delivered his update towards the end of the first half: 'Two for Rooney, one for Giggs, Manchester United three up, Liverpool losing by a goal to nil against Olympiacos'. Still, we mustn't let ourselves wallow in self-pity, that's never been the right way to handle a broken love affair. The grown-up thing to do is to move on, as young Wayne has. And I draw personal solace from the knowledge that 15 years after an emotional break-up, my ex-girlfriend and I are happily married, albeit to other people. We both ended up with the right partners. Moreover, she ended up dumping the corporate whizz-kid, and I moved on from the local paper. -- "We will try, but football is not self service - you put the coins in and get out a bar of chocolate, it is not like that. It is a hard effort and what we can do is try our best and keep a desire to improve." - Arsene Wenger -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 80.229.140.103 ※ 編輯: wadissimo 來自: 80.229.140.103 (10/02 20:51)