For many people the low point of this season was the 8-2 at Old Trafford. And I get that
completely. It was embarrassing but, you know, it was a freak. A one off. Something that's never
likely to happen again and entirely down to the fact that the manager took off the Coq. Without him
we had no penetration, no balls and as a team we went flaccid without him to keep us stiff in the
middle of the park.
Fare ye weel, Davie Weir.
The Scottish Football Blog has often been facetious about the Methuselah of Scottish football.
Unfair that. Davie Weir was playing at the highest level in Scotland in his 40s and I'm often too
lazy to play dominoes in my 30s.
Perhaps unsurprisingly Weir and Rangers will part company this week.
As part of Stumptown Footy's continuing offseason autobiographical series on how soccer explains
our lives, here's my very long story about my youth soccer playing days in Minnesota, stints in
Europe, and eventual connection with the Portland Timbers. It's the story of a lifelong search for
a soccer team to support, and all the stumbling blocks along the way.
Con esta entrada algunos la odiaran. John Cleese es un excelente comediante britanico que participo
con el legendario grupo de comedia inglesa Monty Python que es considerada una comedia
inteligente.
Hace tiempo que se realizo un documental llamado "The Art of Football from A to Z" en español
llamado ¨El arte del futbol de la A a la Z¨, en el cual tiene una aparición y suelta todas las
verdades sobre lo que piensan los aficionados al fútbol sobre como lo llaman los estadounidenses ,
el famoso soccer.
Brrr, seems like yesterday wasn't just a one off. Cold again this morning as we head into the
Interlull. My weather widget is not exactly a welcome sight, I have to say. Still, not much we can
do about it. Other than move house and Mrs Blogs is not keen on the equator. Oh well.
So now we face a two week gap with no real football, which is pretty frustrating.
Tomorrow marks the 42nd anniversary of the debut of
Monty Python's Flying Circus on the
BBC. To celebrate, we've slapped together a side of our favorite Python characters in an
old-fashioned 4-2-4.
GK -- Black Knight -- Like all great keepers, he allows nothing, not
even dismemberment, to stop him from triumphing.
By Chris Wright
Playboy Bunny Prue sprawls face-down in the mud during a charity football match between Hef's
girls and a team of 'apes' (i.e, the cast from the film 'Battle for the Planet of the Apes') in aid
of the World Wildlife Fund at Hurlingham Park in London...
"Get your stinking paws off me you damn, dirty ape!
Saturday's game proved once again that a determined Spaniard always gets their revenge.
Grant Wahl tweeted before kick-off that Spain was resting so many starters that it was like
going to see the Beatles with Ringo doing all the singing. Well, if Spain was a Ringo-only Beatles,
the US was more like a full strength Rebecca Black.
All the hullaballoo in England over Andy Gray and Richard Keys reminds me so much of this scene
from Monty Python's Holy Grail.
Everybody's rushing to condemn and being seen to condemn. It's almost as if they are burnishing
their own anti sexist credentials while at the same time frantically hoping nobody has evidence of
them muttering similar sentiments.