But then along came this youngster, 20-year old Owen Farrell, playing in Jonny's old position as the English national team's fly-half and widely touted as "the next Jonny Wilkinson." If it were anyone else, that phrase would set my teeth on edge but after watching Owen play, I concede that he may be the real deal. He'll never knock Jonny off his pedestal, but he may join him there.
To get the right word in the right place is a rare achievement. To condense the diffused light of a page of thought into the luminous flash of a single sentence, is worthy to rank as a prize composition just by itself... Anybody can have ideas, the difficulty is to express them without squandering a quire of paper on an idea that ought to be reduced to one glittering paragraph. -- Mark Twain
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Be Still My Heart
I was sure that no one would ever replace Jonny Wilkinson as my favorite rugby player of all time. Not only was Jonny a world class player, he was quiet, unassuming, hard working, and a very handsome fellow. I was devastated when he retired from international competition.
But then along came this youngster, 20-year old Owen Farrell, playing in Jonny's old position as the English national team's fly-half and widely touted as "the next Jonny Wilkinson." If it were anyone else, that phrase would set my teeth on edge but after watching Owen play, I concede that he may be the real deal. He'll never knock Jonny off his pedestal, but he may join him there.
But then along came this youngster, 20-year old Owen Farrell, playing in Jonny's old position as the English national team's fly-half and widely touted as "the next Jonny Wilkinson." If it were anyone else, that phrase would set my teeth on edge but after watching Owen play, I concede that he may be the real deal. He'll never knock Jonny off his pedestal, but he may join him there.
Labels:
Rugby
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment