From an excellent piece on Paul Scholes by Barney Ronay:

Part of the joy of Scholes was the way he just so clearly loved kicking the ball, which seems an odd thing to say until you remember how much he loved it: backspin, fade, drift, those vicious little pinged crossfield nudges and volleys and spanks, the way the ball just seemed to come alive with some other kind of intelligence at his feet. Leave him alone on a Pacific island with only a ball for company and within the year he’d have it following him around, hunting for squirrels, building an irrigation system, lovingly trimming his beard.

Alan Jacobs @ayjay