Immaculate is a term oft used this time of year. Though more than perhaps it is to be found in a modern day being after all. Not a financial ex guru, not titled noble. No it is to be found at the feet of a footballer at the working mans end of reality. But is he any less a hero to the fans of Lincoln city, for his goals are starting to lift more than the spirits at Sincil bank.
And that goal or two from Adrian Patulea against Bradford would reinvent fiction far more than any DaVinci Code. In all honesty what can you say about the man? Lived in a war zone? Carried his wife on his back? Scored three on his debut? Just pleased to have his chance? Scoring is my job? Makes our Christmas with the winner on Boxing Day? Sorry a bit carried away there!
That the fates conspired to bring us together suggests that he is truly the catalyst for the Imps promotion dreams. Perhaps he is inspired by fellow countryman, philosopher and essayist Emil Cioran (April 8, 1911 – June 20, 1995). These words some up his finishing.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
All instinctive young strikers should learn tat one and Adrian`s shooting skills certainly live by them. All these things point to some mythical fictional ‘goody` don`t they? And so far Adrian Patulea has made fiction a regular reality. He heard our calls, ‘wanted it` and joined us scoring on his League debut. He has already got 7 goals and is looking to score from the moment he gets on the pitch. A natural predator he loves his job and just wants to score goals to please the fans.
Well apologies Adrian. Firstly the goalposts in our prayers have moved a bit. We are now all hoping you can join the elusive 20-goal club and fire us to promotion. Oh and can you play for us forever? But then again should we ever doubt that you would be trying to do anything else?
Emil also appears to identify with football fans.
So long as man is protected by madness – he functions – and flourishes.
I thought the season ticket looked different this year.