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He's always described and seen himself as a winger - we've only been playing him up top because of our utter dearth of anything approaching a decent striker. However with coaching he should be improving his box play.
Also btw I'd go further and say he probably sees himself as an inverted winger, given how poor his crossing has looked when he does find himself out wide. Personally I think he has some of the attributes to play left wing forward - he needs space to run into rather than receiving the ball with a CB right up his aris.
Either way, you get the feeling this is a pivotal season for his development.
Karina Derikรฉ's cover of The Biggest Lie by No Use for a Name. Track one of the tribute album after lead singer Tony Sly died a decade ago. I love NUFAN, who were a skate punk/melodic hardcore group, but this version is haunting and never fails to turn my eyes a bit watery
Also, a really really challenging listen is Cokie the Clown by NOFX founder and vocalist/bassist Fat Mike. Completely the opposite of NOFX - pretty much just him singing stories from his life including all the people closest to him that died, as well as helping his mum pass on. Truly tough listening to someone completely bare themselves
Very fond memories of the Corrib, disgusting how it ended for the old place. If I recall correctly, wasnโt there a thread on here about the Same the Corrib Rest campaign?
Current local is Pub de la Gare in Nyon, Switzerland.
Previous local in London was Angie's II in Westbourne Park. Popped in for a couple after the Champions League final last weekend, gawd I miss the old boozer!
Was there again on Sat and what Wembley and the FA did was obviously hire many times more small minimum wage stewards - but no bloody professionals among them. Honestly I walked through hundreds of the yellow-jacketed little people without even a pat-down at any point, as did everyone else I knew there.
I was therefore not surprised at all to see BVB's post halftime pyro extravaganza - but how easy would it have been for someone to smuggle in a knife or a gun, especially in view of the four eejits that made it onto the pitch and the other that was stopped by fellow fans and some stewards. Really beggars belief.
Similar to Paris last time out, local hoodrats were out in force all around the outside perimeter of the stadium trying to find a chink through which to get into the stadium surrounds, but fair play to Old Bill, they were also out in force in the outer cordon and were able to rebuff all such attempts
I was a cyclist in London my whole life before moving to Switzerland 6 years ago. Cycling in London is fkn manic and every single commute felt like a bloody dice with death. Drivers are so fkn angry nowadays.
Cycling in Switzerland by contrast is a dream - drivers are so considerate it's unreal. In the 6 years I've had no crazy close encounters and certainly no imbeciles actively trying to run me down, whereas in London I have been knocked off my bike eight times, not counting the number of close shaves I've had.
Yes there a lot of cyclist that go through red lights. But does that really mean they should be run down like rats? There have been many similar threads here down the years and neither side is going to change their opinion.
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