Arjen Robben, supposedly, is 33 years old. For even the most ardent soccer fans out there, that probably reads like a misprint — the Dutch winger has been kicking around world football for the better part of two decades at this point, after all, and he’s looked suspiciously like Jason Statham’s grandfather for the vast majority of that time. I mean, just look at this grizzled mug. You’re telling me that isn’t the face of a man who enjoys a fine round of bingo at the local VFW on Tuesday nights?
But then he goes and does things like this, which happened during Bayern Munich’s Champions League matchup against Arsenal earlier today, to remind numbnuts like me that he is, in fact, still one of the very best footballers in the world, still in the tail-end of his prime.
Wowza. Now that, right there, is a screamer. A howler. A bloody good show. Pure and utter class. Toss in the fact that it sent Bayern on its way toward a 4-1 thrashing of my beloved Tottenham’s most hated rivals, and you’ve got yourself a wonder goal that won’t soon be forgotten.
All of this to say: Arjen Robben is the living embodiment of that age-old bar question, “Would you rather age only from the neck up or the neck down?” After seeing that display, I think I finally know my answer.