GOALS, GOALS, GOALS
Norman Whiteside
was more a scorer of
great goals than a
great scorer of goals.
The best thing for them to do is stay
at nil–nil until they score a goal.
I would have thought that the
knowledge that you are going
to be leapt on by half a dozen
congratulatory but sweaty team-
mates would be an inducement
NOT to score a goal at soccer.
The twenty-first goal was offside.
Ryan Giggs did everything
there but score or pass.
The fools. They’ve
scored too early.
That’s the kind of goal he
normally knocks in in his sleep
with his eyes closed.
Apart from their goals,
Norway haven’t scored.
It was the sort of
goal that made
your hair stand on
your shoulders.
Football is a funny game. Ron
Davies scored 200 league
goals in one season, but the last
I heard of him he was working
somewhere on a building site.
It was particularly pleasing that
our goalscorers scored tonight.
We were doing great before
they scored five freak goals.
Batista gets most of his
goals with the ball.
After I scored six against
Northampton I hung back for
the last part of the game. I
didn’t want to score any more.
It was getting embarrassing.
Our problem is that we’ve tried
to score too many goals.
David Batty is quite prolific,
isn’t he? He scores one goal a
season, regular as clockwork.
All strikers go through what they call
a glut when they don’t score goals.
Woodcock would have scored there
but his shot was just too perfect.