(Not sure if this image is the one I'm really looking for, but I think it might be.)
It was like watching Shaq dribble... terrifying and amazingly awkward at the same time. You WANT to root for the big guy (Per in this case), but you're traumatized by the sight and your eyes just want the lad to pass off to a you know, striker/forward/anybody else that close to goal so you don't have to cringe when it's pick-pocketed.
Amazingly, Per pulled a ballerina move and damn near scored just brushing by a few hairs on the outside of the post.
Take THAT Chamakh!!
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