Keepy Ups

Second half, Emile Heskey is in the box by himself with a great chance to set up something fantastic. Sends the ball via a cheeky back heal to--a russian defender. English kid two stools down from me "Aww bless. He does try though"

Second half again, some mystery black guy scores for England making it three - nil. Everyone including myself and the aforementioned English kid get up and cheer. Camera zooms in on mystery black guy's face.
English kid and me: "OH FUCK". Then we look at each other and give high fives.
The goal scorer? Rio fucking Ferdinand.
English kid: "Well at least we'll get another series of Rio's world cup wind ups"

Ireland lost and there was some WELL DODGY sending off. Noirn lost on an own goal. SCOTLAND BEAT THE CHEESE EATING SURRENDER MONKEYS Norway drew. My 2nd favorite Norwegian scored the equalising goal (well early in the 1st half mind) of his rocket of a left foot.

Posted by Chrissy at 6:39 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Emile Heskey, England, EURO, exercises in futility, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Norway, Scotland

from a post in my "real" blog

I’ve actually allowed myself to be trolled by a Sheffield Wednesday supporter, with the comment “Can we take a tour of the trophy room (Man City’s)? It won’t take long”, and counted down the list of top honors between the two clubs, since 1900. (Only top honors, because we all know that Manchester City have won the most Championship (nee Second Division) championships of any club–still beating Sunderland those mackem cnuts! )

Needless to say this was a pathetic exercise as well as an exercise in humility. I had no idea Sheff. Wed. won the league so many times. Mind you, they’ve not done it since 1930s but whatever.

WELL AT LEAST AN EASTLANDS’ STADIUM TOUR DOESN’T INVOLVE RENTING SCUBA GEAR

I forgot to add that Brian Laws is cooler than Sven-Göran Eriksson on so many levels.
(this is the first post (I think) in which I mentioned SVG with regards to the Mighty City)

Posted by Chrissy at 11:06 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Brian Laws, England, English Premiership, exercises in futility, Manchester City, sheffield wednesday, Sven-Goran Eriksson, The Championship