Orlandi’s Monday

Orlandi’s Monday: Powerlessness

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How angry I am my friends. First you train all week hoping that your feet will be ok, but Saturday arrives just to find out that you are a sub. You accept it, pissed off of course but you think that the team comes first, that we had won against Cardiff… And when you are deep in your thoughts you realise that, in just a quarter of an hour, we have conceded three goals!

Fuck. No, I don’t swear very often, but sometimes you have to get it out. I was there on the bench on Saturday and didn’t know where to look. We have had good support from our fans through thick and thin, they were happy and optimistic, and we conceded three goals in the blink of an eye!

The only good think about the game is that we reacted and in the second half we were close to equalising. Joe Lewis kept us in the game with his saves and there were a few minutes in which we were very dangerous and I could see the fear in the Huddersfield bench. But nothing came of it, we lost again and I got really upset as I could do nothing to help the team.

On Saturday night I spoke with a friend from Barcelona on whatsapp. The one who encouraged me to write this weekly diary for the website that he runs with his mates. I have to admit that if it wasn’t for his persuasion and the responsibility I acquired when I agreed to write this, sometimes….You can imagine how I was feeling. Before I forget, it’s the first anniversary of am14.net and I would like to congratulate everybody who makes this website run on a daily basis.

I hope to get back on the team for tomorrow against Derby County, which is going to be a very tough game. They haven’t lost in the last 9 games and have won the last 3 away games. They knocked us out of the play-offs against Brighton and they run like mad. They could be compared to Atletico Madrid because of their personality. A very hard test to prove what we are able to achieve.

By the way, I am writing this in Bloomfield Road changing room, because I got locked in! Edu Oriol, Jeffrey Reintmenster and our new player Jonathan Legear are here with me. We were talking, trying to solve the world’s problems and when we got out there was no one left and all the doors were locked. There is always something new happening in this club…

On a personal note, Norah has started nursery. We managed to get her on board when we found an alternative name (cool school) because otherwise it would have been hard. And the truth is we are very happy. She has a great time, painting, dancing, singing and when we go to pick her up you can tell she’s had a great time. Saying that, there is not one morning in which she doesn’t cry and beg us not to take her to school.

If you don’t know it, my family is Italian so I speak to Norah in Italian. Laura talks to her in Catalan, and Laura and I speak to each other in Spanish. You would say, what a mess! Far from that, she understands all 3 languages and she speaks better every day. And now she has added the English language. She is already used to watching cartoons in English and she could already sing a few songs but hearing that she is “hungry” just two days after going to nursery, sorry I mean the cool school! That makes us very proud.

That is something I really wanted, that when we left England, they would speak perfect English. I am 30 years old, Emma is 6 months old….not sure if this will happen but I’ll try to keep my legs running for a few more years!

My sister Chiara has come to visit. Her birthday is on Monday and we will celebrate it here together. She is 34 already and still looks like a baby! Emma and Norah adore her and I love when she comes to visit. By the way, her birthday is on the same day as my god daughter Sol, the prettiest girl in Swansea without a shadow of a doubt!

By the way, we have been freed! It has been a very entertaining 25 minutes. The picture that you see on top of the article is from this lockout. At least we have taken it with a bit of philosophy…

Do you remember when I wrote about how we played Fantasy Premier League? Giving that we didn’t have any rooms in the hotel and I was bored sitting on a sofa in Huddersfield and decided to concentrate on my team. I signed a player that ended up being very profitable, Graziano Pellé. He was scoring goals, had his first cap with the Italian national team also with a goal….What I didn’t predicted was that he was going to play against Sunderland, my brother in law’s team. Oh my god, 8-0 in Southampton. One of those days in which you wish you never got out of bed. But if anybody has the personality needed to get his team through, it is Poyet. And after a result like that there is always a positive reaction. It is important for the next game. It will be a long week for them and unfortunately I’m speaking from experience.

Not long ago I mentioned that Cubero was a bit desperate because his barber, who is also mine, had left and he didn’t know what to do. Well the problem has been solved. We have found him! In fact, he has found us. He was nice enough to contact us by Facebook and twitter and we were with him on Thursday. From here I am sending him big hugs for his dad who is ill and I tell you that if you are ever in Manchester, there are no better hands than those of Mark Reynolds. Cubero is smiling again!!

What we need now is to smile a bit more. The “three points therapy” would be the best way to do this and the good thing is that in this league, after a bad game you have got another one in three days to recover. Derby County and Reading are on the horizon. First, a crucial test at home and then a visit to London. Hopefully on Monday I will be in a better mood.

Hugs for everyone.

Come ooooooooon!

Traslated by Alfons Vinent.

Orlandi’s Monday: Impotencia

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Menudo cabreo llevo amigos. Primero entrenas toda la semana cruzando los dedos para que el pie te responda, llegas al sábado y te ves suplente. Lo aceptas, cabreado desde luego… Pero piensas que vale, que lo primero es el equipo, que había ganado el partido contra el Cardiff, que si tal y que si cual… Y cuando aún estás dándole la vuelta a tus pensamientos, en un cuarto de hora ¡nos han metido tres goles!

Joder. No. No soy un tipo malhablado, pero es que a veces hay que sacar la rabia de dentro. Estaba el sábado ahí en el banquillo y no sabía donde mirar. Nos acompañaron un montón de hinchas como si estuviéramos acabando la travesía del desierto, felices y optimistas… ¡Y nos habían metido tres goles en un abrir y cerrar de ojos!

La lectura buena del partido es que se reaccionó y en la segunda parte estuvimos hasta cerca de empatar. Joe Lewis nos mantuvo con vida con sus paradas, pero hubo varios minutos en que llevamos peligro y pude ver el miedo en el banquillo del Huddersfield. Pero nada, volvimos a perder y me llevé un enfado monumental porque encima no pude hacer nada por ayudar al equipo.

El sábado por la noche hablé por whatsapp con un amigo de Barcelona. Es el que me animó a escribir este diario semanal para la página web que gestiona con sus colegas catalanes. Digamos que fue entre su poder de convicción y mi responsabilidad en frío la que me ha convencido de escribir esta semana porque a veces… Bueno, supongo que podéis entender cómo estaba. Antes de que se me olvide, am14.net cumple un año en la red y va desde aquí mi felicitación para todos los que lo hacen posible a diario.

Espero volver al equipo mañana contra el Derby County, que va a ser un partido muy complicado. Lleva nueve partidos sin perder y ha ganado los últimos tres que ha jugado fuera de casa. Es el equipo que me eliminó en el play-off con el Brighton la pasada temporada y le considero un rival durísimo. Tiene jugadores muy buenos y corren como si fueran malos… Vendría a ser el Atlético de Madrid de nuestra Liga por su personalidad. Una prueba muy fuerte para ver de lo que somos capaces.

Por cierto, voy escribiendo desde el túnel de vestuarios de Bloomfield Road… Porque me he quedado encerrado. Edu Oriol, Jeffrey Reintmenster y nuestro nuevo compañero Jonathan Legear están aquí conmigo. Estábamos charlando, intentando arreglar el mundo, y al salir ya no quedaba nadie y nos encontramos las puertas cerradas… Siempre hay algo nuevo en este club.

En el plano personal, Norah ha empezado a ir a la guardería. La cosa se solucionó a la que le encontramos un nombre alternativo (cole guay) porque si no la cosa no prometía. Y la verdad es que estamos encantados. Disfruta. Pinta, baila, canta y cuando la vamos a recoger se nota que se lo ha pasado en grande. Eso sí, no hay mañana que no llore y nos pida desconsolada que no la llevemos.

Para quién no lo sepa mi familia es italiana, por lo que yo le hablo a Norah en italiano, Laura lo hace en catalán, y entre nosotros hablamos castellano. Diréis, vaya lío lleva la pobre niña. Pues no, entiende todos los idiomas y cada vez los habla mejor. Y ahora se ha sumado el inglés. Ya veía los dibujos en inglés y cantaba alguna canción, pero ver que después de dos días en la guardería, perdón el cole guay, te diga que está ‘hungry‘ te enorgullece. Es una de las cosas que tenía claras, que mis hijas salieran de Inglaterra hablando perfecto el idioma. Tengo 30 años, Emma tiene 6 meses… ¡No me salen las cuentas! Pero bueno, intentaré que las piernas sigan tirando unos años más.

Ha venido a visitarnos mi hermana Chiara. Este lunes es su cumpleaños y lo celebraremos aquí juntos. ¡Ya le caen 34 pero parece una niña! Emma y Norah la adoran, y me encanta que venga a vernos. Por cierto, cumple el mismo día que mi ahijada Sol, ¡la niña más guapa de Swansea sin ninguna duda!

Por cierto, ¡ya nos han liberado! Han sido 25 minutos entretenidos. La foto que veis encabezando el artículo es de este ‘encierro’ que hemos sufrido. Al menos nos lo hemos tomado con filosofía…

¿Os acordáis que jugábamos la Fantasy Premier League entre nosotros? Aprovechando que no teníamos habitaciones en el hotel y estaba aburrido en un sofá en Huddersfield, decidí centrarme en mejorar mi equipo. Hice un fichaje que me salió muy rentable, aunque la felicidad no puede ser completa. Graziano Pellé. Venía metiendo goles, debut con la selección italiana y gol también… Lo que no tenía previsto era que jugaba contra el Sunderland de mi cuñado. Madre mía 8-0 en Southampton. De esos días que preferirías no haberte levantado. Pero si hay alguien que tiene el carácter suficiente para sacar al equipo adelante, ese es Poyet. Además, después de un resultado así, siempre hay una reacción positiva. Es fundamental el siguiente partido. Será una semana larga para ellos y por desgracia sé bien de lo que hablo.

Hace poco comenté que Cubero estaba desesperado porque su peluquero, que también es el mío, se había ido y no sabía que hacer. Pues ese problema ya no existe. ¡Lo hemos encontrado! Bueno, más bien nos ha encontrado él a nosotros. Tuvo la amabilidad de contactar a través de Facebook y Twitter y estuvimos con él el jueves. Desde aquí le envío un abrazo grande por la enfermedad de su padre, y os digo que si pasáis por Manchester, no hay mejores manos que las de Mark Reynolds. ¡Cubero vuelve a sonreír!

Ahora lo que necesitamos es sonreír todos un poco más. La terapia de los tres puntos sería la mejor forma de hacerlo y lo bueno de esta Liga es que después de un mal partido a los tres días tienes otro para remendarlo. Derby County y Reading asoman en el horizonte. Primero una prueba de fuego en casa y después al lado de Londres. Ojalá el lunes que viene esté de mejor humor.

Un abrazo a todos.
¡¡Vamooooooossss!!

Orlandi’s Monday: My home, Swansea, Laudrup and Blackpool’s adventure

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As I told you last week, I have spent a few days in Barcelona. I needed it! Going back home means seeing familiar faces, getting a hug from your mum, eating home cooked food, having your in-laws spoiling you, believe me they do! And overall being able to go for a walk wearing a t-shirt. How nice the weather is back home and what a shame that the weather in England is not that nice….But you can’t have everything.

I hadn’t been back home since I left at the beginning of July. After what happened in Brighton, I was still waiting for offers when all the clubs had already started their pre-season. Every day I would go for a run and would burn adrenaline on the bike with my friend Curro. Thanks to him, I managed to avoid more than one tree and I only got some knocks. Let’s say that on the bike, my performance is as good as Casillas…

What is difficult to understand if you are from England is what is going on in Spain. The first infection due to the Ebola outbreak in Europe had to be in Spain. But what is really destroying this country is the corruption. A long time ago, I declared myself a non political person and I reaffirm that now. It is mind blowing that some people use their official status to steal and then they get upset when everything blows up. It’s not any particular political party, is every single one and with everybody around them turning a blind eye as the situation gets worse. The last case has been the company credit card affair, with the conformity of the treasury. If any normal citizen forgot to pay their council tax or were delayed in paying their bills they would have the bailiffs round straight away to take their possessions, and yet these people keep living normal lives. Anyway, it’s better not to carry on because my british friends won’t understand how this is possible…

I was talking about my escape back home. My parents and my sister Chiara live in Barcelona and I have a flat in Vilanova i la Geltru, a village 30km away from the city where my in laws live. Therefore Laura and I try to spend as much time as possible in both places so the grandparents can enjoy as much time as possible with their grand daughters. I haven’t been able to totally switch off, because I have been treated for the problems in my foot but I have felt an improvement. I had a scan and had PRP, platelet rich plasma, which is very painful as they inject your own blood mixed with plasma into the sole of your foot. A very painful and strange thing. The fasciitis is still there but getting better.

Let’s get back or I will lose the plot. I was telling you how I started to train on my own in July waiting for an offer to arrive. When I saw that time was ticking on I decided to text my friend Gary Monk, Swansea’s coach to see if he would let me train with the under 21s team, and he immediately agreed. So I spoke with him in the morning and in the afternoon I was on the plane on my way to London. I went to Brighton, picked up my car and drove to Swansea.

The people who know me will know what my opinion is about the club, the fans and all the employees. They treated me like I had never left, I was able to use all the facilities, I ate with the first team, the physios treated me… Everybody welcomed me with open arms. From the kit man (woman in this case) to the gardener, they all made me feel like I was at home. If the second team wasn’t training, the physical trainer Sam Huggins would work with me one to one on hard physical sessions. It is a very special club. I spent 5 years there that will never be forgotten.

During those days I saw myself all over the world. I was very close to sign for the MLS team Vancouver Whitecaps, I had an offer from Turkey and one from Greece, a couple of Championship teams… And suddenly Jose Riga rang me and said that he wanted to talk to me face to face. Talking to the coach in person is unusual. I didn’t think twice, I got in the car and drove up to Blackpool to have a meeting with him, and here I am!

It wasn’t a nice situation to be in, going through the summer knowing that your future is not sorted, with two daughters and a wife, a family… But you have to be positive and never give up. And that helps, believe me!

Blackpool was a breath of fresh air. The coach was very candid with me it was clear that the team was incomplete and that it would be anything but easy. But it was an exceptional challenge. This has also helped unite us as the beginning of the season has been very difficult. Getting to know the new players, both on a personal and sportive basis, knowing how everybody is, their mannerisms…and from there realising that despite all the difficulties, we have what it takes to move forward.

I still think that we could surprise many people this year. Looking back mentally at the first few games of the season, I am convinced we should have 5 or 6 more points and looking at the stands and seeing the mood of the fans, I am convinced that this team must give them some joy. We are professionals, and today I play in Blackpool like I did before in Brighton or Swansea and I am lucky enough, here as well, to feel like I am part of something, a project, a big family both in the changing room and in the stands, that walk together hand in hand. I have always thought that this union is the strength of this team and this is in part thanks to our coach.

I wrote earlier about Monk. He was my team mate in Swansea and I believe that sacking Laudrup and getting Monk to replace him was the best decision the club has made. I was very excited about Laudrup. I admired him as a footballer and I liked everything about him. But I got very disappointed. Sometimes you get a shock when you meet people who are your idols. It happened to me with Gullit and also with Jordi Lardin, a very good winger who played for Espanyol. I cannot say much about Laudrup as a person, always correct and diplomatic, as I never got to know him enough to be able to judge him at that level. But as a coach he was a great disappointment and I promise I am not saying that with resentment, that is a word that doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. On the other hand, I think he did me well by showing me the door from Swansea because my time there was over and I am convinced of that given the experience of that pre-season in 2012. Now the team is in the hands of someone who loves the club, who really works hard and who studies the opposition and tries to become better. You can be sure I know what I am talking about.

All this aside, we now have something else to concentrate on. We are looking for a flat in Barcelona and it’s not easy. Prices have gone down but are still expensive and we want to find the right place where we will spend the rest of our lives when we retire as I know for sure that Barcelona is my city and the place where I want to live when I hang up my boots.

I started to write this article in Barcelona and I am finishing it in the UK. Sad at leaving home but really looking forward to getting back on the pitch, meet my team mates again and start playing games. It would be amazing to win two games in a row and start a winning streak that will allow us to climb up the table.

On Saturday we play at Huddersfield, who beat Wolverhampton and drew against Blackburn both away. They started pretty bad but they have scored 7 out of the last 9 points so it’s going to be a tough game.

But here we are, on good form and willing to start climbing up the table.

Come ooooooooon!!!

Translated by Alfons Vinent

Orlandi’s Monday: Happiness, divine word

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Put yourself in my situation. Sunday morning, music on, Norah running around impersonating the most tribal Shakira (the current one doesn’t motivate us), Emma in her chair eating her own socks, the warm coffee waiting in Valentino Rossi’s mug… And the best thing of all, 4 points out of 6 in front of two of the promotion candidates. If this is not happiness, it looks very similar to it. These moments have to be enjoyed properly, especially in a year when they don’t come very often. Saying that, happiness is a bitch and is always in a rush to leave and sometimes we even push it away ourselves! So, I am going to enjoy every single sip of my coffee with a big smile on my face.

To understand how complicated this Championship league is you just have to have a look at the table to find out that the bottom four teams are the ones who not long ago were playing in the Premiership, including Blackpool. Fulham, Bolton and Wigan are also down there and these negative dynamics are not easy to control. Only if the team is united you can overcome these situations and somehow we are and we maintain this union and make it stronger every day.

On Saturday night most of the team went out for dinner. We have been thinking about going out a while ago just to unite the group and it happened to be in our best week so far, so it couldn’t be better. I love the spirit of this team and this is not an empty sentence. We played very well in Middlesbrough on Tuesday but on Friday I didn’t make the team against Cardiff. The problems in my foot were the same as before the game in Boro and even though I thought I could play, the coach decided that it would be better for me not to play so I watched the game from the stands. I enjoyed the victory like a kid in a candy store. It was a tough win. We suffered and fought hard but we deserved to win. During the dinner on Saturday night I felt happy, the team felt happy and it is this spirit which is going to make us come back from the bottom of the table.

I have already talked about some of the characters that we have in the team. And I don’t get tired about it. We can add other players like Ell Parish to the well-known Oriol twins and the big Nile Ranger. On Friday against Cardiff he played his first game and he played superb. I was really happy because he always works hard and never complains but sometimes euphoria makes you do silly things and he came to the dinner with an “interesting” jacket….I won’t broadcast some of the comments I heard!!

Let’s talk a bit more about football. On Tuesday at Middlesbrough the team really stepped forward. For the first time we managed to recover after conceding an easy goal and we played good football. We were the better team without a doubt. On the pitch I felt good, confident and sure of myself. We could and we should have won, but it was a good point nevertheless. Given that Sunderland is very close, Jordi Gomez and Berta came to watch the game. I have told you about him, he is my sister in law’s partner. His name will be forever present in Wigan’s history because he scored the winning goal against Manchester City last year in the FA Cup. Imagine Alaves winning the Spanish cup against Real Madrid. No need to say more.

Anyway, he came to the Riverside stadium and both himself and Berta told me that they didn’t understand how we could be bottom of the table because we play good football. And the truth is I believe we played our best game. And thanks a lot to all the fans who came to support us. I’ve said and I will repeat it again, we continually underestimate the importance of the support of the fans, but I can assure you that when you are out of breath and our legs feel heavy, the shouts and songs of the fans help us to carry on and to give our best right up until the last minute. I am not sure how many fans came over, maybe 150? They were like 150 lions helping us.

Against Cardiff, the long awaited win finally arrived. Cardiff disappointed me a bit to be honest but they have just replaced their coach and they are not at their best. They let you play and that helped us. That and Perkins hair dye! I have never see a hair shining so much on a football pitch. During Saturday’s dinner I told him how much I disliked him when he played against me. He has chilli for breakfast! He never stops. Having him as a team mate is a relief and he is a top bloke too. Years of experience have shown me that sometimes the first impressions on a football pitch are wrong.

By the way, I would like to send a big hug to Oscar Garcia. I hope he uses this break from training to recharge his batteries and we can soon see him again on the bench. And I would like to say hi to someone who reads “Orlandi’s Monday” from Barcelona, Jacinto Ela Eyene. He was a role model for me when I was in Espanyol’s youth team, the world’s best under 14 player who was signed by Southampton at a time when only a few foreign players were chosen to play in the English football league. He opened the door for those who arrived later on. A big hug to you my friend.

Now we have a week off and I will go back home to spend some time with my family in Barcelona. I will try to switch off a bit, but not too much and will try to sort the problems in my foot. In the weeks ahead, we have many games and challenges and I can’t wait to experience this happiness more often. By the way, if you have time, think for a few seconds about poor Cubero, his barber has retired and the poor boy is struggling. Let’s hope Perkins takes him to one of his beauty sessions….

Next week, more and better.

Come oooooooon!

Orlandi’s Monday: Felicidad, divina palabra

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Poneos en situación. Domingo por la mañana, la música puesta, Norah corretea emulando a la Shakira más tribal (la actual no nos motiva), Emma en su sillita se come sus calcetines, el café caliente esperando en la taza de Valentino Rossi… Y lo mejor de todo, 4 puntos de 6 posibles ante dos candidatos al ascenso a la Premier. Si esto no es felicidad se le asemeja mucho. Estos momentos hay que saborearlos bien, y más en un año donde no están abundando. Ahora bien, la felicidad es puñetera y siempre tiene prisa por irse. Y si no, ¡nos encargamos nosotros de ahuyentarla! Así que voy a disfrutar de cada uno de los sorbos de este café con una sonrisa gigante en mi cara.

Para entender lo complicada que es la Championship solo hay que echar una ojeada a la clasificación y descubrir que los cuatro últimos son equipos que no hace mucho jugaban en la Premier, incluido el Blackpool. Fulham, Bolton y Wigan están también ahí abajo y estas dinámicas negativas no son fáciles de gestionar. Solo si hay un grupo unido puedes salir adelante y de alguna manera, por simple que parezca, nosotros lo somos, lo mantenemos y lo hacemos más firme cada día que pasa.

El sábado por la noche salimos una buena parte de la plantilla a cenar. Hace días que lo habíamos decidido para hacer más piña y coincidió con nuestra mejor semana, así que no pudo ser mejor. Me encanta el espíritu que hay en este equipo y no es una frase vacía. Habíamos jugado muy bien en Middlesbrough el martes y el viernes me quedé fuera del equipo contra el Cardiff. Las molestias en el pie eran las mismas que antes del partido contra el Boro y, aunque creí que podía jugar, el míster entendió que era mejor que descansara, así que lo vi desde la barrera. Y disfruté como un crío de la victoria. Sufrida y trabajada. Peleada y merecida. Durante la cena del sábado me sentí feliz. El equipo era feliz y este espíritu, el ir todos a una, es el que nos va a sacar de ahí abajo.

Ya he hablado del nivel de personajes que tenemos en el vestuario. Y no me canso. A los ya conocidos gemelos Oriol –que no se bajan del podio– y el gran Nile Ranger se pueden sumar fácilmente muchos otros. Ell Parish, por ejemplo. El viernes jugó su primer partido contra el Cardiff y lo hizo de maravilla. Me alegré mucho por él porque siempre trabaja a tope sin ninguna queja. Pero claro, la euforia le jugó una mala pasada porque cuando crees que todo vale puedes presentarte a una cena con cualquier cosa y llegó con una americana que… En fin, me ahorraré los comentarios que escuchó.

Fútbol. Vamos. El martes en Middlesbrough el equipo dio un paso al frente. Por primera vez nos repusimos después de encajar otro gol evitable y jugamos a muy buen nivel. Fuimos mejores, sin duda. En el campo me sentí bien, seguro y confiado, Aún no había tenido esta sensación y si no fuera por la fascitis me sentí perfecto. Pudimos y debimos ganar, pero fue un punto importante. Aprovechando la cercanía con Sunderland vinieron a ver el partido Jordi Gómez y Berta. Ya os he hablado de él, es la pareja de mi cuñada, o sea mi ‘cuñado‘. Su nombre estará por siempre en la historia del Wigan porque le dio el título de la FA Cup el año pasado contra el Manchester City. Imaginad al Alavés ganando la final de Copa contra un Real Madrid… No hace falta que os diga más.

Bueno, lo que os decía. Vino a ver el partido en el Riverside Stadium y tanto él como Berta me dijeron que no entendían cómo podíamos ir últimos, porque el equipo juega bien. Y la verdad es que pienso que hasta hoy ha sido nuestro mejor partido. Ah, y a la gente que vino, ¡GRACIAS! Lo he dicho ya, lo mantengo y lo diré: a veces, muchas, en el fútbol se menosprecia el apoyo de los aficionados, pero os aseguro que cuando ya no tienes aire y te pesan las piernas, esos gritos y cánticos te ayudan a dar más, a seguir luchando y a entregarte hasta el último suspiro. No sé cuantos vinieron, ¿150? Pues fueron 150 leones que nos ayudaron.

¡Y contra el Cardiff llegó por fin la ansiada victoria! Ellos me decepcionaron un poco, la verdad, pero acaban de cambiar de entrenador y no están en su mejor momento. Dejan jugar y eso nos ayudó. Eso y el tinte de pelo de Perkins. Nunca había visto brillar tanto una cabeza en un campo de fútbol. Aprovechando el buen ambiente de la cena del sábado le confesé lo mal que me caía cuando jugábamos en contra. ¡Desayuna guindillas! No para. Tenerlo de compañero es un alivio y además es un gran tipo. Los años me han enseñado también que uno a veces se lleva impresiones equivocadas en un campo de fútbol.

Por cierto, también quiero aprovechar para mandarle un abrazo grande a Òscar García. Que recargue pilas y volvamos a verle pronto en los banquillos. Y para saludar a alguien que lee el ‘Orlandi’s Monday‘ desde Barcelona: Jacinto Ela Eyene. Fue un referente para mi cuando yo estaba en la cantera del Espanyol, el mejor jugador del mundo en categoría cadete y el Southampton le fichó cuando llegar a Inglaterra era posible solamente para unos pocos elegidos. Él nos abrió la puerta a los que vinimos después. Un abrazo, amigo.

Ahora viene una semana de parón que aprovecharé para volver a casa y ver a mi familia en Barcelona, desconectar un poco (no mucho) y también para solucionar de una vez todos mis problemas en la planta del pie. Nos vienen semanas cargadas de partidos y desafíos y me muero de ganas por sentir esta ansiada felicidad más a menudo. Ah, por cierto, si tenéis tiempo acordaos del pobre Cubero. Su peluquero ha dejado el trabajo y el chico lo está pasando mal. A ver si Perkins se lo lleva a una de sus sesiones…

La semana que viene, más y mejor.

¡¡¡Vamoooooooosssss!!!

Orlandi’s Monday: para llorar

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Ya son diez partidos sin ganar. Sé que muchos aficionados del Blackpool leen este diario y se me hace difícil hablar de nuestra trayectoria, buscar una excusa, argumentar lo que es imposible. Si no cometemos un penalti lo fallamos, si no nos metemos un gol en propia puerta damos nosotros las asistencias a los rivales… Es de locos y parece de chiste, pero lo cierto es que así es muy complicado competir en una Liga como esta.

Lo dije la semana pasada y lo mantengo. Nadie nos pasa por encima, pero todos están por encima nuestro. Repasé ayer mentalmente el partido con el Norwich, que es el nuevo líder, y no encontré una razón evidente para que nos ganasen con esa claridad. Llevábamos el partido controlado, ganábamos… Y venga, el ‘regalo’ de cada día. Y entonces es como si el cielo se cayera sobre nuestras cabezas.

Me marché de Bloomfield Road con lágrimas en los ojos. No llegué a llorar, no voy a engañar a nadie, pero nunca había sentido una rabia tan intensa, tan fuerte. Nunca me sentí tan impotente. Lo siento en el alma pero no estoy acostumbrado a esto. No puedo ser feliz si todo el esfuerzo no se traduce en resultados. Al llegar a la sala de familias del estadio, solo Norah pudo sacarme una tímida sonrisa. Pero sigo con un cabreo enorme.

Y por si fuera poco, salí al campo en el minuto 91 perdiendo 1-3. Una anécdota más para contar a mis nietos. Seré un abuelo entretenido, pero este inicio de temporada me va a quitar años de vida.

Frente al Norwich debutó mi amigo Cubero, y hasta que tuvo gasolina dio mucho empaque al equipo y estuvo acertado. Esos dos minutos que le dio de descanso el entrenador (salí al campo por él), le irán bien de cara al martes. Bueno, dejando de lado la broma, que no estamos como para hacer demasiadas, ayer entrenamos y vi al vestuario hundido, deprimido, muy jodido. El calendario no ayuda y ahora tenemos partido en Middlesbrough mañana y el viernes en casa con el Cardiff. Otras dos pruebas muy difíciles. El Boro cambió de filosofía con la llegada de Karanka y ahora juega la pelota, tiene a Tomlin, el 10, que es un futbolista excelente. A este te lo encuentras por la calle y lo último que piensas es que sea futbolista, pero en el campo es un dolor de cabeza. Un jugón de primera.

En casa hemos pasado una semana complicada porque las dos niñas se pusieron malas, primero Norah y después Emma. La idea es que Norah comenzase la guardería pero la tuvimos que posponer. Por fin hemos encontrado una cerca de casa con plazas y ya empezamos a hacernos a la idea de lo difícil que será acostumbrarla porque en Brighton la experiencia fue complicada.

Pero para estar entretenido ahí están los gemelos Oriol. Es agradable que estén aquí y en cierta manera ayuda a sobrellevar toda esta mala leche por la situación del equipo, ¡pero es difícil de explicar el trabajo que llegan a dar! Esta semana el problema ha sido Internet. Edu ya tiene casa, cerca de la mía, así que me pidió que le solicitase el alta en Internet. ¿Fácil? En UK os aseguro que no tanto. Lo hago con el ordenador, todo parece perfecto. El día ‘x’ llega el aparato a casa y al cabo de 48 horas vienen a instalarlo. Todo tan simple que aún estamos esperando a que venga alguien. Después de 700 llamadas intentando arreglar el tema sigue sin wi-fi en casa. Confiar en que vayan a hacerle la instalación es más complicado que ser recibido por el Papa (¡lo ha hecho el Recre!).

Por cierto, el miércoles pasado vino un miembro de la FA a hablar con la plantilla. Todos los futbolistas de todos los clubes de categoría profesional en Inglaterra están asociados a la federación. La inscripción cuesta 150 libras al año, y normalmente tu club paga directamente ese dinero restándotelo del sueldo. De los 92 clubes profesionales de Inglaterra solamente hay uno que no lo hace. Sí, el Blackpool, así que tenemos que ponernos al día los jugadores por nuestra cuenta. Vino a explicarnos la nueva normativa en cuanto a las apuestas, para dejarnos claro que no podemos apostar en ningún partido de ninguna competición, y de paso nos recordó que no hemos pagado. Mejor no hacer comentarios al respecto.

Siempre me he tenido por un tipo alegre y optimista pero llevo días jodido. No puedo reír viendo como va el equipo y menos aún cuando veo las caras de nuestros aficionados después de los partidos. Nunca me he mantenido al margen de la gente que apoya a su club y tampoco lo hago ahora. Me fastidia mucho y solo puedo acabar como siempre, aunque cada día me cueste más decirlo.

¡¡¡Vamoooosssss!!!

Orlandi’s Monday: about to cry

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It is now ten games without a win… I know many Blackpool fans read my diary and it’s hard for me to talk about our downward spiral, to try to find an excuse, to argue what is impossible to argue. If it’s not a missed penalty, it’s an own goal or helping the other team score a goal. It’s crazy and it seems a joke but it is true and this way it is very hard to be competitive in this league.

I said it last week and I stand by my words. No one walks all over us but everybody is above us. I was thinking about the game against Norwich, the new leaders, and I couldn’t find any reasons why they beat us so easily. We were controlling the game, we were winning…and there you go, the “gift of the day”. And then it was like the sky has fallen all over our heads.

I left Bloomfield Road with wet eyes. I didn’t actually cry, I won’t lie to anyone, but I have never felt such an intense anger, I have never felt so frustrated. I am really sorry but I am not used to this. I can’t be happy when all the effort we put through doesn’t translate into good results. When I got to the family area at the stadium, only Norah managed to make me smile slightly. But I am still really pissed off.

And to make it worse, I was sent on in the 91st minute when we were 3-1 down. An anecdote to tell my grandsons, I will be an entertaining grandpa I guess…. This start of the season is going to make me go grey!

Against Norwich it was the debut of my friend Cubero, and he played quite well and helped the team until he ran out of fuel. I am sure those two minutes that the coach decided to give him when I substituted him, will do him good for Tuesday’s game…. Joking aside, we are mentally affected. We trained yesterday and the atmosphere in the locker room was really bad, everybody seems down and very distressed by the current situation.

The calendar doesn’t help as we have a tough game in Middlesbrough tomorrow and a home game against Cardiff on Friday. Another two difficult games. Boro changed their style of play when Karanka took over and now they play a good passing game, they have Tomlin, number 10, who is an excellent player. If you met this guy on the street you wouldn’t believe he is a football player…but on the pitch he’s a constant headache, a top player.

At home it’s also been a difficult week because both girls got sick, first it was Norah and then Emma. Norah was about to start going to nursery but we had to postpone it. We have finally found a nursery which has places available and it’s close to home but we are starting to realise how difficult it is going to be given the challenging experience that we had in Brighton.

But if you want to really be entertained you have got to look at the Oriol twins. It’s very nice that they are here and somehow they help me to take my mind away of the difficult situation of the team, but how hard work they are!! This week, the problem was the internet. Edu has already got a house, close to mine, so he asked me to open an internet account for him. Easy? Not that easy in the UK. I opened an account with my computer and everything was fine. On the day you have arranged they bring the router and after 48 hours they come to set it up, simple isn’t it? Well, we are still waiting for someone to come. After more than 700 calls trying to solve the problem he still doesn’t have internet at home. It seems harder to get the internet installed in your house in the UK than getting an appointment with the Pope (Recre just managed to do that!)

By the way, on Wednesday a member of the FA came to talk to the players. All the professional football players in England are members of the FA. The registration costs 150 pounds a year and normally it is your club which pays this fee by taking the money out of your wage. Out of 92 professional clubs in England there is only one which doesn’t do this. Blackpool of course! Therefore, it’s us the players who have to make sure the payments are up to date. He also talked to us about betting, to make very clear that we are not allowed to bet on football games, no matter what league or competition. And he reminded us that we still haven’t paid our fees. No comments.

I have always considered myself to be a happy and optimistic person but I have been really down for a few days. I can’t smile or be happy seeing how the team is doing, let alone seeing the faces of our fans after the games. I have never been a player who doesn’t care about the people who support my team and I can’t do it now either. It really bothers me and I can only say what I always say, although it’s getting harder and harder…

Come ooooooon!!!!

Orlandi’s monday: like a wounded animal

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Getting a draw in Brighton is not that easy my friends. I have played on the other side and the Amex is a difficult ground. It doesn’t matter whether the local team is in good form or not, they have been playing with the same philosophy for many years and it’s hard to take the ball from them, therefore the point we got deserves full credit, especially taking into consideration the circumstances that Blackpool is going through. Is it good enough? Of course in our current situation we need to win and we need to start getting a few wins in a row…but the team is really fighting like a wounded animal.

It is very frustrating to see that no one is walking all over us, but the weeks go through, so do the games and there we are right at the bottom. It happened against Watford last Tuesday and again on Saturday against Brighton. We missed a penalty, a last minute chance …It is hard to take but at the same time it motivates us in a special way.

I smile and prefer to see the bottle half full, otherwise I would get depressed and I am determine not to let that happen. But I was desperate to play and missing the game in Brighton, with the special connotations that that game had for me, was a real blow. The problems in my foot add to everything that is going on. I told you last week that I had to be injected and there was some risk involved and I paid for it. However, it seems that it is nothing too serious and I will be able to play soon as I really need to.

I have this label of being a player bond to injuries and I don’t like it. Last season I missed more than two months of competition due to the club’s doctor’s mistake. I don’t want to even begin to explain how much I suffered and what a doctor in Barcelona told me afterwards, as there is no point in looking back. But no one came to my defence, no one said anything and at the end of the season they decided not to renew my contract. In Swansea, in Brighton and now in Blackpool I have always done the same, I have devoted myself body and soul and this kind of situations hurt, because my friends, football players are also human beings!

Having said that, this week has been quite difficult. I went for a scan and on Tuesday, just before our game against Watford, our physiotherapist told me that the ligament on the sole of my foot was damaged. At the beginning I got really scared but he then told me that it was nothing to worry about and not to even consider having an injection. And my dad was there at home! ¡Ti voglio bene Babbo! We went together to the game and I was able to say hi to Oscar’s assistant Ruben Martinez, whom I’d like to send a big hug. And what about the game? More of the same. I have said it before, no one walks over us but everybody is above us on the table.

After that I had only been thinking about Brighton. I had lots of phone calls from colleagues, friends, journalists… For any football player, it is very especial to play against your former team, in a pitch in which he has received the support of his former fans. I never discovered that in Swansea and I really wanted to live it in Brighton, but the doctor told me otherwise on Thursday and when I suggested that “perhaps…” on Friday, I got told off and I was told not to even thing about it. It was really hard. On Saturday I switched off my mobile and I went out to an Italian to eat pasta.

I went to see my friend Salvatore, the owner of a restaurant called Rosanero in Macclesfield which nobody should miss. He is a top person and the food is simply spectacular. I went with all the family and with Berta, Laura’s sister, and I am not sure whether I told you that she is going out with Jordi Gomez, who plays for Sunderland and who was my teammate at Barça. A top bloke…surely Berta made the right choice!

The weekend has given me some good news though. Apart from the draw in Brighton, Becchio scored again with Rotherham and Leo Ulloa is flying with Leicester. I can assure you that player is incredible. He is a top bloke and a top player and I am so happy things are going well with him in Leicester. Yesterday I enjoyed watching the game against United. I believe never before in the premier league, a team has come back from a 2 goals behind against United. Another record for Van Gaal…

What is important now is to think about our next game against Norwich, another candidate for promotion. I would like to say that we are going to beat them, but at least I can say that we are going to break our necks to win. And to do so would be a breath of fresh air. I am not going to ask the fans to support us because I can see that they are behind the team in every game and we can never be too grateful for that.

By the way, I am getting married in June. I can see Laura getting stressed already, the dress, the flowers, this and that…and it’s still September! I tried to let my moustache grow this week and had to shave it off already as it was putting our relationship in danger! I am not sure who is the boss in your home but I don’t need to tell you who wears the trousers in mine!

I wanted to finish by talking a little bit about Scotland and the resemblances with the situation in Catalonia but I better leave it. Whatever I say someone would get annoyed. I, of course, have my own opinion but honestly I rather not get too involved.

If you can help someone in need do it, wherever you are from and whoever you support. Just read Orlandi’s Monday and please, be happy!

Come on!!!!

Orlandi’s Monday: ¿Dueños de nuestro destino?

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¡¡Vaya semanita!! ¡¡No se ni por donde empezar!! Igual empiezo por el final…

La ovación al equipo y sobre todo al entrenador después del partido del sábado. Solo fue un empate, pero para nosotros fue mucho más que eso. El ambiente que viví será difícil de olvidar. Esta comunión equipo-afición es la que nos tiene que ayudar a conseguir el objetivo de la permanencia. El partido con el Wolverhampton era muy complicado y se vio a un equipo entregado y comprometido. Tuvimos ocasiones, peleamos y creo que hubo ratos de buen fútbol. Es solo el comienzo…

En el fútbol profesional hace tiempo que entendí que no somos dueños de nuestro destino. Y hay mil ejemplos para explicarlo. La semana que hemos tenido ha sido de lo más surrealista que he vivido como profesional. El lunes, de entrada, nos encontramos a las cámaras de SkySports en la puerta grabando cómo llegábamos los jugadores al entrenamiento. Ahí ya imaginé que algo pasaba. Al entrar en los vestuarios el entrenador me pidió hablar conmigo a solas. Lo que me dijo entenderéis que es confidencial pero no me dejó para nada tranquilo. José Riga es una gran persona y la plantilla está a muerte con él, con eso lo digo todo. La realidad es que ya no teníamos segundo entrenador porque había dejado el club. Imaginaros que el lunes hicimos doble sesión de entrenamiento sin saber quien sería nuestro entrenador al día siguiente…

Nos enteramos que el club había hablado con diferentes personas para ocupar ese puesto, pero todo a través de la televisión. Nadie ha hablado con nosotros. Cada día un nombre diferente, y el míster dando la cara en los entrenamientos. Ha sido todo muy complicado y para él imagino que aún peor. Pero el equipo ha respondido de forma increíble y si no fuera por la fuerza del grupo esta situación sería del todo insostenible. Además, tener el apoyo de toda la afición es reconfortante. Ahora bien… ¡No se lo que nos vamos a encontrar mañana!

Las últimas dos semanas han sido, curiosamente, las mejores en cuanto a nivel en los entrenamientos. Creo que se debe al hecho de que ya empezamos a conocernos todos mejor. Yo llevaba un mes con dolor en la planta del pie, y desde el martes no conseguía andar sin dolor. ¡Fascitis plantar! No salgo de una para meterme en otra. El jueves fuí a ver a un podólogo en Bolton, un tipo muy simpático. Me dio unas plantillas que tenía por ahí como medida desesperada y me dijo: «olvídate de jugar el sábado«. Le dije: «OK, OK, muchas gracias«. El viernes entrené con el grupo –aunque cojo– y el sábado durante el calentamiento no podía ni correr. Así que le dije al doctor que me infiltrara para no sentir dolor. No os aconsejo la inyección en la planta del pie, ¡es horrible! El dolor se me fue, pero con él se marchó también mi pie. No lo sentía, ¡y es el izquierdo! Es muy difícil jugar sin sentir el balón, pero había que hacerlo. Ahora hay que dar más de lo que uno tiene. Y tengo que jugar mejor, porque sé que puedo hacerlo mil veces mejor.

Mañana tenemos otra prueba de fuego dificilísima con el Watford de mi antiguo entrenador Oscar García, al que le tengo mucho aprecio y respeto y del que voy a contar una anécdota más tarde. Será otro rival supercomplicado, pero esta liga es muy competitiva y cada partido es difícil. Y el sábado que viene… Brighton. Ese partido sí será muy especial para mi. En Brighton pasé dos de los mejores años de mi vida. Conocí a gente increíble y fueron dos temporadas muy buenas a nivel deportivo. Además, en el Amex me sentía como en casa. El club decidió no renovarme y, siendo difícil de aceptar y entender, tuve que irme. Mi hija Emma nació allí y siempre será un lugar inolvidable para nuestra familia. Ahora bien, el sábado intentaré que todas estas cosas no me afecten y daré todo para que el Blackpool gane. Y seguro que en Blackpool estaré genial también.

Ahora os cuento lo de Òscar García. Normalmente no debería explicarlo, pero como os he cogido confianza y no se lo vais a contar a nadie… El día que me comunican que no sigo en Brighton fue el lunes después de quedar eliminados en el playoff ante el Derby County. Una reunión de un minuto y medio de duración en la que el director deportivo explica como motivo de la decisión que al haber cambio de entrenador no podían tomar ninguna decisión respecto a los jugadores que terminábamos contrato… Ya habían renovado a tres, así que es fácil imaginar cómo me sentí.

Al día siguiente, al enterarse de la noticia, me llamó Òscar en persona. Estaba muy sorprendido y disgustado con la decisión. Antes de irse había aconsejado al Brighton que me renovara. De hecho, el director deportivo le preguntó en un e-mail qué había que hacer con mi situación una semana antes de los playoffs, a lo que Oscar contestó que había que renovarme sin ninguna duda. No tenía por qué hacerlo, pero se molestó en llamarme y explicármelo todo. Fue por su parte un detalle muy bonito. Incluso tenía los e-mails guardados para demostrarlo. En fin… Es agua pasada.

Como os dije antes, y por mucho que Mandela se empeñara, hay veces en que uno no es dueño de su destino, y menos en el mundo del fútbol. Esta semana no ha habido monos asesinos ni daños materiales que lamentar. Norah se está haciendo mayor y cada día me sorprende con cosas nuevas. ¡Vino a Bloomfield Road el sábado y ¡se lo pasó en grande! Mañana más y mejor, si el pie me lo permite. ¡Aunque soy capaz de pincharme la uña para poder jugar!

¡¡¡Vamoooooooosssss!!!

PD: Por cierto, ya me perdonareis el atrevimiento pero desde aquí celebro la victoria de mi único y gran ídolo: Valentino Rossi. Soy un fanático de las motos, aunque no se llevar ni un triciclo, y Rossi es de los pocos deportistas que consigue emocionarme. Es único.

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Orlandi’s Monday: Do we own our fate?

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What a week! I don’t know where to begin from…

Maybe from the end…

The ovation to the team and, above of all, to the coach after the Saturday match… It was just a tie, but much more for us. The atmosphere I felt will be unforgettable. The supporters-team connection is what will help us to stay in the Championship. The match against Wolverhampton was very hard but you could see a dedicated, committed team. We had our chances, we fought and I think there were good football moments. It’s just the beginning.

Long time ago I understood that we don’t own our fate in pro football. There are thousands of examples. This one has been the more surrealistic week I’ve ever lived as a professional. For starters, we found the Sky Sports cameras at Monday training, recording us while we arrived. I realized something was happening. When I came in, the coach asked me to speak with me, the two alone. You can guess it’s confidential, but what he said didn’t help me to stay calm. José Riga is a great person and the team would go to the death for him, that’s all I’m saying. We already had no second coach since he had left the club. Imagine that: we completed a double training session without knowing who were gonna be the mister the following day…

We found out, mostly through TV, that the club had talked with several people to take on it. No one had spoken to us. A new name each day, and the coach «facing the music» at the trainings. Everything very complicated for us, even worst for him. Nevertheless, the team has responded in an incredible way. Had it not been for the group’s force, this situation would have been unbearable. Besides, the fans are with us. Now then, I don’t know what we will face tomorrow!

Oddly enough, these two weeks have been the best, speaking of training. I think it’s just because we know each other better. My foot has been hurting for a month, and I couldn’t even walk last Tuesday. Plantar fasciitis! Out of the frying pan and into the fire! Last Thursday I went to a podiatrist in Bolton, a nice guy. He gave me some insoles, as a last resort, and told me: «Forget the Saturday match«. «Ok, ok, thank you very much«, I replied. Last Friday I worked with the group (lame, though) and the Saturday, during the warm-up, I couldn’t even run. So I told the doctor to inject me to feel no pain. I don’t recommend an injection at the sole, it’s horrible! I couldn’t feel it, and it was my left, the good one! It’s very difficult to play without feeling the ball, but it has to be done. Now it’s time to give even more than you have. And I must to play better, because I can do much, much better.

Tomorrow we’re having another hard test with my former coach Òscar García‘s team, Watford. I do appreciate and respect him a lot and I’m telling a story about him later. It’s gonna be a complicated rival, but this championship is so competitive, every game is gonna be that way. And next Saturday… Brighton. That match will be really special for me. I spent two of my best years in life there. I met amazing people and they were two splendid seasons at a sport level. Besides, I felt like home in the Amex. The club decided not to extend my contract and I had to leave, although it was hard to accept and understand. My daughter Emma was born there and it will always be an unforgettable place for our family. Having said that, I will try these things won’t affect me this Saturday and give everything for Blackpool to win. I’m sure I’ll have a great time in Blackpool, too.

About Òscar García. I wouln’t normally explain things like that, but now that you and me feel confident with each other and I know you’re not going to tell anyone… The day the told me I wasn’t going to stay in Brighton was the Monday after we were eliminated in the playoff against Derby County. The Sport Manager explained to me, in a minute and a half meeting, that given the change of coach for the following year, they couln’t take a decision regarding to the last year contract players… But they had already renewed three, so imagine how I felt.

Next day, Òscar himself called me when he noticed the news. He was very surprised and upset. He had advised to extend my contract to the club. In fact, the Sport Manager asked him about my situation a week before the playoffs, via e-mail, and Òscar answered they should keep me beyond any doubt. He had no obligation, but he took the trouble of calling me and state it clear. It was a nice detail. He had even kept the mails to prove it. Well… water under the bridge.

As I said before, and no matter Mandela insisted on it, there are times we don’t own our fate, especially in the football world. There were no murderous monkeys or property damages to lament this week. Norah is growing up and surprises me with new things every day. She came to Bloomfield Road last Saturday and had the time of her life! Tomorrow, more and better football… if my foot allows it. I’m capable of injecting my nails to play, though!

¡¡¡Vamooooooooooos!!!

PS: By the way, please excuse my audacity, but I celebrate my one and only big idol’s victory: Valentino Rossi! I’m a bike fanatic (even I can’t ride a tricicle) and Rossi is one of the few athlete who thrills me. He’s unique.

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