My man-crush on Thierry Henry has been going on for ages. He was the best player on one of the best teams of all time (and, not coincidentally, my favorite team). But it wasn't just that he was great - there have been many similarly great players that left me cold. It was Henry's imperious style and panache that I loved. He was the best player and and he knew it. The attitude wore thin when he was no longer the best player, but when he was great he was the greatest, all ego and brilliance.
Example: he famously scored on a quick free kick that was whistled back by the referee because he hadn't given the opposing team enough time to set up. After taking a ponderously long time to re-kick he scored again. At which point he looked at the referee and asked, "Was that enough?"
His recently-back-after-four-years-afield goal against a not-very-good Leeds club is hardly the stuff of legend, but it's more goals than anyone else on the Arsenal squad could manage in the game. So.
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