Recent games have dealt with the notion of ‘Arry as a tactical buffoon in no uncertain manner. In days gone by the signing of VDV, the plan to loan Bale to Nottingham Forest and the instruction to Pav to "go out there and f***ing run about" did little for our glorious leader's reputation as tactical genius, and was grist to the mill of a whole army or interweb critics (mea culpa) who lambasted him for doing little more than closing his eyes, pinning a tail on a donkey and accepting the plaudits as his blind gamble paid off.

Yeah, we're kinda psychic I guess.

I need a favor, broseph..

We did this. Or so I'm convinced.

True or not, it's rather vindicating to see the latest rumors put Capello in yet another bind with regards to his captain issues, or lack thereof. It seems he's run out of second-string leaders to masquerade as top dog, so he's decided to finally give it back to England's Brave ahead of next weekend's vital fixture with Wales.

Well if this doesn't get your juices flowing I suggest you go and boil your head. Tottenham Hotspur vs AC Milan. It's the sort of fixture that makes me want to don nothing more than a loin-cloth and go wrestle a bear, then save a small child - and svelte, scantily-clad brunette – from a burning building, before reducing Colonel Gadaffi to tears with a devastating best-of-five demolition in Scissors-Paper-Stone.

Cuando un hecho de esta naturaleza ocurre, indigna. Tal vez uds no saben, ni tampoco tendrían porque, el esfuerzo que hace cada persona que mantiene un blog.
Cuando nos vamos de vacaciones lo mantenemos actualizado, si llegamos tarde a nuestros hogares después de trabajar, prendemos la maquina para ver las ultimas novedades, nos desvivimos por informar cada pequeña o gran cosa que ocurre dentro de la disciplina o pasión que motivó la apertura del sitio.

I've written a lot on this blog about the woeful state of most newspaper soccer coverage, particularly in North America, but I've generally treated it as a fact of life like the rising of the sun and the running of the deer. This practice is, ironically, a glaring example of bad football journalism. Mea culpa.

I've written a lot on this blog about the woeful state of most newspaper soccer coverage, particularly in North America, but I've generally treated it as a fact of life like the rising of the sun and the running of the deer. This practice is, ironically, a glaring example of bad football journalism. Mea culpa.