5 Drabbles for Footie 100
Wow, I seem incapable of writing longer fics lately *g*. That should be remedied soon, but in the mean time, another batch for footie_100 :).
Author : hiro_chan
Rating : G
Disclaimer : not true :p
AUthor's Note : Written for Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's retirement, so all from Ole's POV :).
1. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember that day in August eleven years ago. The Gaffer told him to put on his jersey and he looked up, surprised, not expecting to play so soon.
He remembers standing on the touchline, heart calm but legs shaking, and the way his name sounded over Old Trafford as he jogged onto the pitch. The crowd gave a reluctant cheer - still doubtful - but it didn’t matter, he’d seen enough on the bench to keep him raring to go.
Of course, he didn’t take long to score. And he never looked back ever since.
2. If he thinks about Old Trafford, he’d think about Sir Matt Busby statue, standing tall and proud in front of the stadium. He remembers the first time he stood before it, feeling the awe hypnotizing him. Here was the man who lived through one of the worst nightmares, then picked not only himself, but his whole team up, and went on to write his name with golden ink in football history.
Whenever he saw the statue, he was motivated by the story behind it. Now, looking back at his career, he supposes he can be happy with what he’d achieved.
3. If he thinks about Manchester United, he often laughs quietly to himself. To be a mad Liverpool fan during childhood, and fall madly in love with United the first moment he played for the club is kind of ironic and amusing.
He loves everything about United, the history and the achievements and the deep attachment he has with it. The red of the jersey, the devil on the crest, the familiarity of the players, the childish freedom in the training ground and that distinct smell and feel in the changing room.
He’s deeply grateful to be able to be here.
4. If he thinks about the Gaffer, he thinks about how much he’s reminded of his grandpa. He smiles at that, knowing from distant memories how unalike they both are.
But there were times when the Gaffer looked at him in a mixture of apology and wistfulness and pride as he was informed that he’d be on the bench again despite his goals last week, and Ole somehow saw his grandpa in him.
The Gaffer would shake his head and said, “You deserve better, lad,” and he would hold his eyes and said, ”I know. But I’m glad to be here.”
5. If he thinks about Paul, he thinks about sunsets. Perhaps it’s the way Paul’s hair looks in the sun’s dying light. Or that stolen moment from many years ago, when the sun was setting and Paul kissed him, looking so mortified he was going to kill himself - Ole always smiles fondly at that memory.
And perhaps it’s how sunset feels to him, majestic, brilliant and ethereal, but at the same time vulnerable and wistful.
It isn’t as good a comparison as the lovely moon or the powerful sun, but it’s okay. Because Paul feels the way sunset feels to him.
Didn't feel I do that well :p. Let me know what you think, OK :)?
Author : hiro_chan
Rating : G
Disclaimer : not true :p
AUthor's Note : Written for Ole Gunnar Solskjaer's retirement, so all from Ole's POV :).
1. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember that day in August eleven years ago. The Gaffer told him to put on his jersey and he looked up, surprised, not expecting to play so soon.
He remembers standing on the touchline, heart calm but legs shaking, and the way his name sounded over Old Trafford as he jogged onto the pitch. The crowd gave a reluctant cheer - still doubtful - but it didn’t matter, he’d seen enough on the bench to keep him raring to go.
Of course, he didn’t take long to score. And he never looked back ever since.
2. If he thinks about Old Trafford, he’d think about Sir Matt Busby statue, standing tall and proud in front of the stadium. He remembers the first time he stood before it, feeling the awe hypnotizing him. Here was the man who lived through one of the worst nightmares, then picked not only himself, but his whole team up, and went on to write his name with golden ink in football history.
Whenever he saw the statue, he was motivated by the story behind it. Now, looking back at his career, he supposes he can be happy with what he’d achieved.
3. If he thinks about Manchester United, he often laughs quietly to himself. To be a mad Liverpool fan during childhood, and fall madly in love with United the first moment he played for the club is kind of ironic and amusing.
He loves everything about United, the history and the achievements and the deep attachment he has with it. The red of the jersey, the devil on the crest, the familiarity of the players, the childish freedom in the training ground and that distinct smell and feel in the changing room.
He’s deeply grateful to be able to be here.
4. If he thinks about the Gaffer, he thinks about how much he’s reminded of his grandpa. He smiles at that, knowing from distant memories how unalike they both are.
But there were times when the Gaffer looked at him in a mixture of apology and wistfulness and pride as he was informed that he’d be on the bench again despite his goals last week, and Ole somehow saw his grandpa in him.
The Gaffer would shake his head and said, “You deserve better, lad,” and he would hold his eyes and said, ”I know. But I’m glad to be here.”
5. If he thinks about Paul, he thinks about sunsets. Perhaps it’s the way Paul’s hair looks in the sun’s dying light. Or that stolen moment from many years ago, when the sun was setting and Paul kissed him, looking so mortified he was going to kill himself - Ole always smiles fondly at that memory.
And perhaps it’s how sunset feels to him, majestic, brilliant and ethereal, but at the same time vulnerable and wistful.
It isn’t as good a comparison as the lovely moon or the powerful sun, but it’s okay. Because Paul feels the way sunset feels to him.
Didn't feel I do that well :p. Let me know what you think, OK :)?