Goal orientated

My girlfriend recently reminisced about how, shortly after we met, she had asked me to list my top ten goals. She reminded me that I had dodged the question at the time and had never answered it subsequently. In all seriousness, I said I did not recall having been asked, but made the point that it was obviously a very hard question to answer off the top of one’s head. I mean, how could you compare Lee Martin’s critical 1990 FA cup final replay goal against Crystal Palace with Ryan Giggs’s fantastic FA Cup semi–final replay strike against Arsenal in the 98/99 campaign? Or David Beckham chipping the Wimbledon keeper from the half–way line in 96/97? Solskjaer against Bayern Munich in 99? And that’s without even getting started on the brilliant Eric Cantona or my childhood hero, Mark Hughes. Also, I mentioned that I was surprised to see an American female taking such an interest in football as part of the process of finding out what makes someone tick. How I laughed when she explained that by “top ten goals” she had been referring to my own personal life aspirations. An equally difficult question, mind you.

(Before anyone mentions it, yes, we’ll just have to beat them at the San Siro, alright).