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I’m all for this and I apologise if the following comment sounds pretentious…feel free to send to pseuds corner.
My fondest memory of Faurlin was seeing him sitting outside a coffee shop in Chiswick after the last home game of 15/16 season. We’d won 1-0, Karl Henry (remember him?) with a rare goal, and not a bad one at that. I also remember the Bristol City players didn’t come out after the game which seemed rude. Anyway, it was a warm sunny day and Ale was relaxing with his family. He was still in his QPR suit minus the tie. He looked relaxed and happy. For a moment it was a perfect snap shot of professional football life. He was the total antithesis of the generic, brainless footballer (Rowan Vine…etc). I felt lucky to have a classy player like Ale represent QPR. I pointed him out to my friend, who seemed more excited than me. He told me to go talk to him and get a picture. I said no, told him we should leave him be, let him enjoy his time with his family. For me that wasn’t the time or place. If I was going to talk to him I’d want the time to really talk football, full on Jonathan Wilson/Mundial vibes.
I love Ale’s genuine passion for the game, for playing in midfield, the craft of playing, that fine line between instinct and technical ability. Playing with style and a relentless pursuit of perfection. The perfect touch, the perfect pass. Instinctively knowing where to be. The coffee shop is the perfect setting for this conversation, evoking images of 1920’s Vienna:
For me football is all about the romance and fleeting moments of joy. You have to savour and embellish both. There’s a lot wrong with modern football, but Ale’s one of the rare bright spots.
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