I still cannot explain why I feel so excited about the homecoming of the God of Anfield, Robbie Fowler, (Yes, I’m extremly joyful for few days) it is as unexplainable as I suddenly have a look on on-line version of International Herald Tribune today.
My impression about Herald Tribune is still from the memory that Patricia shouts in Paris at Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless (or you can rejuvenate such a nice dream in Bertolucci’s Dremaer), and it’s still quite a scene that brings another kind of unexplainable joyfulness to me.
I still keep on the habit that read the sport page first from newspaper. A report about the veteran striker Robbie Fowler catches my eye again. (Even I’ve read the same news for consecutively 3 days from different media.)
”Fowler finally back in his love’s embrace” what an embarassed and melodramatic title used by Herald Tribune. I just inluduge in the unfinished romantic story of Robbie Fowler in the report.
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”The wealthier that soccer players become, the harder it is to believe that the old romance or love of the game can keep them loyal to their first club.
They rise, often from the poorest districts, they depart for greater riches, and sometimes they cruise past their hometowns behind the smoked-glass windows of limousines beyond the dreams of ordinary workers.
But as Robbie Fowler, truly a prodigal son of Liverpool, suddenly returned to his first love on Friday, at least one grown man wept.
”After I signed,” he said, ”I just sat in my car outside Anfield. I was incredibly emotional. It is a dream come true for me, I can hardly believe I am back”
””I could have put a contract with no money on it, and he would have signed. We went for the deal because in Rafa’s judgment, he’s something we haven’t got - a natural goal-scorer, a great predator.”
”Fowler had ”blue blood,” that is to say, he adored Everton, until at the age of 11 he was chosen by Liverpool, and his veins turned red.”
He was sold by Gerard Houllier, the previous Liverpool team manager, who mistrusted Fowler’s errant lifestyle, his indiscipline, his tendency to drift with the ”wrong” crowd. Houllier sold Fowler to Leeds United for £11 million and bought Djibril Cissé from Auxerre for £14 million.
Fowler drifted between debilitating injuries and, perhaps, a broken heart and was sold on for far less to Manchester City. Now he has been allowed to return to Liverpool without a transfer fee.
In May, as Steven Gerrard and Jamie Carragher, two fellow Scousers, danced around the field in Istanbul with the Champions League trophy. Fowler was in the crowd at the Aaturk Stadium, elated and frustrated by feelings of belonging and separation.
His return is a gamble, but if Fowler reclaims the form of old, do not discount another sudden return: to the England team for this summer’s World Cup.
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It is what a coincidence that Robbie represents 3 clubs which home jeresy is Red (Liverpool), White (Leeds) and Blue (Manchester City). If it is still unbelivable for you that Fowler backs to Red again, why don’t I have another illustrious dream that Robbie can wear the White jeresy with the flag of England?
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