1. MASCHERANO TO GERRARD TO KUYT TO GERRARD TO LUCAS TO GERRARD TO TORRES.
2. GERRARD CORNER FINDS KUYT SAAAVE ON THE HEADER BUT JOHNSON IS THERE AND OH WHAT A FINISH!
3. JOHNSON TO GERRARD TO MASCHERANO TO GERRARD TO MASCHERANO TO GERRARD TO KUYT (I am possibly missing a TO JOHNSON somewhere in there).
4. David Villa is still, improbably, playing for ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, Argentina, but this just isn't going to work for me anymore. Let me know when you get a fucking clue about a) football management, b) letting a raving maniac take over an entire generation of the country's footballing talent despite his obvious and glaring lack of managerial experience, dubious mental/physical health, and MASSIVE ( Read more... )

For the way we defended today, for the perfectly scripted jammy goal, for the silence in Stamford Bridge, for the toppling of records and the continual inscription of hope, thank you. Sean was running late and I took an ill-timed trip to the bathroom, so ironically, we both missed the scoring of the goal, but I heard the cheering from down the hall ( Read more... )

The first game I've been able to watch live in approximately a month, and it just had to be the dire one. No matter, the game on Sunday is much more important ( Read more... )

1. Keane finally scoring
2. Stevie's 100th goal and one like that
3. I was going to say a clean sheet but that's shot and I need to leave

HELLO WORLD.

I need to post about the Maroonies soon. As usual, my absence from the internet can be attributed to their season getting ready to take off.

It's just this boy, with his new sub-capitán status and his bright smile, and I'm fully convinced that everything he says and does is gold.


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THE ONLY THING I NEEDED TO SEE TODAY:


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Oh my fucking lord, football has finally turned me into a manic-depressive.

( Liverpool-Man U game shit, probably more cursing than strictly necessary. )

Oh my lord, Lawton does it again:

James Lawton: Managers have been stripped of their worth in a billionaires' lottery
The IndependentThursday, 4 September 2008 ( Read more... )

Sid lowe always makes me want to write:

Mario Martínez Rubio is Numancia through and through. In fact, if you sliced Mario Martínez Rubio open not only would he bleed to death, he'd do it in Numancia's colours. Partly because Numancia's colour is freshly-hacked haemoglobin but also because young Mario spent his childhood bangin' on the big bass ( Read more... )