Return of the Gods

As a football fanatic, there are people you need to know in the footballing world. Names such as Scholes, Henry, Gerrard. These my friends are the Football Gods, and they have been kind to us to return.

You ask why their names should be whispered in the annals of football, here is why:

Scholes;

The Ginger prince made a return to the Manchester United team just as The Puppeteer had written a piece reliving his genius on the ball. Scholes is like the pro kid who was the start in the school team and had to be rewinded over and over his class so that they couldnt let him go. Priceless.

The string puller was back. Even the Manchester City fans could feel it. They knew they would not know what to expect from the man himself.

Being as it is there a was a piece about him on the Return of the Ginger Bread Man, there will be little words regarding him on this piece.

Henry;

Described as the Return of the King by all Arsenal fans. North London was in a frenzy. Thierry Henry was coming back! Negotiations about his insurance and crap like that could not let the mood of the Gunners down. Jerseys were bought, scarves were knitted and banners were made.

The number 3 in the all time scorer list in premier league history was coming back. Named on the bench against Leeds in the FA cup, he already had won Man of the Match without having gotten on the pitch. Yes, they love him that much!

And as if to write the script, he came on to score the winner. This is equivalent to a man leaving his wife, the wife getting married to another man who is unable to impregnate her, the previous man coming back to his wife, laying with her and warming his loins in the present of the current husband, THEN impregnating her and delivering their son, leading to the second husband leaving.
 Yes, it was that good for the Arsenal fans.


Gerrard;

The Kop God, Captain Fantastic, but unfortunately one of the greatest footballers that may never win the Premier League Trophy.
The Kop had this strange sense of dullness without their string puller. The days of the Gerrard-Torres factor had gone. When Stevie G would weave a surgical through pass to the clinical Torres and before you knew it the net was bulging.

He had been out, the Captain. Rehabilitation they call it. No one knows what happens there. We all hear words such as "Horse Placenta", "Specialist in Switzerland", and the like. We dont care for much what they do to these players, but all we want is for them to play.

They did what they did, and he was back. You know there is an English saying that says 'As faithful as a Liverpool fan'.
They showed him the faith. Forget the racist twat in Suarez, forget even the big flop in Andy Caroll, or the even unglorified Lucas Leiva. All that mattered at the Mersey-side was that Stevie G was back.


The Gods have truly Returned. Albeit for a short time, they are here. We wont argue, we wont stutter, because from one string puller to another, the talent talks for it self. So go on friends, hang their jerseys in your rooms walls, brandish their scarves on game day, kiss the badges when score and lift up your heads when they lose.

For that is the attitude of the Gods