Keepy Ups

There are many reasons to love Joey Barton.

1. He's Northern
   
2. He has a strong record of run ins with Evertonians (a somewhat complicated situation being Blue himself)
3. He's got a tight little butt (see above)
4. He's finally growing up a bit
5. and the below
   

"It's alright, I'm not going to steal your breakfast you fat prick" - What one of the England players mentioned above (Barton) reportedly said to a certain tubby midfielder who, less forgiving than Steven Gerrard, moved tables at breakfast to avoid him

It's fucking ART!

from F365 via LJ

Posted by Chrissy at 4:57 PM 1 comments    

Labels: England, Frank Lampard, I played shit here's my book, Joey Barton, Scousers, Steven Gerrard

This article pissed me the hell off.

I have to say that I do not have a proper understanding on what Americans think of English people or what English people think of Americans. It seems to me that too many people think that the whole of the United States is some Times Square esque super magic wonderland with people who don't have any hearts and who condemn blacks, gays, terrorists, and the poor.

What I have to say though is that I wish someone would have a proper understanding of American Sport History before he goes off spouting that the Yankees are the only team we have with history and legacy. What? Did he ignore the fact that the richest man in baseball has been in charge of the Yankees for ages? (MLB and other American sports are a bit out of my forte so excuse me). Most NFL teams have a long standing tradition in their towns and with their supporters. The Eagles (who are basically Manchester City in their successes/failures/form) is a NFL team with history, fans, and dedication.

1. Yes, Gillette saying "Liverpool Reds" was inexcusable. Please learn the name of the club you've bought.
   
2. Two nations separated by a common language. I realise this every time I go back to Manchester and come here. Franchise in NFL and NHL does not mean the same thing that it means in normal people's English, it's different connotations. It's an unfortunate choice of words, but I don't think that Winter should harp on that.
   
3. Teams have left towns. He's got a bit of a point, but I think his over exaggeration and overstatement of this is disingenuous. This is something that has never been taken lightly anytime it's happened.
   

I just can not believe such an uninformed piece of trash (and his article) is informing people of what's to come from the Liverpool take over.

If Gillette et. al, prove me wrong--I'll wage war over here for my kopite friends. An enemy of an enemy is a friend of mine--except for 2 weekends a year. :P

Posted by Chrissy at 12:13 PM 7 comments    

Labels: American Sports, Anti-intellectual-anti-Americans, England, English Premiership, Henry Winter, Liverpool FC, The Telegraph

Gamst is out!

Another case of "when the hell are the FAs of different countries going to start compensating clubs for their loses". I love my beloved England national team and I do not want to see things discourage the best national players getting call ups. BUT! I would be pissed if my club's star player was hurt for two important prem matches and an all important UEFA cup knockout, for an international friendly. It's probably why Fat Frank was the only Chelsea player "healthy" enough to play (;)).

This is particularly disappointing though, because as That's on Point said the other day, It's Morten Gamst Pederson's world, we are all just living in it. I really enjoy watching him play (and yes even against City this season).

Posted by Chrissy at 4:39 PM 8 comments    

Labels: Blackburn Rovers, CSKA Chelski, Friendlies, Gamst, Internationals, Norway, Uefa Cup

I have a couple of questions after yesterday's horrendous performance by Engerland.

1. Why the HELL did he start Gerrard and Fat Frank? sub question: Why the hell didn't Barton play besides either Fat Frank or Gerro?
   
2. Crouch?? While I understand that there were a shit load of hurt strikers, couldn't he have paired Crouch with *ahem* DeFoe from earlier in the match
   
3. Ben Foster, Paul Robinson, what? Robinson has had a shit year and Foster is currently on loan to the championship bound Watford. I'm going to echo the rest of the world by saying that David James is having the form of his life, and while he's old and the Calamity James moniker is not undeserved, he should have been first keeper. Hell, I'd say Nicky Weaver is doing well enough to be 2nd or 3rd, but he's hurt right now

I'm really disappointed-but not surprised. I'm wondering why it was such a big deal to have an English Manager anyway. When was the last English Manager to win a top flight league?

Answers on a postcard please

Posted by Chrissy at 7:55 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, Friendlies, Internationals, McClaren

Footie Bird was watching her Beloved England down the Beloved Pub yesterday while the Footie Geeza(mentioned here) was watching Ireland.

I can get into the pathetic performance of England later. Let's talk about San Marino:

San Marino has only ever won one international game, a 1-0 win over Liechtenstein in a friendly in 2004. Andy Selva got the winner.

Despite the lack of success at international level, San Marino holds the record for the fastest ever goal in World Cup history. In a World Cup qualifier against England in 1993, Davide Gualtieri scored after just 8 seconds, though the team went on to lose 7-1.

Arguably the best performance by San Marino came in another World Cup qualifier on 10 March 1993, when they held Turkey to a 0-0 draw in Serravalle. The worst defeat inflicted on the team was a 13-0 defeat to Germany in the qualifying to Euro 2008, on 6 September 2006.[1]

If it weren't for Steven Ireland who scored in the 94th minute, this team would have drawn Ireland 1-1. San Marino's goal was the first in competition since 1998.

Oh does this have all of Ireland in a tizzy! Mostly because Steve Staunton is as useless--no more useless than anything save Steve McClaren. Leftback, a football blog, shares these lulz from Wikipedia.

Posted by Chrissy at 7:48 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Internationals, Ireland, San Marino, UEFA 08 Qualifiers

Posted by Chrissy at 6:38 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, Manchester City, meta

Some People are on the Pitch brings up a ladder system of ranking that it seems like Chris may have used in school or something. Anyway, it's basically if a lower ranked club beats a higher ranked club they switch. Yes, it *is* insane--and it's offered as a joke. (For the pros and cons of it..click the link above).

Look at what the Premiership would look like if they were using this style all season.

1 Liverpool
2 Charlton
3 Chelsea
4 Middlesbrough
5 Bolton
6 Arsenal
7 Watford
8 Reading
9 Everton
10 Man City
11 Man United
12 Aston Villa
13 Wigan
14 Sheff United
15 Fulham
16 Newcastle
17 Portsmouth
18 Blackburn
19 Tottenham

Now, that's about right isn't it? (Especially City over United)

It's a crap idea BUT it would bring more fans back to football than bringing back terraces!

Posted by Chrissy at 8:16 PM 1 comments    

Labels: English Premiership, goofiness

Posted by Chrissy at 12:31 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Americans, England, English Premiership, Liverpool FC, takeovers

Last night while I was becoming "amorous while intoxicated" with my beau, I apparently accused him of being a Manchester United supporter (He's LFC BTW), ranted some shit about Wembley Stadium not being finished and did not allow our relations to continue.

This is because I rock.

Posted by Chrissy at 8:40 PM 1 comments    

Labels: personal, sex, who the fuck are man united

First off I need to disclose that the Eyetay part of my family is from Palermo---I also must disclose that the Palermo home kits are hot as shit.



On Friday afternoon, before going out to the pub, I was watching the Sicilian Derby on Fox Soccer Channel--complete with hilarious Canadian Commentary that accompanies non-English matches on Fox Soccer. I watched the whole thing unfold and had no idea what was going on because the commentators didn't know.

I'm ashamed to admit, when I thought it was just a lot of flares and smoke bombs as Christian Miles lead us to believe, I found the whole thing hilarious. Then I found out someone died.

I do not like the way, however, that the English officials are talking about how Italian officials need to look to England to take the violence out of football. How did England take the violence out? By making everyone sit down at matches and charge them 45 quid for the privilege? FOAD. Seriously!

Posted by Chrissy at 8:29 PM 4 comments    

Labels: italy, Serie-a, violence