BACK THEN

Dear Thierry,

Remember back on June 12, 1998, how it felt when you scored your first international goal against South Africa and Les Bleus won 3-0...Do you remember? Well, when you take on South Africa next year, I hope you find scoring just as exciting 12 years later--if you do, please, do us all a favor and CONTINUE to play, but please, if you don't, don't just do it to just do it.
Afterall, you're no longer contracted to Nike :)
You have solidified your place in history and even though you are my favorite player--the player who inspires
me to walk multiple city blocks and avenues in freezing cold rain (with no umbrella or head covering)just to see you play (haCHOO...yes that was a sneeze), I'd also go the same distance to hear you speak. You have so much to offer the world. Remember, it wasn't your game that sparked my interest--it was your words. And whenever you retire be it tomorrow or 2012--remember that just when the caterpillar thought it was over it became a beautiful butterfly.

--superVirgin

P.S.: Today I watched Roma play Lazio. I must say that if you leave football so will my interest, as I was bored out of my mind watching Roma & Lazio! I try to diversify my footballing portfolio \^-^/

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE

Oozing amazing personality is what's expected of "unattractive" people as compensation for lack of pleasing aesthetics. Personality can be overshadowed by a cute face a nice body a fat wallet and it's only after the lust has gone that we are able to see the pricelessness and rarity of something so simple as a great personality. I work at a gym that brings amazing bodies full of muscles: collagen: sillicone: hair extensions...and sometimes I just look and wonder, I wonder what would happen if people worked on their personality like they do their abs.
But then we live in a microwave society where a short skirt, high heels, new breasts and a firm arse gets one instant gratification in which or whatever way they desire it. And I can't leave men out with their puffed chests, expensive cars, lip-licking,... Thierry Henry is an athlete. He's an attractive athlete. He's a paid athlete. He's a mega-star athlete. Yes. Oui. Si. This is all well and good but what I think about most, when I THINK of Thierry Henry is how after France beat Togo 2:0 in the 2006 World Cup he made his way over to the Togo bench/side wearing Togo shorts and holding a shirt. The man traded away his entire uniform (which perhaps is customary)? But I just remember seeing a sweaty Thierry sit alongside team Togo chatting smiling joking...clearly so far removed from Ego-star-mode that I can barely word it. It was all personality.
That's my fondest Henry image.

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"Here is some advice. As a reader of body language, look past looks. If you look beyond looks, you'll have better employees, better friends, and better marriages."
-- Peter Andersen Ph.D