What’s that? Sorry I must have nodded off some time ago.
I now awake to find that the international break has passed off so far pretty much exactly as anybody with half a brain could have predicted. You can’t leave football alone without the Arsenal. Boring things happen.
A turgid defeat for already-qualified England in Ukraine shown only on the internet and in cinemas.
England getting duffed by Ukraine in a cinema. Truly the most soulless, shamelessly capitalist way of consuming football since ‘Goal 2′. Has the beautiful game really come to this?
Watching a slow-motion replay of Maradona launching himself skywards into the torrential Buenos Aires rain (and then turning himself into an amusing kind of blubbery man-sledge) I had to wonder how long it will be before the soul of the game in this country dries up completely.
Most predictable of all was the behaviour of Cheeky Burgerstain, now employed full-time by Barcelona to make bald statements of interest in Cesc Fabregas every single time Spain have a game, has shown himself to be a real professional.
He’s shown his job means much more to him than his credibility, trotting out the same old crap just 3 days after Cesc’s rapturous badge-snogathon, and any lingering sense of decency by continuing to publicly harass our captain while the young star is dealing with personal issues.
This guy is meant to be director of football at a club admired around the world, but he has turned himself into the executive equivalent of a fluffer.
It’s all very depressing.
The only bright spot is that my favourite international team, the Malawi Flames, look set to reach the African Cup of Nations for the first time in bloody ages. They need to make sure they match Guinea’s result in the Ivory Coast when they travel to Burkina Faso.
Do you see what happens to me when there’s no Arsenal?
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