Tracing footballs tribal roots: is a good article, which might be of interest to aficionados of the beautiful game. Should there be a daily world cup huddle where stuff like this can get posted?
The comedy club of Newcastle Utd F.C: Continues to have us all rolling in the aisles. When he was at Wimbledon, Joe Kinnear, Newcastles caretaker manager used to come across as quite avuncular and jovial, as soon as he turned up at Newcastle though, he looked old, sad, lost and bewildered. Time (a full week) in the job seems to have taken its toll, if this transcript of a press conference is anything to go by. You need to read right until the end for the full belly laugh.
Feck off to Vile Park: is a favourite response to opinions that may be unkind to my chosen team on the various message boards that I frequent. It's the same on every other board, apparently. This is a great article which one or two on here might relate to.
Belated birthday wishes: to football! Sheffield FC, the oldest club in the world celebrated its 150th birthday yesterday. Meanwhile, the muscular Christians responsible for starting many of our clubs also deserve a bit of recognition. Who would have thunk it, from a sport which was popularised as result of attempts to keep scraggy arsed working class males from marmalising one another in pubs ............................to David Beckham.
More fantasy soccer: I appreciate that we already have a perfectly good league and don't need another. However. The Sunday Times reckons its new game is more cerebral than the others, requiring more thought and analysis. The scoring system is more complex and transfers have to be negotiated with other managers. It could be good, it could be crap, who knows. Anyway, I have taken the liberty of setting up a spofi league with room for 15 teams. Feel free to join. The league name is Spofi and the password is Lebowski
In Praise of 'Soccer': Steven Wells: "... soccer-playing America is massively liberal, loving, caring, socially conscious and nice. While soccer-hating America consists of increasingly isolated gangs of Bush-supporting, bible-bashing, gun-crazed, dungaree wearing, banjo-playing, quasi-fascist chicken-lovers and their twelve fingered, pin-headed, cyclopic, drooling monster children."
Free Stories!: Better late than never, The Barcelona Review is a fairly high faluting literary website which I visit occasionally. I hadn't realised how long it has been since my last visit, or I would found these three
football soccer related stories 6 months ago!
"...........the sheikh was looking for a gift for his brother".........: just a little trinket; a trinket going by the name of Liverpool FC. The EPL is for sale, and no name is too grand to be bartered like cheap sombrero in a Tijuana market.
Who needs drugs?: Follow this regime and any four year old will soon be running 65k: His formula is precise and detailed. Wake the child at 5am, he begins. Send him to school at 6am. At 8am, on alternate days, make him go on a long distance run - some days 5km, some days 20. Provide breakfast of milk and cereal at 9am. Give him 30 minutes' of oil massage on his legs daily. Lunch: two bananas, two eggs, dates and other dried fruits, 250g of liver (boiled or fried), green vegetables, curd cheese, fruit, fruit juice. After lunch, swimming for one hour. Snack of rice and dal, chicken or mutton curry. Let him sleep until 6pm. Administer Prontex glucose powder with milk. Serve pineapple juice, two glasses. Make child study for two hours. At 8pm, supper of chapatis, rice, dal, mutton or chicken, curd cheese, green vegetables. Send him to bed between 9 and 10pm. Goat leg soup comes particularly highly recommended.
Soccer as nihilism: it might be cobblers, but it is a very entertaining read.
Mithered Mido:: gets subbed, calls coach a donkey, gets called a donkey in return, becomes even more upset and then gets thrown out of the Egypt squad and banned for 6 months. No faffing about, no enquiries, no mealy mouthed platitudes, just "on your bike, son". I wish Svens balls were as large as those possessed by the Egypt coach.
Cheeky Charlie: amusing clip of the Chelsea mascot playing the oldest trick in the book on Steven Gerrard. Nice to see Gerrard appear to take it like a man.
Sport: religion minus the praying? I have often described the Blues as my religion and St Andrews as my church, the only place that I feel at one with my fellows, the one place where I truly feel at home, where I belong. It was meant tongue in cheek, I didn't realise that to enter St Andrews was ...."to enter a world where different laws apply, to be relieved of all the weights that bear it down, to be free, kingly, unfettered and divine"
It's not cricket!: In the Liverpool v Birmingham game on Saturday, Brum were applying a bit of pressure, when Liverpool introduced a sub, Garcia. It appears that he hid his ring in his mouth before putting it back on, uncovered. The ref then ordered it to be covered, causing another break in play, thus further relieving the pressure being put on Liverpool at the time. And here are the pics to prove it. The sod then scored, within minutes. Crafty bugger should be banned! Liverpool should forfeit the game! Where's the justice!
No chance for Armstrong:: Richard Williams argues that the game is probably up for Lance Armstrong and that he is about to embark upon a tour too many. He may or may not have a point, but his query as to whether Armsrong will battle on behalf of his team if he struggles, or hot foot it to Texas is interesting; he reckons a true patron would always help a better placed team mate out and I agree. Viva Basso! No British riders! Would we notice if there had been any? I doubt it.
Too urban?: "........ everyone is agreed that US soccer is - to use Greg Dyke's phrase - hideously white". Just thought I'd mention it!
Round up the usual suspects!: The best fifty sports books according to Observer readers.
Play stick cricket:: and while you are at it donate to the Tsunami appeal.
Ring Bling: the superb Observer Sports monthly on the rise of bling in boxing: Ali came back from exile to fight Jerry Quarry in 1970. It seemed like the entire black elite of America was there and also a large number of underworld thugs. The gold was dripping off them. You couldn't miss it.'
The Guardian Football quiz....: it might raise a titter.
The Rules: all football clubs have rules, some are more secret than others. Brentfords manager has spilled the beans; if he gets into a scrap he gets fined £100, whereas a player who uses a sunbed gets fined a fiver.
Hero to Zero: Tyler Hamilton gets the boot.
Feuding speedskaters!: ".....what was happening between us wasn't about sport any more. It was about the fact that Anni had bigger breasts....."