Theregulars Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 If i was in charge at NUFC , the tribute i would give is free printing on SPEED 11 on all shirts or all money going to a mental health charity. That's if it's due to mental health reasons. It would be good to leave coloured placards on seats that when held up form '11 SPEED' across a black and white background. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sifu Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 If i was in charge at NUFC , the tribute i would give is free printing on SPEED 11 on all shirts or all money going to a mental health charity. That's if it's due to mental health reasons. It would be good to leave coloured placards on seats that when held up form '11 SPEED' across a black and white background. That would be great to see Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
M4 Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 It would be good to leave coloured placards on seats that when held up form '11 SPEED' across a black and white background. Was about to say that. Some colourful 'tifo' would be great. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
David Icke - Son of God Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 It needs to be something tasteful and not just waving scarves around our heads, which seems to be the default selection whenever we want to celebrate/commiserate. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theregulars Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 Too much to have all players wearing a commemorative 11 SPEED on their shirts for the day? FIFA would probably not allow it anyway. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
M4 Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 Too much to have all players wearing a commemorative 11 SPEED on their shirts for the day? FIFA would probably not allow it anyway. More acceptable would probably be players having their usual squad numbers but all with the name Speed. Not a huge fan of that idea though Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theregulars Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 Too much to have all players wearing a commemorative 11 SPEED on their shirts for the day? FIFA would probably not allow it anyway. More acceptable would probably be players having their usual squad numbers but all with the name Speed. Not a huge fan of that idea though Yer it's slightly American. I dunno I just loved the guy, want to see something beyond the normal for him. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ash Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 Still can't get my head around this, such devastating news. RIP Speedo. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wormy Posted November 27, 2011 Share Posted November 27, 2011 The home shirts embroidered with something on the front commemorating him? Then auctioned off for a relevant charity of some kind? Obviously hope more would be done than something like that, but would be a nice touch I think. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ross magoo Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 If i was in charge at NUFC , the tribute i would give is free printing on SPEED 11 on all shirts or all money going to a mental health charity. That's if it's due to mental health reasons. It would be good to leave coloured placards on seats that when held up form '11 SPEED' across a black and white background. I like that Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
maybe_next_year Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 hope we all take note of what happened for Robert Enke after his tragic death. was handled really well imo, with dignity respect and a chance for fans to mourn and celebrate the life of another whos life was cut short. http://youtu.be/S7y4u5MoRK4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Interpolic Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 I don't think you should go overboard in these situations personally, perhaps the 2 minutes silence that's reserved for certain situations and a gesture from the fans and club. Maybe a collection for him which can be donated to a charity of his family's choice or one that he was known to hold in high regard. The important thing isn't grandiose gestures but expressing what the fans felt for him and that's been made abundantly clear today and will be even more so next Saturday. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
madras Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 I don't think you should go overboard in these situations personally, perhaps the 2 minutes silence that's reserved for certain situations and a gesture from the fans and club. Maybe a collection for him which can be donated to a charity of his family's choice or one that he was known to hold in high regard. The important thing isn't grandiose gestures but expressing what the fans felt for him and that's been made abundantly clear today and will be even more so next Saturday. spot on. the problem with the grandiose gestures is they generally turn out tacky and feed a sense of self gratification. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Magpie Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Henry Winter Last Updated: 11:38PM GMT 27/11/2011 A light has gone out in football and the sport suddenly seems a far darker place. A fine footballer, good manager and wonderful man, Gary Speed has gone, leaving behind a grieving family, a sport in mourning and countless friends shivering with a feeling of utter desolation. Speed gave so much to the game and he had so much more to give. It’s such a waste, such a tragedy. When news broke of his death on Sunday, a wave of despair swept through the sport he served so well. Speed was so well-liked. He played the game the right way: with commitment, with honesty and with a sense of adventure. Those seeking Speed’s legacy need only look around. It’s there in the photographs on the walls of Elland Road, pictures that capture for eternity the image of him and his Leeds United celebrating the 1992 title. For Leeds United fans, and all who love attractive football, memories will never fade of that well-balanced midfield quartet of Gordon Strachan, Gary McAllister, David Batty and Speed. Only 22 at the time, Speed played with a maturity beyond his callow years. His intelligence shone through. His legacy can be seen in the sight of Aaron Ramsey and a vibrant young Wales side winning four of their last five games, a tribute to the organisation and spirit instilled in them by their manager. Far more personally, Speed’s legacy remains in the sporting potential of two young sons, whose depth of loss cannot even begin to be imagined. Speed achieved so much in his 42 years. One of the many tragic strands to this numbing story is that he had so much more to offer. After the Football Association of Wales released that sorrowful statement, I received a call from one of his horse racing associates. I mentioned that Speed “loved racing”, to which his friend replied: “Gary loved everything." And he did. He loved his family, his profession and his many, many friends. He spent part of Saturday morning organising events for this week, a round of golf with a friend here, a meal with an old team-mate there. Professionally, life was good. Under his guidance, Wales were on the rise, even peaking at 45 in the Fifa world rankings after a low point of 117. Speed was enjoying deserved plaudits. As a man, Speed had many qualities. Even after long reflection, it is hard to think of many more popular individuals in his chosen industry. He was just a nice guy in a sport that can turn people cynical. Incredibly generous with his time, Speed would engage any fan wanting an autograph or photograph. He would always look people in the eye, always treat them well. There was none of that superstar dashing to the supercar arrogance. A mixture of politeness and banter spilt from his lips. Any time in his company was uplifting. Whenever football is being decried by assorted critics, defenders of the faith could always point to Speed, a footballer who never left the fray without his shirt soaked in sweat, who trained as he played, who deservedly was appointed MBE for services to football in 2010. Using that dexterous left foot, Speed manipulated the ball, whether still or moving, over short range and long. He earned respect for his industry, his willingness to play a range of roles and for his remarkable consistency. His dedication to his craft was seen in his holding the record for most Premier League appearances until overtaken by David James. He never let a club down. Speed was first into training, first to help with community projects and first to the ball. He took responsibility, a trait ensuring frequent association with the captain’s armband. From Leeds to Everton, Newcastle to Bolton and Sheffield United, his clubs all shook with pain and disbelief as the dreadful news emerged. The great esteem in which Speed was held was seen in the reaction of his former team-mates. John Hartson could not face broadcasting at the Liberty Stadium and returned home, the big man inconsolable. Tears slid down the face of Shay Given as he prepared to keep goal for Aston Villa against Swansea. Up at Anfield, one of his closest friends, Craig Bellamy, could not bear the idea of focusing on a mere sport at a time like this. “He taught me so much," tweeted Newcastle’s Shola Ameobi, “not just on the field but off the pitch as well." Nobody could believe “Speedo”, their friend, their mentor, was gone. He’d seemed indestructible. Just as his name was always on the team-sheet, week in, week out, season in, season out, so Speed seemed part of the football landscape for years to come. Photogenic, eloquent and full of thought, Speed could have gone into the television studio but management always appealed to him. During his days at Bolton, his passion for a future in management was inescapable when I encountered him at the training ground. He talked of the great managers he had worked under, legends of the game like Sir Bobby Robson, and how they had inspired him. During their time at Newcastle, Speed lived close to Robson and the midfielder often acted as chauffeur to the manager, and would spend the journey to the training ground listening to the oracle, absorbing knowledge. Interviewing Robson one day, I noticed a smiling Speed in the background, waiting patiently. I mentioned it to Speed a month or so later, apologising for delaying his passenger, pointing out in mitigation that once Robson was in full flow, particularly when reminiscing about Italia 90, nothing could stop him. Speed laughed, rolling his eyes at the image of the beloved Bobby chatting away. Speed was very much the team man, the ultimate in selflessness, even running the London Marathon for the Sir Bobby Robson Foundation. He also admitted being happy to bide his time, knowing how many tips on the managerial art would come his way on the drive home. Those craving an insight into the characteristics that made Speed a manager of increasing substance need look no further than Ramsey. Strong questions were asked of Speed when he appointed Ramsey as captain of Wales. Too inexperienced, said the critics. Too inhibited, they added. Too scarred psychologically after that Ryan Shawcross tackle. Speed confided later that he found the extensive criticism of his decision difficult. Yet he was vindicated. Ramsey has grown into the role, grasping the responsibility with increasing alacrity, assisted by Speed’s able man-management. Having noted how Ramsey froze alongside the warrior-like John Terry in the tunnel at the Millennium Stadium before last season’s Wales-England match, Speed worked on Ramsey, telling him that he was good enough for this level. Because the words came from Speed, such a likeable individual with so much experience, Ramsey listened, learned and grew. Speed leaves so much good behind — and so much anguish that a special person has gone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Theregulars Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Henry Winter Last Updated: 11:38PM GMT 27/11/2011 A light has gone out in football and the sport suddenly seems a far darker place. A fine footballer, good manager and wonderful man, Gary Speed has gone, leaving behind a grieving family, a sport in mourning and countless friends shivering with a feeling of utter desolation. Speed gave so much to the game and he had so much more to give. It’s such a waste, such a tragedy. When news broke of his death on Sunday, a wave of despair swept through the sport he served so well. Speed was so well-liked. He played the game the right way: with commitment, with honesty and with a sense of adventure. Those seeking Speed’s legacy need only look around. It’s there in the photographs on the walls of Elland Road, pictures that capture for eternity the image of him and his Leeds United celebrating the 1992 title. For Leeds United fans, and all who love attractive football, memories will never fade of that well-balanced midfield quartet of Gordon Strachan, Gary McAllister, David Batty and Speed. Only 22 at the time, Speed played with a maturity beyond his callow years. His intelligence shone through. His legacy can be seen in the sight of Aaron Ramsey and a vibrant young Wales side winning four of their last five games, a tribute to the organisation and spirit instilled in them by their manager. Far more personally, Speed’s legacy remains in the sporting potential of two young sons, whose depth of loss cannot even begin to be imagined. Speed achieved so much in his 42 years. One of the many tragic strands to this numbing story is that he had so much more to offer. After the Football Association of Wales released that sorrowful statement, I received a call from one of his horse racing associates. I mentioned that Speed “loved racing”, to which his friend replied: “Gary loved everything." And he did. He loved his family, his profession and his many, many friends. He spent part of Saturday morning organising events for this week, a round of golf with a friend here, a meal with an old team-mate there. Professionally, life was good. Under his guidance, Wales were on the rise, even peaking at 45 in the Fifa world rankings after a low point of 117. Speed was enjoying deserved plaudits. As a man, Speed had many qualities. Even after long reflection, it is hard to think of many more popular individuals in his chosen industry. He was just a nice guy in a sport that can turn people cynical. Incredibly generous with his time, Speed would engage any fan wanting an autograph or photograph. He would always look people in the eye, always treat them well. There was none of that superstar dashing to the supercar arrogance. A mixture of politeness and banter spilt from his lips. Any time in his company was uplifting. Whenever football is being decried by assorted critics, defenders of the faith could always point to Speed, a footballer who never left the fray without his shirt soaked in sweat, who trained as he played, who deservedly was appointed MBE for services to football in 2010. Using that dexterous left foot, Speed manipulated the ball, whether still or moving, over short range and long. He earned respect for his industry, his willingness to play a range of roles and for his remarkable consistency. His dedication to his craft was seen in his holding the record for most Premier League appearances until overtaken by David James. He never let a club down. Speed was first into training, first to help with community projects and first to the ball. He took responsibility, a trait ensuring frequent association with the captain’s armband. From Leeds to Everton, Newcastle to Bolton and Sheffield United, his clubs all shook with pain and disbelief as the dreadful news emerged. The great esteem in which Speed was held was seen in the reaction of his former team-mates. John Hartson could not face broadcasting at the Liberty Stadium and returned home, the big man inconsolable. Tears slid down the face of Shay Given as he prepared to keep goal for Aston Villa against Swansea. Up at Anfield, one of his closest friends, Craig Bellamy, could not bear the idea of focusing on a mere sport at a time like this. “He taught me so much," tweeted Newcastle’s Shola Ameobi, “not just on the field but off the pitch as well." Nobody could believe “Speedo”, their friend, their mentor, was gone. He’d seemed indestructible. Just as his name was always on the team-sheet, week in, week out, season in, season out, so Speed seemed part of the football landscape for years to come. Photogenic, eloquent and full of thought, Speed could have gone into the television studio but management always appealed to him. During his days at Bolton, his passion for a future in management was inescapable when I encountered him at the training ground. He talked of the great managers he had worked under, legends of the game like Sir Bobby Robson, and how they had inspired him. During their time at Newcastle, Speed lived close to Robson and the midfielder often acted as chauffeur to the manager, and would spend the journey to the training ground listening to the oracle, absorbing knowledge. Interviewing Robson one day, I noticed a smiling Speed in the background, waiting patiently. I mentioned it to Speed a month or so later, apologising for delaying his passenger, pointing out in mitigation that once Robson was in full flow, particularly when reminiscing about Italia 90, nothing could stop him. Speed laughed, rolling his eyes at the image of the beloved Bobby chatting away. Speed was very much the team man, the ultimate in selflessness, even running the London Marathon for the Sir Bobby Robson Foundation. He also admitted being happy to bide his time, knowing how many tips on the managerial art would come his way on the drive home. Those craving an insight into the characteristics that made Speed a manager of increasing substance need look no further than Ramsey. Strong questions were asked of Speed when he appointed Ramsey as captain of Wales. Too inexperienced, said the critics. Too inhibited, they added. Too scarred psychologically after that Ryan Shawcross tackle. Speed confided later that he found the extensive criticism of his decision difficult. Yet he was vindicated. Ramsey has grown into the role, grasping the responsibility with increasing alacrity, assisted by Speed’s able man-management. Having noted how Ramsey froze alongside the warrior-like John Terry in the tunnel at the Millennium Stadium before last season’s Wales-England match, Speed worked on Ramsey, telling him that he was good enough for this level. Because the words came from Speed, such a likeable individual with so much experience, Ramsey listened, learned and grew. Speed leaves so much good behind — and so much anguish that a special person has gone. Perfect. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest magpie99 Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 I woke up this morning here in Oz to the tragic news of Gary's death. Australia is not noted as a football (soccer) nation by the press or media but television sports news is plastered with this tragic news. I would like to relay to your all a personal experience I had with Gary. I had not been to SJP for 20 years when in Easter 2003, my best mate arranged for my wife and I to visit the ground for a tour and have easter sunday lunch in the restaurant. It was the day before the Easter Monday game against Aston Villa when we drew 1-1 with Nobby scoring a terrific free kick. My mate got us tickets for thew game too. Whilst having coffee after lunch, Gary Speed walked up to med and asked if he could join us. My mate had apparently arranged this with the club unbeknown to me. I was astounded when he came up to me and he sat down with a cup of tea and spent a good half hour chatting. He showed a genuine interest in what I was doing in Australia and had told us that he had visited the country but had never been to Melbourne. Of course, I immediately issued an invitation but unfortunately, it was never really going to happen. I found Gary to bed a thorough gentleman, decent, informative and knmowledgeable aboutg the coaching side of the game. As a coach myself, we discussed various tactics and he offered me great advice on how to deal with playwers, especially younger players. He was extremely courteous to my wife and when he left, he said how pleased he was to talk us. I am personally shocked at the news today and I can only think aboutg how his family must be suffering. God bless you Gary, you were one of the greats, not just as a player b ut as a man and a person. RIP Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
OzzieMandias Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Great piece by Winter, that. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Interpolic Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 memories will never fade of that well-balanced midfield quartet of Gordon Strachan, Gary McAllister, David Batty and Speed. That Leeds side was very slightly before my time but that's clearly a mouthwatering midfield. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
eliassenfredrik Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Henry Winter Last Updated: 11:38PM GMT 27/11/2011 A light has gone out in football and the sport suddenly seems a far darker place. A fine footballer, good manager and wonderful man, Gary Speed has gone, leaving behind a grieving family, a sport in mourning and countless friends shivering with a feeling of utter desolation. Speed gave so much to the game and he had so much more to give. It’s such a waste, such a tragedy. When news broke of his death on Sunday, a wave of despair swept through the sport he served so well. Speed was so well-liked. He played the game the right way: with commitment, with honesty and with a sense of adventure. Those seeking Speed’s legacy need only look around. It’s there in the photographs on the walls of Elland Road, pictures that capture for eternity the image of him and his Leeds United celebrating the 1992 title. For Leeds United fans, and all who love attractive football, memories will never fade of that well-balanced midfield quartet of Gordon Strachan, Gary McAllister, David Batty and Speed. Only 22 at the time, Speed played with a maturity beyond his callow years. His intelligence shone through. His legacy can be seen in the sight of Aaron Ramsey and a vibrant young Wales side winning four of their last five games, a tribute to the organisation and spirit instilled in them by their manager. Far more personally, Speed’s legacy remains in the sporting potential of two young sons, whose depth of loss cannot even begin to be imagined. Speed achieved so much in his 42 years. One of the many tragic strands to this numbing story is that he had so much more to offer. After the Football Association of Wales released that sorrowful statement, I received a call from one of his horse racing associates. I mentioned that Speed “loved racing”, to which his friend replied: “Gary loved everything." And he did. He loved his family, his profession and his many, many friends. He spent part of Saturday morning organising events for this week, a round of golf with a friend here, a meal with an old team-mate there. Professionally, life was good. Under his guidance, Wales were on the rise, even peaking at 45 in the Fifa world rankings after a low point of 117. Speed was enjoying deserved plaudits. As a man, Speed had many qualities. Even after long reflection, it is hard to think of many more popular individuals in his chosen industry. He was just a nice guy in a sport that can turn people cynical. Incredibly generous with his time, Speed would engage any fan wanting an autograph or photograph. He would always look people in the eye, always treat them well. There was none of that superstar dashing to the supercar arrogance. A mixture of politeness and banter spilt from his lips. Any time in his company was uplifting. Whenever football is being decried by assorted critics, defenders of the faith could always point to Speed, a footballer who never left the fray without his shirt soaked in sweat, who trained as he played, who deservedly was appointed MBE for services to football in 2010. Using that dexterous left foot, Speed manipulated the ball, whether still or moving, over short range and long. He earned respect for his industry, his willingness to play a range of roles and for his remarkable consistency. His dedication to his craft was seen in his holding the record for most Premier League appearances until overtaken by David James. He never let a club down. Speed was first into training, first to help with community projects and first to the ball. He took responsibility, a trait ensuring frequent association with the captain’s armband. From Leeds to Everton, Newcastle to Bolton and Sheffield United, his clubs all shook with pain and disbelief as the dreadful news emerged. The great esteem in which Speed was held was seen in the reaction of his former team-mates. John Hartson could not face broadcasting at the Liberty Stadium and returned home, the big man inconsolable. Tears slid down the face of Shay Given as he prepared to keep goal for Aston Villa against Swansea. Up at Anfield, one of his closest friends, Craig Bellamy, could not bear the idea of focusing on a mere sport at a time like this. “He taught me so much," tweeted Newcastle’s Shola Ameobi, “not just on the field but off the pitch as well." Nobody could believe “Speedo”, their friend, their mentor, was gone. He’d seemed indestructible. Just as his name was always on the team-sheet, week in, week out, season in, season out, so Speed seemed part of the football landscape for years to come. Photogenic, eloquent and full of thought, Speed could have gone into the television studio but management always appealed to him. During his days at Bolton, his passion for a future in management was inescapable when I encountered him at the training ground. He talked of the great managers he had worked under, legends of the game like Sir Bobby Robson, and how they had inspired him. During their time at Newcastle, Speed lived close to Robson and the midfielder often acted as chauffeur to the manager, and would spend the journey to the training ground listening to the oracle, absorbing knowledge. Interviewing Robson one day, I noticed a smiling Speed in the background, waiting patiently. I mentioned it to Speed a month or so later, apologising for delaying his passenger, pointing out in mitigation that once Robson was in full flow, particularly when reminiscing about Italia 90, nothing could stop him. Speed laughed, rolling his eyes at the image of the beloved Bobby chatting away. Speed was very much the team man, the ultimate in selflessness, even running the London Marathon for the Sir Bobby Robson Foundation. He also admitted being happy to bide his time, knowing how many tips on the managerial art would come his way on the drive home. Those craving an insight into the characteristics that made Speed a manager of increasing substance need look no further than Ramsey. Strong questions were asked of Speed when he appointed Ramsey as captain of Wales. Too inexperienced, said the critics. Too inhibited, they added. Too scarred psychologically after that Ryan Shawcross tackle. Speed confided later that he found the extensive criticism of his decision difficult. Yet he was vindicated. Ramsey has grown into the role, grasping the responsibility with increasing alacrity, assisted by Speed’s able man-management. Having noted how Ramsey froze alongside the warrior-like John Terry in the tunnel at the Millennium Stadium before last season’s Wales-England match, Speed worked on Ramsey, telling him that he was good enough for this level. Because the words came from Speed, such a likeable individual with so much experience, Ramsey listened, learned and grew. Speed leaves so much good behind — and so much anguish that a special person has gone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Interpolic Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 I hadn't actually realised that Bellamy had returned to the international fold recently, being convinced to do so by Speed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
wormy Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Getting a lump in my throat every time that round of applause starts at the minute's silence at Swansea. That moment that players' heads start rising up when they notice what's happening. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
madras Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Getting a lump in my throat every time that round of applause starts at the minute's silence at Swansea. That moment that players' heads start rising up when they notice what's happening. a minutes silence turned into a minutes applause. hope we dont have that mix up on saturday. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TRC Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 I woke up this morning here in Oz to the tragic news of Gary's death. Australia is not noted as a football (soccer) nation by the press or media but television sports news is plastered with this tragic news. I would like to relay to your all a personal experience I had with Gary. I had not been to SJP for 20 years when in Easter 2003, my best mate arranged for my wife and I to visit the ground for a tour and have easter sunday lunch in the restaurant. It was the day before the Easter Monday game against Aston Villa when we drew 1-1 with Nobby scoring a terrific free kick. My mate got us tickets for thew game too. Whilst having coffee after lunch, Gary Speed walked up to med and asked if he could join us. My mate had apparently arranged this with the club unbeknown to me. I was astounded when he came up to me and he sat down with a cup of tea and spent a good half hour chatting. He showed a genuine interest in what I was doing in Australia and had told us that he had visited the country but had never been to Melbourne. Of course, I immediately issued an invitation but unfortunately, it was never really going to happen. I found Gary to bed a thorough gentleman, decent, informative and knmowledgeable aboutg the coaching side of the game. As a coach myself, we discussed various tactics and he offered me great advice on how to deal with playwers, especially younger players. He was extremely courteous to my wife and when he left, he said how pleased he was to talk us. I am personally shocked at the news today and I can only think aboutg how his family must be suffering. God bless you Gary, you were one of the greats, not just as a player b ut as a man and a person. RIP Nice story, still shocked. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
maybe_next_year Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 Getting a lump in my throat every time that round of applause starts at the minute's silence at Swansea. That moment that players' heads start rising up when they notice what's happening. a minutes silence turned into a minutes applause. hope we dont have that mix up on saturday. indeed, an event as upsetting as this deserves to be treated solemnly, a minutes silence is certainly more appropriate than what happened today at Swansea, although it was nice and moving to see. i wouldn't want it repeated. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Anderson Posted November 28, 2011 Share Posted November 28, 2011 The minutes silence respected properly followed by a massive applause on the referee's whistle is the best way to do it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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