1) Really, sorry but you don't have a closer relationship with him than someone not from Norway in my eyes. As if you want to go down that line, you have a lesser say here than a person from the UK when it comes to some of the players or the club given you're Norwegian and they are not.
2) And I'll take it "dynaties" is meant to mean dynasties, well those days are long gone thanks to the money involved from broadcasters, sponsors.
While I agree with you that it's fecked up, wanting us to lose so a manager gets the bullet, can't agree with you on the highlighted bit by me on the second quoted part. Like I said I don't agree with that losing shite, but this is not bloody North Korea/China/USSR or East Germany back in the stasi days, where you have to toe the party lines.
This is a forum thank feck where people are allowed say (within decency) to a degree what they feel and whether you agree with that or not, it's their right to voice their opinion.
1) "Really, sorry" is a bit patronizing, no? Are you telling me how to feel with regards to my own perspective? Let me elaborate: Norway is a TINY football nation. And yet, the Premier League is huge here, insofact it has a bigger standing than our own national league. Everyone my age grew up with Saturday and Sunday football, where we'd spend weekends with friends or our dads in front of the TV with the betting coupon, trying to get all 12 games on the coupon right. I got 11 once, total highlight of my year when I was 12. There was a time in the 90s when Norwegian footballers were hot commodity in the Premier League, followed by nearly 20 years of journeymen and benchwarmers or at best: ok squad players. In terms of football success, Ole ranks above anyone and it's not even close. Ole Gunnar Solskjær is a football hero in Norway to thousands of people, tens of thousands of Manchester United fans in Norway who feel an actual affection and affiliation to the club through literaly decades of following the club, just like people in England does.
The difference is that England has many, many legends of the sport. We have one that my generation remembers fondly, and he is the manager of Manchester United. For me football is about first and foremost passion. It's memories of goals, tackles and memorable situations. It's memories watching football with my dad, with my friends sharing a beer. It's memories of having to walk out in the streets in 1998 when Norway got a penalty against Brazil because I couldn't stand to watch, only to hear the entire neighbourhood start screaming when we scored, and won. I
care when we lose. It's such a gutsinking feeling when we go down 1-0, 2-0. But know what, I rather yell at my TV like a mental patient and tell
my players to go up and score,. That is what football is about to me. I care when we lose, and I absolutely care when we win. It is so god damn rewarding to see Rashford bang it in the net and see the players lose their sh*t. I love it.
It's not about feeling the need to harass and talk shit about people at any given time, it's not about finding people with a negative headspace I can create a wildfire with to see who can be the most pessimistic, or better yet: Who can say
GOTCHA, I WAS RIGHT the hardest. That is why I can't stand people like that. If you can't be supportive in the hard times, why bother being supportive in the good times? It might be a cliché, but it's one I fully stand by. And you are right, it's everyones right to voice their opinion. Which is what I did, and I never told anyone they could not.
Football is a escape from daily life. It is entertainment. A modern form of gladiator spectacle for the masses, and for 2 hours you leave work and worries behind and you sit in front of the TV and watch the game, text your friend and delight that Liverpool are under, or ignore him when they score and a snapchat pops up of him giving you the finger. I want to spend those 2 hours being hopeful, share joy and frustration, but I'll never stop backing the team even if they are playing poorly. This is my team and I'll be a fan until I drift off in my sleep at the tender age of 147.
With regards to Ole, he's one of a very few handful of people from Norway's "glory days" of football that are still active in a big league. As a last repesentative of the best years of my life, I want this person to do well, not because he scored a goal, not because he's 20Legend, but because this is a physical, actual representation of some of the best memories I have from this game. So you're going to have to excuse me if I don't join the sack the manager train because Paul Pogba gives Arsenal a penalty.
As a personal anecdote, I was a "ball boy" at the Kongsviner - Molde game in 1995 (I belive that was the year - I was 12). After the game I couldn't find my ball to have players sign it. I looked around the grounds and managed to find it some 30 minutes after the game had ended. I ran to the opposing teams wardrobe and waited outside. Ole was the first player to come out, and he happily stopped to sign my ball, and halted some of his teammates who also signed it, asked me what I thought of the game and wished me luck with my footballing career. I didn't have one, but I still have the ball.
2) You know very well I meant dynasties.