One of the goals that I set myself upon initiating the exercise regime that I’m currently partaking in was to lower my heart rate, which was sitting at around 70bpm, until it sat somewhere in the 40s. I reached that goal today, my heart rate was measured at 49 bpm. Now I want it at 44. My blood pressure is a little high, probably a result of the amount of alcohol that I intake… at least hopefully, then I know I have a lifestyle choice I can amend in order to address it.
I’ve been reading about Roy Keane, the despotic Irish midfielder who captained Man U during the late 90s/ early 00s. Though his career is littered with controversies, one particular episode of his story really, really made me laugh.
During a game against Leeds in 97 an attacking pass was made to him in front of the opposition goal, which was promptly cut off by the Leeds defender Alf-Inge Håland. Realising this, Keane attempted to trip Håland… in the process of failing the trip attempt, Keane tore his cruciate ligament, resulting in his omission from the game for the next year in recovery. To add insult to injury, while Keane was lying on the ground writhing in pain Håland absued him suggesting he was faking the injury in order to avoid a penalty. Ha!
Three years later, when the two met again in opposing teams Keane almost completely destroyed Håland’s knee in one of the most hilariously blatant acts of retribution/fouls in the history of soccer.
The whole episode can be seen below. It really is funny.
Afterwards, in his biography Keane described it all as follows, “I’d waited long enough. I fucking hit him hard. The ball was there (I think). Take that you cunt. And don’t ever stand over me sneering about fake injuries”.
Gotta love it. More of Keane’s hilarity can be found here.
Oh and did I ever tell you how much I’m loving this band? Yeah… they’re great.
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