Most of St James' Park opted for berets and stripy tops yesterday this bloke opted for nothing at all. His mesmerising wobbly celebrations were captured by the Match of the Day cameras. Via 101GG
After 1965's FA Cup victory over Leeds United, Liverpool's next trip to the final saw them come
up short in a hard-fought game against Arsenal in 1971. As in 1965, the match had gone to extra
time a goalless draw, and once again three goals had then been scored—only this time, it was
Liverpool on the losing end of a 2-1 scoreline.
Secondly, there was a bloke in the bar we were in last night who looked exactly like the villain
from every film ever but most especially like the other bloke from the Karate Kid who kicked his
legs that time. He was tall and overly blond with his shirt open too much and he laughed
exaggeratedly.
So, yesterday completed what was an ideal weekend for us. To add to Chelsea's defeat and our win
over Liverpool, Newcastle dropped points at Sunderland while Alan Pardew demonstrated again that he
is one of the most ignorant, classless, blustering buffoons ever to manage a football team and has
a face that even a mother would love to punch repeatedly.
Forget about that bald bloke heading to the Bundesliga, the only managerial development of significant note this week belongs to Doncaster Rovers. After Dean Saunders skipped off to coach Wolves a couple of weeks back, it appears that the League One side are targeting a much younger manager for the hot-seat.
I watched a lot of football over the weekend: Manchester United versus Fulham, in which some
Dutch bloke scuffed the ball over the line; Chelsea v Newcastle, a mid table clash between the
fifth and sixth best teams in England; Stoke v Arsenal, in which a party of brave adventurers
including at least one dwarf travelled to Mordor, failed to slay some Orcs and came home again;
and, finally, a mugging in Liverpool (I know that's not news, but this one was a
footballing mugging, with the away team stealing an undeserved point).
I watched a lot of football over the weekend: Manchester United versus Fulham, in which some
Dutch bloke scuffed the ball over the line; Chelsea v Newcastle, a mid table clash between the
fifth and sixth best teams in England; Stoke v Arsenal, in which a party of brave adventurers
including at least one dwarf travelled to Mordor, failed to slay some Orcs and came home again;
and, finally, a mugging in Liverpool (I know that's not news, but this one was a
footballing mugging, with the away team stealing an undeserved point).
Morning all and welcome to a brand new week. I'm beginning to think that Archer, the new dog, is
part alarm clock. Every morning somewhere between 6 and 6.30am he gives a little 'yip' to say he's
awake and needs to go out. Handy, for sure, but earlier than I'd like.
We'll start this morning at the Euros and it was penalty shoot-out heartbreak for England again
last night as a double dose of Ashley cost England a place in the semi-finals.
Morning all and welcome to a brand new week. I'm beginning to think that Archer, the new dog, is
part alarm clock. Every morning somewhere between 6 and 6.30am he gives a little 'yip' to say he's
awake and needs to go out. Handy, for sure, but earlier than I'd like.
We'll start this morning at the Euros and it was penalty shoot-out heartbreak for England again
last night as a double dose of Ashley cost England a place in the semi-finals.
While Europe prepares for Euro 2012, across the Atlantic in South America, they are already
battling it out for a place in the 2014 World Cup in Brazil.
While Uruguay could only draw 1-1 at home to Venezuela on Saturday, Chile won 2-0 away at
Bolivia.
West Ham's comfortable 5-0 aggregate play-off victory over Cardiff City ought to have been cause
for celebration in East London last night. But not for 'Chris'. 'Chris' was busy trying to draft in
a second-choice best man at short notice. OTP can deduce that 'Chris' is due to tie the knot on May
19, the [.
1. At one point it appeared that this bloke had gone to get a topical t-shirt printed mid-match. 2.
Being played off the park at the Emirates must hurt Arsene Wenger far more than being kicked off
the park at the Britannia. 3. During commentary, Sky Sports' Martin Tyler said that Wenger was the
worst [.
Apart from supporters of the doomed bottom 3 is there a football fan who doesn't want Wigan to
escape relegation? Their PL survival is a mystery given the small ground, low attendances and
limited finances - they are the (Leyton) Orient of Manchester. And yet they survive without
resorting to hoof ball and dull physical football, maintaining an admirable allegiance to playing
attractive football.
Apart from supporters of the doomed bottom 3 is there a football fan who doesn't want Wigan to
escape relegation? Their PL survival is a mystery given the small ground, low attendances and
limited finances - they are the (Leyton) Orient of Manchester. And yet they survive without
resorting to hoof ball and dull physical football, maintaining an admirable allegiance to playing
attractive football.
There's not been a day gone by since his controversial sacking that OTP hasn't wondered what Mick
McCarthy is up to. A man who shirked sassy scarves and manipulative mind games, Mick was a noble
no-nonsense bloke for whom we have always held a candle. It's not a sexual thing, but admittedly we
would feel nice [.
Moyes ...... never liked the fella. Reminds me of the chap who hangs around Harry Potter, or is
it the little bloke who kept looking for his "precious" in Lord of the Rings? Either way, never
liked the cut of his jib.
People say he does a wonderful job at Everton, citing the financial constraints, the shadow of
his Stanley Park neighbours etc etc but Howard Kendall had the same constraints and he did OK,
but then he was a proper manager.
Moyes ...... never liked the fella. Reminds me of the chap who hangs around Harry Potter, or is
it the little bloke who kept looking for his "precious" in Lord of the Rings? Either way, never
liked the cut of his jib.
People say he does a wonderful job at Everton, citing the financial constraints, the shadow of
his Stanley Park neighbours etc etc but Howard Kendall had the same constraints and he did OK,
but then he was a proper manager.
It seems Arsene Wenger will indeed take the Arsenal to Nigeria this summer after it was
announced that the Gunners will face a team who go by the name of Dolphins.
They are the Nigeria champions and it is being reported that they have become the first team to
confirm a fixture with Arsenal when the English Premier League club visits the country on their
summer tour.
As a nod of thanks to the gentleman who fixed up a potentially lethal laptop/TV interface in the
office so we could watch the Arsenal game yesterday, we would like to show our love to technology
savvy men. Without them, our world would be a barren and confusing place, where dial up internet
access was considered the norm, tablets would be something we took for a hangover vs.
In which former Germany midfielder and current Toronto FC captain Torsten Frings simply asks
commuters passing through Toronto train station to play pass with him and ends up feeling very
small after six long hours of people avoiding eye contact with him.
Video and song by Jim Daly (@jamesrmdaly) of JD's Football
Songs, the very same bloke that bought the world 'The Phil Jones Gurns'
song y'know, the one about him looking like a Georgian gargoyle?
The Belgian second division might not be the place that you expect to hear from on a regular basis,
but their was a strange incident on Friday night during the game between Antwerp and Tubize, which
Tubize eventually won 3-2. Manchester United loanee John Cofie (isn't that the bloke from the Green
Mile?
I think it's fair to say that ever since Fernando Torres joined Chelsea the press have had him in
their sights. Just like AVB said at the time he was Chelsea manager, the press had turned Torres
into "an obsession!". It still seems to remain the case today.
The season for Torres has only finished a week ago after winning Euro 2012 with Spain,
scoring in the final and winning the golden boot but again it doesn't seem to be
good enough.
Morning to you and today starts with a little touch of *boilk*
Perhaps it was the unseasonably warm day here yesterday (don't panic, it's lashing rain again as
normal now), perhaps it was the football which would, in all fairness, drive anyone to drink, but
it seemed to me that just one more glass of delicious wine was in order.
Proops is the American bloke who used to be on 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?' many
many eons ago. Now he's in some appalling kids show called True Jackson.
Hamren is the Swedish national boss and, at 54, is two years older than
Proops.
I'm getting really early starts these days because of the new dog. I wake up and the need to go
back to sleep is outfought by the need to not clean up piss. It's a fairly basic human instinct, I
think. Luckily this dog is a quick learner and the house training is going well.
Germany coach Joachim Löw always strikes you as a clever bloke. He's also pretty stylish. So why
does he always get caught picking his nose and eating it? Despite having his primary school habit
busted by television cameras on numerous occasions, Jogi still insists on tucking into his
favourite green snack during matches.
This article titled "At this European Championship, England finally does not expect" was written
by Brian Viner, for The Guardian on Thursday 7th June 2012 20.00 UTC
Even before the government announced its ministerial boycott over the treatment of the Ukrainian
politician Yulia Tymoshenko, this European Championship had singularly failed to spark the
enthusiasm of English football fans – although England's players are taking part for the first
time in eight years, having failed to qualify in 2008.
If you thought that yesterday the dust might settle a bit in the wake of Robin van Persie's
statement you couldn't have been more wrong.
There were whispers of a forthcoming statement from Red and White (Alisher Usmanov and that
other bloke nobody really cares about) and when it emerged it was really quite extraordinary.
Goof mornigh from Monsoon hit Dyblun. Or, to put it another way – having got my hands sorted
Good morning from Monsoon hit Dublin. I have a dead leg picked up during football last night which
made getting up the stairs something of a challenge, but I have struggled manfully on to provide
you with your blog fodder.
Hello, how's the head? Pounding, eh? I know the feeling. A quick Saturday round-up for you. Not
that you don't deserve more. There just isn't more.
Anyway, we'll start with Bacary Sagna who in the spare time he has since that bloke tromped on
his leg and broke it, has obviously been soaking up the mood from the old Twitter box.
So the season has ended and we can take stock of where we are and the way we've performed. I've
decided to a player by player analysis of each player and assign them a mark, just like in school.
I just need to find a red pen with which to scribble on their report cards.
It's broken up into two parts (today and tomorrow), and we start at the back with goalkeepers
and defenders.
This fantastic photo is a couple of weeks old, but this is the first we've seen of it so we guess that might be the case for you, too. It comes from the match between Israeli sides Hapoel Haifa and Hapoel Beer Sheva. We don't want to call the entertainment on show into question, but [...]
Dirk Kuyt may be playing for Fenerbahçe in the Turkish League now, but did you
know that "Official Gladiator" has also written into his contract clause? Yes, the
Dutch attacker posed in full gladiator gear (which looked straight off the racks of Istanbul's
Halloween Costume Shops) for a feature in this month's edition of the club magazine.
There's this bloke closely associated with Portsmouth Football Club. You all know him – obese,
uncouth, dreadlocked, tattooed and clanging a huge bell as though his life depended on it. While
his commitment to the club is laudable, even honourable on a good day, he is incredibly,
unutterably insufferable.
- Irina continued her reign of hotness. What on earth is going on with this chick? We suspect
some sort of contract with the spiritual higher-ups in exchange for serious levels of sizzle.
Some bitch must have twisted Harry Redknapp's melon because he seems to be cracking right up.
Having pops at Chezza. Blaming his taxes on his poor dog Rosie, who has never done anything wrong
as far as I am aware. And now losing three games in a row has got to him.
I understand it must be hard for him to look in the mirror, what with nearly getting his dog banged
up and his ugly baggy face staring back, but he is losing it.
OTP can only assume that this bloke had suffered some sort of trauma in his personal life over the
last few days, because bawling your eyes out at being 1-0 down to Swansea with six minutes to play
seems a bit over the top.
