Since nobody else will...
Chelsea
the Mancs
So bittersweet to relive those.
What we don't see in either footage is what I remember clearly--and what I'll miss most--about Aurélio: the pre-free kick close-ups on his eyes: swimming in blue that's clear as the sky, with a glint that made us wonder, "surely he can't be attempting a goal," only for us to get lost in their azure gleam and forget our hopes and prayers that he'll rifle one in, past Cech, past Van der Sar, past James, past whoever, to give us hope, a happy lead, or a newfound strength, and discovering, ecstatically, that it doesn't matter, what matters is the eyes, those amazing eyes, those hawk-eyes, those devilish hawk-eyes that just watched the ball sail past and under and through defenders like a laserbeam into the unexpected half, the top corner, the inch of space between a player and a post, and his eyes become normal again, whereas our laughter has transformed into peals of joy.
Good luck, lad.
