Avenell Road 07 January @ 05:01 AM EDT
On a day after the night before, when someone else should have been firing on all cylinders
typing away a match report, having a gloat about being second in the Premier League, sadly you have
got me again. The snow beat the fixture at the last moment and I guess we will just have to wait;
maybe Saturday will be our day instead?
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Footsmoke 24 June @ 08:19 PM EDT
Castrol GTX May Not Let Your Engine Break Down, But They Know How to Break Down A Game
In case you weren't aware, the ever-prescient governing body of soccer has partnered with
Castrol GTX to develop the "definitive system" to rate player performance. Not only does it rate
performance, but it rates performance objectively!
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Footsmoke 11 May @ 02:22 PM EDT
KING GUS, DROGBA, TERRY, LAMPARD, CECH, ESSIEN gather in locker room after loss to
Barcelona.
DROGBA
Disgraced! Disgraced! Whofore will set it right?
Fouled more than Ceasar, bloodied more than Prometheus!
Pilloried by the dark lord Ovrebo.
I bear lashes of a whipped horse's hide.
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Footsmoke 11 May @ 02:22 PM EDT
KING GUUS, DROGBA, TERRY, LAMPARD, CECH, ESSIEN gather in locker room after loss to
Barcelona.
DROGBA
Disgraced! Disgraced! Whofore will set it right?
Fouled more than Ceasar, bloodied more than Prometheus!
Pilloried by the dark lord Ovrebo.
I bear lashes of a whipped horse's hide.
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Footsmoke 05 February @ 06:41 PM EDT
Stretching the Symbolic Meaning of "Game" to Shameless, Meaningless Depths
I wish I could come up with more meaningful relationships between soccer and politics, or art,
or education, or Urban Architecture. But the most revealing connections I come up with usually have
something to do with "knocking the boots.
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Footsmoke 14 January @ 09:22 PM EDT
When I was twelve I used to play basketball in indoor soccer shoes. Everyone on my team, decked
out in the newest C-Webs and Air Penny's, laughed at me. They said I would turn my ankle, and that
I looked stupid.
Out of stubborn pride, I maintained that basketball shoes were too heavy, and that I was quicker
and more explosive wearing soccer shoes, which always felt more natural.
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