http://www.theguardian.com/football/blog/2014/jun/06/world-cup-2014-belgium-axel-witsel
'Like Diego Maradona will always be remembered for the hand of God, like Zinédine Zidane will always be reminded of his head-butt, Witsel will always carry this tackle with him. He has learned to let it go.
Time heals. Belgian fans have embraced him again, although some Anderlecht fans still can’t stand him. The beast is a beauty again. A gracious midfielder with an excellent technique. The player he always has been, apart from on that one miserable da. Until 2009 the career of the son of a father with roots in Martinique and a Belgian mother had flourished. Growing up as a player alongside his best friend Nacer Chadli on a square in Vottem, a suburb of Liège, educated at Visé and later, at the biggest club in town, Standard Liège.
In 2007 he made his way into the first team of the future Belgian champions, a few months after Marouane Fellaini, another symbol of the club. He’s one of the key players in the championship-winning squad of 2008, the first title for Standard in 25 years. “I’ve never felt such an explosion of emotions”, said Witsel at that time.
It was a party that he would never forget. The title win accelerated his career. He was handed his first call-up for the national team at just 19. Big clubs come to the Stade de Sclessin to watch the talented teenager. There are rumours about Real Madrid,
Woolwich, his dream team, but he resists. He wins another title at Standard, and after the Wasilewski incident, he waves goodbye with a cup and moves to Benfica, not the Premier League.'
We sure we still want him?