Ryan Giggs - Welshman

The ride into Helena, downwind and downhill, was enlivened by the pealing of Church bells. Now there are a lot of churches over here. They are of every stripe and persuasion but I cannot recall ever hearing Church bells before. Usually, their sound disturbs a fitful sleep and they're heard often enough to be taken for granted. But when they're not, their surprising sound is heavenly indeed. Obviously they remind you of home. To make matters worse, it's now midnight in Moscow and the bookies are taking odds on whether Drogba or Ronaldo are going to make the difference in extra time. My guess is that, given these are Engish teams playing abroad, penalties are inevitable. But, having written about a man starting his Baseball career yesterday, I think a word or two about the remarkable Ryan Giggs are in order. He's just come on in the Champions League Final to wrest the record for Manchester United appearances from Sir Bobby Charlton. It occurs to me that Mr Giggs has led, so far as I can remember, an exceptional life. Those players who come through the Manchester United ranks seem to have this in common; Scholes, Neville, Giggs etc and it's those that have come from elsewhere who carry a little baggage; Rooney, Ronaldo, Tevez.
Bobby Charlton himself is hard to mock but we can always rely on his hair. But how do you mock Ryan Giggs. Actually, he's Welsh isn't he? That'll do. This blog, which was going to laud Mr Giggs to the heavens can now end, because he's Welsh. Take that.

P.S. It seems it may be Drogba making the difference. Not in the way he'd've hoped.
P.P.S. Ditto Ronaldo.