What is it with the Spanish? Cultured, intelligent, handsome, articulate. You have Juan Mata, strolling around the North West, wearing excellent knitwear, listening to whimsical indie-pop, reading - unlike most footballers - books not found in the magazine section of Sainsbury. And now we have Ander Herrera. Little Ander. Herrerey-warey. Aggressive, creative, Spanish. And a midfielder, which is as rare the Red parts of Manchester as an umbrella salesman on Market Street isn't.
A mate and I were having a chat about the nebulous concept of 'getting it' the other day. It was in relation to the two Spanish lads at FC United and how they seem to 'get it' more than most of the local lads. We then moved on to Mata, and how he was the anti-footballer in many ways. Could you imagine Gerrard or Scholes or any of the Coles reading Murakami? Could you fuck.
But this is just the same old man-crush drivel I always spout about United's new number 8. What of Ander Herrera? What of him?
Well this, from an interview in The Guardian: “I still enjoy football. I love football. I love my profession. What I don’t like is cases where owners prioritise their interests over the club’s. Football can’t be solely about profit. Look, no one’s stupid: no one wants to lose money but nor should it be about people getting rich off people’s dreams.”
(http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/aug/15/ander-herrera-athletic-bilbao-manchester-united-sir-bobby-charlton)
Oh you little tease! You cheeky provocateur! When you've been fed a diet of Tom Cleverley and Anderson you don't need Herrera to say stuff like this, but the fact he does, well it melts my heart.
United can finish seventh again this season, but only on the proviso Mata and Herrera continue flirting with me. Maybe come to an FC United away trip with us. I'd be happy with that. That'd do forever, really.
(Course, we'll ruin the pair of them. Or we won't and they'll move back to Spain in a few years time taking a ventricle of mine each with them. But it's better to have loved and broken into their house to smell their pillow as they sleep, and then lost, than to never have smelled their pillow at all/)
A mate and I were having a chat about the nebulous concept of 'getting it' the other day. It was in relation to the two Spanish lads at FC United and how they seem to 'get it' more than most of the local lads. We then moved on to Mata, and how he was the anti-footballer in many ways. Could you imagine Gerrard or Scholes or any of the Coles reading Murakami? Could you fuck.
But this is just the same old man-crush drivel I always spout about United's new number 8. What of Ander Herrera? What of him?
Well this, from an interview in The Guardian: “I still enjoy football. I love football. I love my profession. What I don’t like is cases where owners prioritise their interests over the club’s. Football can’t be solely about profit. Look, no one’s stupid: no one wants to lose money but nor should it be about people getting rich off people’s dreams.”
(http://www.theguardian.com/football/2014/aug/15/ander-herrera-athletic-bilbao-manchester-united-sir-bobby-charlton)
Oh you little tease! You cheeky provocateur! When you've been fed a diet of Tom Cleverley and Anderson you don't need Herrera to say stuff like this, but the fact he does, well it melts my heart.
United can finish seventh again this season, but only on the proviso Mata and Herrera continue flirting with me. Maybe come to an FC United away trip with us. I'd be happy with that. That'd do forever, really.
(Course, we'll ruin the pair of them. Or we won't and they'll move back to Spain in a few years time taking a ventricle of mine each with them. But it's better to have loved and broken into their house to smell their pillow as they sleep, and then lost, than to never have smelled their pillow at all/)
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