Sunday, November 27, 2005

The Best

The sixties have finally died.

The promise, the beauty, the shafts of brilliance dwindled into a shambling nightmare that could no longer keep itself alive.

But the beauty, man... keep your ballet, we have our dance, and our Nijinsky, our Nureyev, our Pan, our god, the greatest talent from our islands in our game has gone.

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