Erik Ortiz Cruz is a 10-month-old boy from Villaluenga de la Sagra, Spain who was born with a brain disorder called cortical dysplasia.
His family and friends have been raising money to pay for a surgery that costs $83,000. When they asked Cristiano Ronaldo to donate a pair of cleats and a jersey to auction off, the Real Madrid star decided to go ahead and cover the entire surgery, AS reports.
It started when Aaron Hunt, a forward for Werder Breman of the German soccer league, was awarded a penalty kick for being taken down in the penalty area by a Nurnberg player. That is until he approached the referee and admitted that he had actually tripped over his own feet.
The referee then reversed the call, and Hunt got handshakes from the opposition players.
Not to be outdone though, later in the match a Nurnberg player corrected the referee when he wrongly awarded an inbound play to his team, rather than Werder Breman.
To this, the referee gave a thumbs up.
“When he came to Botafogo for a trial, he put the first ball he touched straight between my legs. A lot of people thought I would be offended but they were wrong. I told the directors there and then that they had to sign him. Fortunately, they listened to me.”
So said Nilton Santos of one of the most gifted players to have ever graced a football pitch. Manoel Francisco dos Santos, better known as Garrincha, was Botafogo and Brazil’s craque during the late 1950s and early 1960s, the ace in the hole and arguably the greatest player of his generation.
His style of play was worth the entrance fee alone and Botafogo milked that to the detriment of the player. The winger delayed a knee operation on numerous occasions as his absence from the side cost club directors enormous profits.
His performances for Botafogo in the 1961 and 1962 year’s Rio de Janeiro state championship were equally influential, helping the club to successive titles. But his relationship with the board was disintegrating, over what he considered a disproportionately low salary for a man who filled the club coffers.
Brazilian prodigy Gabriel Medina put together an impressive come-from-behind performance to win the Quiksilver Pro Gold Coast over Joel Parkinson.
Manchester United have risked further accusations of acting in a heavy-handed manner towards their fans after it emerged that one supporter’s Twitter account was suspended because it featured the official club crest.
Even though the function of the @ManUtd_Players account is to list everyone who has represented United and Newton Heath, and only has 138 followers, it is understood that club’s brand protection department weighed in to insist that the logo was taken down because it breached copyright laws.
The supporter, Jack Holt, had his account suspended on Monday after Twitter wrote to him saying it had ‘received multiple, compliant DMCA takedown notices for content posted to your account’.
Since 1970, every World Cup football has been made by Adidas, an ideal opportunity to showcase their latest developments in ball design and technology. (Disclosure: I work at the Centre for Sports Engineering Research at Sheffield Hallam University, which has worked on some projects with Adidas. No one at the Centre for Sports Engineering Research has worked on Adidas’ World Cup ball.) In 2006, they took a radical departure from the norm with the Teamgeist. Traditionally, a football is constructed from 32 panels stitched together by hand. The Teamgeist had 14 panels that were glued together with heat (thermally bonded), resulting in a ball that was more “marble-like” than previous generations.
The change was not only aesthetic. Players using the ball complained of erratic behavior in flight. For the next World Cup (South Africa, 2010) Adidas considerably redesigned the ball, the Jabulani, which had only eight thermally bonded panels. Unfortunately, criticism of the ball was, if anything, louder than it had been four years earlier. Many coaches and players compared the Jabulani to a beach ball that swerves unpredictably.
Their radical design is different from a standard stitched football in two ways. First, fewer panels mean shorter seams. By my own measurements, a 32-panel football has a seam length of around 405 centimeters, compared to 345 cm on the Teamgeist and 203 cm on the Jabulani. Second, thermal bonding created a much lower seam profile. A laser scan of the surface of the Jabulani and a stitched football shows the stitched seam is more than twice as deep as the Jabulani’s. The floating, beach-ball-like behavior of these footballs isn’t because they are light, but because they are smooth.
Rodgers is looking at the overall picture on Merseyside and hopes the current campaign - which has Liverpool still in the Premier League title race and on course for a return to UEFA Champions League competition - will represent another positive step en route to hitting much bigger targets.
He told LFCTV GO: “I’ve been satisfied in terms of the progress we have made but there is still a long way to go in terms of where I want to go with the whole project.
“Hopefully it continues to grow. We have gone from a team who was looking to put a style of football in place - high energy, high tempo - to one who wants to have success running alongside that, and success is getting into the Champions League.
If Manchester United were a metaphor, I could wax poetic in a river of cliches and tropes. I could wallow in self satisfying nostalgia, drinking champagne on the deck of the titanic. I could indulge my cerebral cortex with thoughts of Greek tragedies, of Midas and his golden touch. I could turn everything to gold, just by thinking at it.
If Manchester United, were, say, the portrait of Dorian Gray, looking back out upon the world as it grows older and it is spared the inexorable pedantry that is the inevitable-ness of aging, and her tortuously more seductive cousin, change, then i could continue what for me, and other fans my age, (i say fans but we have become dependents, all of us, sucking air in the memory of Ferguson’s teat) has become a form of comfortably numb.
Those not stricken with our particular disease, they call it smugness, and we don’t really care. Call it what you want, Manchester United are not a metaphor, aging is inexorably pedantic, and the only universal constant is change. Success is a fickle mistress, and she has sought greener, younger pastures.
I can still wax poetic. I am still a dreamer. I can fondly remember Clive Tyldesley utter that Mancunian primal scream “man utd have reached the promised land” on that balmy summer day. just like it was a dream.
summer was burgeoning out of the wanton thighs of spring, treble suns shining just on the horizon. I myself burgeoning, coming out of my own spring, entering my own summer, i grew tits the year man utd won the treble.
now that is a memory i want to hold on to.
However, it is not quite the bustiest of my lusty Man united dreams. For six years, Christiano ronaldo was my husband.
You laugh and you snicker, but you also luxuriated in his silky hair and seductive moves. you also screamed “christttttttttttttiiiiiiiiiannnnnnnoooooooo rooooooonaldo” in your sluttiest voice when he/we scored. right up in the top corner of the net. I think they call it the G spot, because it is so hard to find. a postage stamp.
And then he committed the cruelest of all sins. He left us for a better model. A prettier model. A more exotic model. a model with bigger tits. He left you too. And we cried, but we sucked some more at Ferguson’s teat and we were calmed. Everything was still gold? wasnt it? you promised, king Midas.
And everything was ok! Manchester United went on to win many more trophies, including their 20th, forever making us “one better than those scousers over at Anfield”
Sure, louis Suarez could bite a man or two, but we were too busy licking milk and honey off the face of Robin Van Persie to care. And I still flagellated myself to fading memories of cr7. and so did you. Smug? you betcha, Winners? yeah! We could back it up.
But we all have our demons, and change is the only constant. And change came to Old Trafford, and no amount of exorcism can rid us of the pox. No amount of denial can make a ship unsinkable. Dorian Gray is a sad old man, who needs to buy a mirror.
Dorian Gray is he who shall not be named. well ok, change, thy name is moyes. Please Sir Alex, can I have some Moyes? surely, Jose Mourihno understands that sentiment.
If we had a mirror, we would see ourselves for how we truly are. We might see that our “Juan Mata boobjob” did not make us look younger, it just made us need a bigger bra. we’d see that Nemanja Vidic just stood us up at the alter. And we thought we had him hooked, and to think, it’s too late for a morning after pill..
If Manchester United were a metaphor, maybe that mirror, that portrait of Dorian Gray, would look familiarly like me.
Having conquered racism and religion, I cannot imagine a more potent weapon against homophobia than our sporting icons coming out of the closet,
In the past few days, the front pages again reported human society’s further regress from civilisation while the sports pages were offering a beacon of hope to all those who refuse to believe humankind is irredeemable.
In the same week as (Michael) Sam’s self-liberation, England women’s football team captain Casey Stoney also publically declared she was gay.
What the two represent though is a glimpse of the future. One day future generations will read about Sam and Stoney and wonder why a column such as this was even published.
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The ceremonial start for the 2014 Iditarod Trail Sled Dog Race was held in a party-like atmosphere in downtown Anchorage on Saturday. The real race begins about 50 miles north of Anchorage in Willow, Alaska on Sunday. (March 1)