Me wonder if me can write something intelligently after Nigeria's 2-1 win over the U.S. in the Beijing Olympics Wednesday (or Thursday?) in China. Me brain is hurting. Me feel stoopider. Me feel like the puppy who lost his way. Ok, in short, want to win the war on terror? Lock suspected terrorists in a room and make them listen to Marcelo Balboa.

By 1970's Gooner I have eulogized about Andrei Arshavin before. I consider him as the most appropriate player to be bought by Arsenal this season. He is a typical Wenger player. He is very very quick, athletic and most of all possesses high technique and ball skills. More over he plays with his brain.

Spurs transfer target v annoying reality TV "star" Remember Anthony Hutton, the vain Geordie with a pea-sized brain? I hope not - there's absolutely no reason for you to. More shit (translation: amazing) lookalikes...

Nobody has ever claimed that footballers, in general, are smart. That old saying "his feet aren't connected to his brain" sums it up quite nicely. So when a footballer says something stupid, it shouldn't really come as a surprise. Unless, of course, it's incredibly stupid. Ladies & gentleman, enter Sergei Rebrov.

Thierry Henry is suffering at Barcelona and it breaks my heart to see the situation that he is in.
The man is a legend at Arsenal and I thought he would have ended his career with us. Obviously that didn't happen and although I, like every Gooner, was sad to see him leave, I wished him no malice and hoped he would be happy in Spain.

Deco: a big football brain It's not good being a host of the tournie. Germany in 1988, Sweden in 1992, England in 1996, Holland in 2000, Portugal in 2004 and now look at Switzerland... Guus Hiddink is not amused with the performance of his team. Goose does not have access to internet during

This is Jefferson Louis, a forward for Wrexham. Jefferson is the type of guy whose feet aren't connected to his brain. Or maybe they are and neither are quite good - he is in Conference North, after all. Well forgetting that whole live television thing, Jeffy slips and turns a regular sports broadcast into a [.

How much longer will stories about Cristiano Ronaldo and Real Madrid dominate the back pages of the tabloids? You have to give them credit for the ability to spin a yarn for several months, despite it becoming instantly repetitive and boring for anyone with half a brain. There must be ...

"I don't know how much of what's on my brain should come off my tongue." My man Kenny Stern, 4/15/07 Completely random thoughts: Do we think the Bears would have released Cedric Benson for his second alcohol arrest in five weeks if he'd been, say, a 1,200-yard rusher every season? Why don't soccer teams do things like this anymore?

Fernando Torres sinks Germany as Spain take UEFA 2008
Fernando Torres struck his second goal of the tournament to down Germany and take Spain to the 2008 UEFA Championship.
Spain have at last fulfilled their potential at a major tournament, and with the squad they have at present, it's about time too!

Big tip of the Hat to Donovan over at DCenters. He channeled his Swami skills and sucked this post out of my brain, and put it ever so eloquently on his blog. So, go check it out. And I'll start wearing my tin foil hat to keep all my ideas in from [...]

Nothing going on with the EdF, so let's take a look at the Beach Soccer World Cup, going on in Marseille this week. (Question: Even FIFA calls it "Beach Soccer." Why is that?")

France is enjoying the home field advantage and has guaranteed themselves a spot in the quarterfinals.

(I've been gone awhile. I may talk about it later. For now, we stick to the football.)

In week 4, this would have seemed a pretty solid result. Now, though - eeugh. That was some ugly sheet, mang.

Not ugly from a technique standpoint, really. The passing in MLS can surprise me sometimes now, and the quality of the balls Conde and Segares (from one end) and Conrad (from the other) were serving up made it look like these teams were actually, honestly playing long-ball, and not just hoofing the damned thing every chance they got.

By all accounts, the game against Cameroon didn't go well. I didn't see it firsthand (I love the Azzurri but there's no way I can get up at 5 AM and actually be brain-active enough to pay attention). But apparently, it sucked.

Let's face it, surely it's far better to be a mid-table Premier League outfit than oscillate between the top flight and the Championship, giving the impression that you can't cut it with the big boys on a regular basis? Anyone with half a brain would agree but perhaps that doesn't ...

Apols for light posting, issues galore at the minute, and I got about an hour's sleep last night. But I've done this for the Times, about Jimmy Bullard.  It's not quite what I wanted it to be, but given the way my brain's working (it isn't) it'll have to do. I'm not sure what's happening transfer wise.

Labour Day weekend took me away. Off to a wonderful cottage in the Kawarthas, where radio silence was the watchword. No net, no television. Mrs Still Kicking was able to stand on a dock and catch weak waves on her berry. That was the method we used to obtain the final score on Sunday morning. During the game we were too busy singing around the campfire to care about porous defence.

Please let it be noted that while I have love for Tommy Smythe, his voice is the worst thing ever for a hangover headache. Worse than the light of 1000 suns. I can't even have the match on in the background for fear that my throbbing brain may crack my skull.

A-League season IV, round 2 match analysis, PG 3 v NJ 3 MORE of the same please. After a fairly uninspiring entree last week, let's hope the main course continues to be as appetising as the fair dished up in Perth tonight. This offered everything we want from the A-League; thrilling entertainment, quality imports, quality set-pieces, passion, brain over brawn, flowing attack, an emphasis on

Well, first of all, you may have noticed that I can no longer post as Tom, so I came up with this very witty moniker, but I can assure you that it is actually me (which may or may not be a good thing).

Secondly, due to a communications/brain fault on my part, and a memory like a sieve, I'm afraid I completely forgot that I had to write today's blog, despite it SAYING ON YESTERDAY'S PAGE THAT I HAD TO WRITE IT.

From this morning's Times website. I told you my brain's off. I read the Hughes headline as "Hughes claims Robinho deal signed in tent".

Emmanual Adebayor is an idiot to say the least, no justification needed I don't think. The latest in his expanding annual of brain-meltingly banal comments came yesterday when for some reason he got a ‘feeling' his plane would crash, and subsequently refused to get on it with the rest of the Togo team bound for Zambia.

This is the low-fi edition of "Who are we playing this weekend?" I racked my brain about some kind of funny quip or photoshop project I could bring to this, but I've got nothing.

I was going to write about how Stoke City shouldn't be taken lightly and how they are capable of scoring goals, but that's really just "duh" statements for any team in the league.

The format of the UEFA Cup is something that makes sense to me only in the neighbor-of-my-brain way of certain advanced math concepts I "know what it is," but that doesn't mean I can "do" it. We said hello on the street a few times, but then it was like we both kind of mutually decided [.