Keepy Ups

I did have this before PIES but admittedly in my twitter so it doesn't COUNT.

Pele Wants Defensive Walls Banned

Pele has called on world governing body FIFA to ban defending teams setting up walls after conceding free-kicks close to the box.

Basically he doesn't think it's fair that you can pull down a striker right outside the penalty box when he's about to score and then get to put 10 people behind the ball to keep him from scoring. I admit that he has more of a point than that on his head. However, giving basically long range penalty kicks will result in every Mediterranean and Steven Gerrard falling down all they can.

Besides aren't goals like this all the more exciting because of a wall?



apologies for the video phone doesn't seem like there's any proper shots on youtube.

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Labels: Brasilians, Divers, Elano, Ideas to Blow up in one's Face, Pele, youtube

woo all 2 of my readers can celebrate with this new classic quote via Who Ate All The Pies.

Staff at Old Trafford have told the pacy Portuguese to cut back on his intake of pies before he begins to put on weight. Ronaldo said: "I dated a girl from Manchester and she showed me that steak pies and chips are very good. But I have to be careful. the club do not want me to eat too much of this food as it would not be good for my game. They have told me they do not want me gaining any extra weight."

I could not stop laughing at this.

Northerners will always lead you astray a fact to which yours truly can attest.

Posted by Chrissy at 12:01 PM 4 comments    

Labels: Cristiano Ronaldo, fatties, Man Utd, Northern Women, PIES

From his always insipid BBC Sport Column

To be honest, I was supposed to do that celebration with him. We both bought the same pants at the same time!

However, I was not playing so I could not join him - and I am quite pleased now because otherwise I would have got the same stick.

Well then. I can just picture them in the Asda by Eastlands buying their undies together and talking about how fantastic it will be when one of them scores a goal to flash the world their knickers.

I miss "good scouser" Kevin Nolan's column.

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Labels: Footballers behaving badly, footballers try to "write", knickers, Manchester City, Micah Richards, Steven Ireland

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Graeme Souness, Paul Jewell, Wigan

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Labels: Besiktas, Champion's League, Liverpool FC, Rosenborg, valencia, WTF

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Labels: English Premiership, Manchester City, Oh those Oirish, Steven Ireland, Superman Pants?

Some People Are On The Pitch: World Cup 2018: Who's got the stadia?

The excellent Chris (the reason I've not thrown the towel in on this blog yet) posted a fantastic analysis of which countries have the stadia infrastructure to host the World Cup in 2018.

It's really informative and basically highlights what England needs to do to get the bid. And why China and the US are prolly set.

Personally, I'm pulling for the US or England so that I can go easily. Travel around the US will be expensive (unless your FB learns to drive in the next 11 years, which is not likely). Travel TO England will be expensive but once I'm there it'll be relatively cheap to travel around.

Posted by Chrissy at 8:43 AM 2 comments    

Labels: England, SPAOTP, USA, World Cup 2018

Reading players will subsidise the trip for fans visiting Manchester City on 24 November - partly because of the club's inconsistent start to the season.
The Royals squad, currently 12th in the Premier League, have donated £5,000 to supporters heading to Eastlands.
Reading captain Graeme Murty told BBC Sport: "We know that at the moment we are massively inconsistent.
"It's not easy to justify spending so much money to watch us perform and this is giving something back to the fans."

What a fantastic thing for them to do! It's a acknowlegement of their shit form as well as a fact that they are a damn CLUB not a business. While their players aren't getting John Terry money, they will not be put out by sponsoring a bus from Reading to Manchester. It's a shame that the fans will still have to pay out of control prices at Eastlands.

Last year some clubs (in the North but not City) decided to lower ticket prices with the increased television revenue. Those clubs (with the exception of Blackburn) are not doing super well this year but at least the fans know that they are not being gouged for the privillege of seeing shitty football.

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Manchester City, Reading

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Labels: England, Euro 2008, idiots, International, World Cup 2038

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Labels: Arsenal, Blackburn, CSKA Chelski, England, English Premiership, Liverpool FC, Man Utd, trying to force an entry, Wigan

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Labels: assholes, Ian Wright, Racism in football, Racist minorities

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Labels: Dumb Pols, Hearts, Rangers, Scotland, Scottish Cup

To let you know I'm alive (I started a new job been busy) and to say THIS is unadulterated bullshit.

If Dida were English or played for an English side Uefa would have decapitated him already and paraded his head around Europe.

It's crap.

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Labels: AC Milan, Bullshit, Celtic, Champions League, Dida

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Labels: Classic, England, Man City, Manc Derby, Manchester United, youtube

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Labels: Kits, Manchester City, weakness

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Labels: Ireland, Manchester City, Steven Ireland

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.

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

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Funnies, Liverpool FC, Man City, youtube

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Love this photoset from someone I found on Flickr.

I also love the graffiti at this sign--at Maine Road ;)

Oh PS the City away kit is available for pre-order WOOT

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Labels: Man City, Manchester City, Seppos and footie

SVEN CAN MAKE `BIG IMPACT` - LAMPARD

Frank Lampard believes Sven-Goran Eriksson will be under pressure to succeed at Manchester City but backed him to make a "big impact".

FootieBird believes Fat-Frank Lampard will be under pressure to succeed with England but backed him to do "sweet fuck all".

Please, what does it matter what Frank Lampard thinks?

Posted by Chrissy at 12:08 PM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Fat Frank, I played shit here's my book, Manchester City, Sven-Goran Eriksson

DeMarcus Beasley signed for Rangers.

Jesus Christ Man City were fucking retarded to let him go.

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Labels: DeMarcus Beasley, Rangers, Scottish Premier League, USA

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Labels: summer boredom

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

with a much better England Midfielder ;) ;)


There's a lot of cool desktops on www.mcfc.co.uk

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Labels: Colin Bell, England, Legends, Man City, Manchester City

. Long time readers will remember, how my Gary Neville magnet sent to me by my favorite scouser went missing. Well some 3 months after noticing it was missing, I have located the magnent!!! Something dropped behind a cabinent today and I moved the cabinent and lo and behold: Professor Neville is back in his rightful spot in time for the Euro Qualifier this afternoon.

See the updated picture to the right. There is a lot more shit on my cabinent there than what used to be.

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Labels: magnetgate, who the fuck are man united

"Liverpool Fans are the Worst in Europe"

UEFA President Michel Platini stated, "As was reported in the fine English newspaper The Sun, [Liverpool supporters] pee on cops and they loot the dead. We do not need these sort of hooligans at our matches!"

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Labels: Kits, Manchester City

in light of the fact that my heritage is 50% of the italian descent FootieGeeza (who did not blog while I was sick btw) is disowning me.

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Labels: AC Milan, Champions League, european cup, Liverpool FC

Your hostess is as sick as a dog. I'm turning over to FootieGeeza for a couple of days as I'm sure he has loads to say about Norway and Liverpool playing in some minority interest cup match on Wednesday.

Seriously, R.I.P. me, plz send mint aero bars from Engerland ASAP.


Oh he (FootieGeeza) just told me that I should write about how I met a IK Start supporter while paying wayyy too much money to go out (25 bucks, but at least I got a full brekkie out of it at no extra charge) and watch the most boring FA CUP final in history. The Start supporter was funny--he was amazed that someone here knew his team let alone followed it. That's about it not much to tell. Except that I should supposedly go to Oslo in October for the Norveeegian Cup final.

Posted by Chrissy at 11:30 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Champions League, european cup, IK Start, Liverpool FC, Norway

Liverpool winger Bolo Zenden is facing a race against time to be fit for the Champions League final after picking up an ankle injury in training this week.

in time for Harry Kewell! hopefully he doesn't break a nail before Wednesday!

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Labels: Bolo Zenden, Champions League, european cup, I played shit here's my book, Liverpool FC

Appearently Joey Barton is looking to moving to Europe with supposedly Roma and Athletico Madrid among other European powerhouses looking at him.

According to the Sun, the idea of heading overseas appeals to Barton
because it would take him away from the media microscope and potentially help
him to resurrect his international career Sources close to the player claim he has been inspired by Bayern Munich midfielder Owen Hargreaves as an example of how playing in Europe is not a hindrance to getting into England boss Steve McClaren's plans.

Right.
So, Number of current England Squad currently playing in Europe: 1.
Number of current England Squad currently playing in England: 22
Number of current England Squad who are currently shit: 22

Joe--might want to rethink your strategy.

Posted by Chrissy at 3:50 PM 2 comments    

Labels: England, Fat Frank, I played shit here's my book, Joey Barton, Owen Hargreaves

Footiebird stopped out at FootieGeeza's last night and had to use a Liverpool FC towel to dry off after a shower.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by Chrissy at 6:19 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Liverpool FC

I got "hip" to ChickenDinner when Who Ate All the Pies gave them a name check a couple months back. I'm not a betting person, but their daily wager email has a broad appeal, is almost always interesting, and hillarious. Today's featured the following about the FA Cup:

* Old wounds alert: This match is a repeat of the 1994 final in which United won 4-0, a game best remembered for David Elleray awarding two soft penalties against the Londoners. How many iffy penalties has Steve Bennett got in him?

* Only twice before have the top two met in the FA Cup Final. In 1913, runners-up Aston Villa exacted revenge on Sunderland. In 1986, Liverpool did the double and in both competitions Everton were runners-up.

* On ten occasions, the runners-up have won the FA Cup, and in all but one of those finals they scored first. The exception was Blackpool taking the lead against Manchester United in 1948. On a further eight occasions, the runners-up in the league have also finished runner-up in the cup.

* The league champions have competed in the FA Cup Final on fifteen occasions and won ten, including their last five appearances.

* United have won three doubles (1994,1996 and 1999) and been denied just once, by Aston Villa a spooky fifty years ago.

* chickendinner superfact: Only twice in the past hundred years has the top scorer in the league netted in the FA Cup Final. Gary Lineker scored for Everton in 1986 and Clive Allen did the same for Spurs a year later. Both were the first goals of the game and both men ended up on the losing team.

* A British manager has only beaten Johnny Foreigner once in FA Cup finals - that was Sir Alex Ferguson himself, dispatching Ruud Gullit's Newcastle on the way to a treble in 1999.

* In the last twenty years, nine PFA Players of the Year have played in the final. Only one has lost: John Barnes in 1988.

* John Terry becomes the sixth post-war England captain to lead a team out in an FA Cup Final. Alan Shearer was the last man to do so, and ominously, his team lost 2-0 to Manchester United.

* The South currently lead the North 13-11 in North-South Wembley clashes. (ed Because I'm a northern burd at heart does that mean I have to chear on scum??)

* chickendinner superfact: Drogba has never scored against United, Ronaldo has never scored against Chelsea.

* Chelsea and United have met ten times in FA Cup games. Chelsea have only won once and that was back in 1950. Chelsea have only scored in four of those matches.

* In all cup competitions, United have scored 26 goals in matches between them, compared to Chelsea's 13.

The superfacts are really friggin interesting but the rest are cool, as well. This is great fucking pub talk!

Posted by Chrissy at 9:51 AM 0 comments    

Labels: CSKA Chelski, FA CUP 06 07, Manchester United, Stats

I just got in from work (it's 9 pm my time). I don't have the energy to go into psycho getting sacked. I will however, post my letters to football365 that I sent this morning. Let's hope they get in the mailbag tomorrow.

I'm not going to say that Psycho didn't make some bad choices.
(Signing Mpenza, Ball, and Beasley was friggin inspired though). But
they were by the fact that Wardle didn't give enough of a fuck to give
Psycho the transfer kitty he needed to make good buys. Give him crap
money, you get gambles and crap players. Morientes scored 5 goals for
Liverpool last year, just one more than our useless greek striker, and
Rafa had the existing Talent and more money than Psycho did to make it
work.

If you look at the transfer windows for the teams in the premiership
at the beginning of this season, over the last 2 years, city turned
the biggest profit.
WHAT? This is not time to make profit! Fuck off.

Big Sam supposedly wants to come to City, but that's not going to
happen without transfer Money. Jewell's resignation does point to him
coming to the Blues, but it's going to be the same shit different
manager unless we get new owners.

City should buck the trend and have our new owner be *gasp* English.
(Oh ok British and Irish are ok too). Ranson needs to do a Glazer
like hostile take over. I do not trust that Thai baby killer. Ranson
will stick with City and not get bored if we're not top 4 in a year.
Out of 20 teams in the League-they can't all finish top 4. We need an
owner who understands that and I don't think Asian and North American
owners do...

HAHA Can you imagine City being in the top 4?!?! Jesus...

*real name* CTID


Actually what's worse than finishing 14th with 2 less points than last
year and losing our Manager etc etc is the new FUCKING HIDEOUS kits
that Citeh launched today.

I wonder if they fired psycho today to distract everyone from the
worst kits in premier league history.

Seriously, check them out at the club website. They suck Le Coq (Sportif)

*real name* CTID (still buying a shirt though because they are so
ugly I need that bit of history)

Posted by Chrissy at 9:18 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Kits, Manchester City, Paul Jewell, Sam Allardyce, Stuart Pearce

I really enjoyed the Oldham, Blackpool playoff match yesterday. 1) It's not often you get to see the not-as-mighty-as-man-city-but-still-mighty Latics on television in the US so I took advantage and 2) Boundary park gets me nostalgic.

The pitch was shit, and I wonder why they didn't move the fixture to CoMS or even friggin Rochdale or another venue without a reputation for puddling lakes in midfield.

I'm not going to pretend that's the reason Oldham lost, in fact, the reason Oldham scored at all was because of a spot kick that was justifiably awarded, but the foul wouldn't have happened if there weren't mud and rain anywhere. It's hard to believe the pitch was suitable for top flight football not even 20 years ago. Though, standards were different back then.

Anyway, Blackpool have been the most onform side in the whole of the football league going into this match, so it's no wonder they played well.

Yesterday's result does not bode well for my dream of Paul Scholes being the man to bring Oldham back to the Premiership though.

Think about it, if they get promoted this year, and the ginga ninja is just around retiring age, and he's said before he'd love to retire on Oldham if he could.... how fucking fitting/awesome would that be? Their most famous supporter bringing them to top flight football, promptly to get relegated... or oooh wait wait. Maybe if they don't get to the championship while he's still playing he can manage them and lead them back up!!! Playing would be too awesome though. Especially since there's never been a "NorthEast" Manc Derby; since City have been top flight since they moved to Bradford/Eastlands and Oldham have...well not. The Rochdale Road Derby lol!

Big dreams for a little girl--it won't happen.

Footiebird wants to point out the fact that she may be the only City supporter with a softspot in her heart for Oldham. It's not cool or authentic to have second teams but if I were to have a second team and be "uncool" that second team would be Oldham.

Posted by Chrissy at 6:57 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Blackpool, Dreamin Big, England, football league, football league playoffs, League One, Oldham Athletic, Paul Scholes

The new Man City Homekit was launched today. Going back to Le Coq Sportif, because you know Reebok and Adidas and other companies that are actually heard of outside of western europe were just too *serious* for a club heading to get their record 8th 2nd tier championship in 2 years time. And what the hell happens to Reebok City? Fucking Wardle and his ever growing pile of debt! ok... breathe....

At least it's not puma with fucking cats on the shoulder and the front. It makes room for that huge badge to be right in the center!!!

I wasn't a fan of white sleeves but this shit just isn't pleasing to the eye.



On Micah Richard's large shoulders on the mcfc website the long sleeve shrit looks a big like a sweatshirt and the collar looks as if there's a hood in the back.



But I mean...look at it. It's a training shirt!! Badge is much too big in the center. Fuck off, it should be on the left side! The thomascook .com is off center. If someone wants to book a holiday, do they need to be told to go to the website? If they have half a brain they'll google it. Or use expedia :P The pinstripes only on the front bit is annoying as fuck.

I mentioned the colar above. it just looks like nothing fits very well.

Ugly ugly ugly.

I will be buying one however, because it's so fucking ugly. So I guess they've achieved their purpose.

Can't wait to see the away shirt. Fake sixpack?!!?

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Kits, Manchester City

This failed experiment in blogging about football will have to pick up next year I suppose--I'm not blogging much in my personal blog either.

There will be a shit load to write about when my beloved Manchester City get relegated next year.

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Labels: Manchester City

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Manchester City, Manchester Derby, who the fuck are man united

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Manchester City, Manchester Derby, who the fuck are man united

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Labels: Birmingham City, Promotion, Relegation, Sunderland

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Labels: England, English Premiership, Manager Drama, Manchester City, Sam Allardyce, Stuart Pearce

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Labels: Benni McCarthy, Blackburn Rovers, England, English Premiership, Manchester United, Ronaldo

A little group I'm a part of got a write up in the Philadelphia Weekly,

Sons of Ben Tailgate Party

Sat., April 14, 4 pm. Free. Wachovia Spectrum, 3601 S. Broad St. 215.389.9543. www.myspace.com/sonsofben

Who are the most phanatical Philly sports fans? How about a bunch of relentlessly yelling, chanting and singing sons-of-bitches so hardcore the team they support doesn’t even exist? The Sons of Ben are Philly soccer fanatics with a flag, shirts, scarves, chants and a self-penned song sheet, but no major-league soccer team to support—yet. And they make more noise than all the rest of Philly’s fans put together. Tired of bland, corporate, spoon-fed, Disneyfied McFandom? So are the Sons of Ben. Join them for burgers and beer in the Wachovia parking lot, and then head to the arena proper for a jolly sing-along designed to both intimidate and amuse. At the last Kixx game the approximately 30-strong SOB attended, they were drowned out only once—by 4,000 Girl Scouts shrieking the theme from SpongeBob SquarePants. One day soon Philadelphia will once again be a major soccer city. We’ve already got the fans. Now where’s our goddamn team? (Steven Wells)

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Labels: MLS, Philadelphia, sobs, USA

John Arne Riise's goal against PSV was shown as the 9th best highlight of the week on ESPN's SportsCenter. Of course the announcers badly butchered the pronunciation of his name, calling him both "John Arn-ee Reese" and "John Arn Reese."

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Labels: ESPN, Liverpool FC, Norway

An Everton supporter is walking through the streets of Liverpool when he sees a sale on at a video shop.

When he stops to look he sees a video called "Everton : The Glory Years". The guy enters the shop and asks how much the video costs.

The shop owner replies, "$300".

The Everton supporter exclaims "What! Im not paying $300 just for a video!"

The shop owner says "No, don't be silly, the video is $5 - the Beta-Max video player is $295!"

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Labels: English Premiership, Everton

Posted by Chrissy at 6:15 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Manchester City, predictions, WAATP?

Can I be more thrilled that Liverpool are the only club even relatively safe for advancing in the Champions League?? hah I'd be more thrilled if it were the Mighty City that's for sure..but omg. I have a soft spot for Liverpool. It could be because the Footie Geeza is a supporter. It could be because I dream of a very dirty midfield threesome between Steven Gerrard, Xabi Alonso, and myself. It's likely because Liverpool supporters hate Manchester United as much as I do--and not because they are neutral ABUs, though the second reason does weigh heavily. Sadly, I didn't get a chance to watch any of the matches this week because of work commitments.

Only two of the matches will be that interesting next week. I think that Milan and Roma might have the hardest trek ahead of them of all the teams (not including PSV lol 3 away goals). Both for the same reason: They are going into really tough stadiums to score against, and they must score and win. Even without the Ginja Ninja(the man to bring Oldham Athletic back to the Premiership), United are going to score at least once at OT, and it's going to be very difficult for Roma to score at all. If Roma can hold United to 1 goal and score they'd advance which gives them an easier time (slightly) than AC Milan

Basically, Milan have to win. A 1-1 draw does them no good (it'd give Bayren winning on AG) and it's going to be really fucking hard for them to score 2 goals in Munich. Also the fact that this is going to be a super high scoring match with Milan on the bitch end, isn't going to help either.

Valencia are going to advance--Chelsea are not going to get the quadrupile (haha), the treble (lollll), or anything else. (Up the Rovers for the FA Cup)

Predictions:

Man United 2 - 1 Roma
Bayren Munich 3 - 1 AC Milan
Chelsea 0 - 1 Valencia
LFC Reserves 15 - 0 PSV (sorry I mean 1-0 Liverpool will sleep)

Posted by Chrissy at 11:35 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Bayern Munich, Blackburn Rovers, Champions League, CSKA Chelski, european cup, FA CUP 06 07, Liverpool FC, Manchester United, PSV, Roma, Steven Gerrard, valencia, Xabi Alonso

One fateful weekend last year the Footie Geeza and I went to the pub to watch City play Sunderland. That day we met three crazy Norwegians. Norwegians are as insane irl as they are online. It's great fun. Anyway, since that day, we've both been following IK Start from Kristanstaad, who we were assured by our new Norveeegian friends are the best team in all of Europe.

The upcoming Norwegian league starts this Monday and they play a 26 game season. All of Scandinavia has a fucked up schedule because of all the fucking ice and blonde ladies. That's why the Patron Saint of Glasgow was able to play for Manchester United before returning to Sweden (will have to post funny Favorite Swede story later today).

Anyway, the Geeza wanted me to make some predictions on the norveeegian league. Last year, Hamar Kam and Molde FK were relegated to the second division, and Stromsgodset and Aalesund were promoted to the top flight. Onto the predictions...

1) Rosenborg
2) Lillestrom
3) Brann Bergen
4) Valerengen
5) Viking Stavanger
6) IK Start
7) Stabaek
8) Lyn SFK
9) Stromsgodset
10) Tromso
11) Fredrikstad
12) Odd Grenland
13) Sandefjord
14) Aalesund

Posted by Chrissy at 11:00 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Celtic, Henrik Larsson, IK Start, Norway, Norwegian Tippeligaen, Sweden, who the fuck are man united

Up The Citizens
Liverpool is fucking boring
Andy Johnson is a bald sex machine.

That's really all you needed to know about the past week in English Footie

Posted by Chrissy at 7:25 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Everton, Liverpool FC, Manchester City, my computer is broken, that bald fuck hasn't scored many penalties this year.

SNOW DAY!!!!!! or ICE DAY!!!! I'm going home for the crappy weather and I'm thrilled. :)

Almost as thrilled as I will be when Chelsea gains on United to win the Premiership. WAit.. that was a horrible and untrue way to make this post football related!

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Labels: crap weather, CSKA Chelski, England, English Premiership, Manchester United

And that's the truth....

There's all this fuss about a non-starter in the football league. Basically whether or not the football league will scrap draws and replace them with golden goal extra periods and eventually penalty shootouts.

A comment in Who Ate All the Pies? told everyone to be on the lookout to see what Ollie said about it on Sky News.

I did some googling as I rock the google out and found this article:

Plymouth boss Ian Holloway echoed the views saying the idea was 'a moment of madness'.

'Has an American taken over the Football League or something because they don't like draws in their soccer matches do they,' he said.

I have to say I hate Anti-American sentiment in football, not because of where I live but because it winds up being based on stereotypes and other stupidity that i've never seen in my friggin life. I also hate American Apologists who will eat shit if they are told it comes out of a Brrrritish (of course they mean English) asshole, and then proceed to tell you how much better it is than American non-shit products.

That said, I think Ian Holloway is a fucking pimp and I love his comment anyway. It's his delivery--I can hear him say it as I'm reading it.

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Labels: football league, Ian Holloway, Ideas to Blow up in one's Face

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Labels: Cristiano Ronaldo, England, France, International, Portugal, youtube, Zinedine Zidane

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Labels: internet memes

Posted by Chrissy at 8:45 PM 0 comments    

Labels: CSKA Chelski, Drunk Posts, Manchester City

While clearing out my desk looking for my Neville magnet I found the following.



That's right, some old shoot out cards!!

I rock. Except at using the scanner, because I somehow scanned all my pictures as one image but it's only captured two of them.

Oh well.

Posted by Chrissy at 10:49 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, shoot out

Neville magnet still missing. I've cleaned out my desk and everything--wondering if maybe I might have taken it off after the Manc Derby and forgot about it.

Why couldn't they have stolen my Cashley Cole McDonald's England shirt from the World Cup. Some people have no class!!!

Suggestions for replacements to my Neville Magnet?

Anyone want to send me a magnent with Ronaldo in a Portugal shirt?

Posted by Chrissy at 9:40 AM 0 comments    

Labels: magnetgate, who the fuck are man united

My most favorite kopite sent me news this morning of Joey Barton's arrest...I was on the subway though, and couldn't respond or look for the news.

Subject: joeys been arrested

Assault and crim damage
Bbc.co.uk/sport
Haha
You are the new west ham

Oh that must be that famous scouse with I hear oh so much about!

Also, when checking out some news sites today saw this little gemlet from FoxSports (who incidently still have Claudio Reyna up on their City front page--so take what they say with large grains of salt and a machine gun):

But it appears chairman John Wardle has decided a change of manager is needed - and has already placed Bolton boss Sam Allardyce and Wigan counterpart Paul Jewell at the top of his wanted list.

I'm a staunch Pearce supporter. He's not proven to me yet that he doesn't know what he's talking about, sorry. THAT SAID, Jesus...if there was a possibility to get Big Sam or Paul Jewell at City I'd quickly change my tune. Pearce is inexperienced, not stupid, Allardyce and Jewell are neither.

I have something to say about the holier than thou fucks saying "true fans" don't complain. "True Fans" especially City fans have discerning taste...that's why we support City and not the rags. To not voice outrage when your club is performing badly is patronizing and really unrealistic to expect of people who pour their heart and soul into something for decades. Booing is a Mancunian's (and sports fan's) god given inalienable right! Then again, I'm cut from the cloth of supporters who throw snowballs at Santa Claus-and are known as the worst sports fans in the world.

Posted by Chrissy at 9:21 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, I played shit here's my book, Manchester City, Paul Jewell, Sam Allardyce, Stuart Pearce

Let's look at the Quarter Finals, she says realising with everything going on with Footie Mam and Footie Job, she forgot to write about the last round--oh I don't care.

Boro 2 - 2 Man Utd. The better team in this matchup wound up getting screwed by a penalty from a rapist after an inadvertant handball. ;) Boro were the stronger side throughout. They will lose at Old Trafford.

Spurs 3 - 3 Chelsea Jesus Christ, another draw!! This one though, Chelsea did deserve. Fat Frank was on fire--I hate this man.


It's important to note that the two above matches took place before the one immediately below. Why? Because even though I knew City would lose, I was holding on to some bit of wide eyed optimism--and if we DID win, we might face Boro or Spurs against whom City may have had a fighting chance--well. It wouldn't be the blow out of Chelski/Utd. This is before the match and before I watched 7000 of my brothers and sisters confirm to the world just what Mancunians are made of and turn on each other. *headshake*

Blackburn 2 - 0 The Mighty Manchester City Lovely. I was speaking with another City supporter from Doncaster actually, while the first goal was scored. Both of us were surprised that it was 20 odd minutes in before The Rovers Scored against City. City were poor. The better team won. The Match was QUITE physical though, and I'm always a fan of physicality. There are three things that I don't get: Why take Sun Jihai off? Why did Mpenza go on so late? What the hell was Didi Hamman on? He was an animal, unfortunately none of that energy was directed well--does he wish he didn't go to that McDonald's in Bolton now?

Plymouth 0 - 1 Watford Ollie is my favorite manager, next to psycho (who I would <3 even if he wasn't with City). Watford showed that no matter how poor they are performing in the League that the are a Premiership side. (Kind of like how City played all lower league clubs for the first 3 rounds and got rocked by Blackburn showed that City may very well be a Championship side)
I don't agree with a lot of the articles I've read that say that this was a scrappy match--to me that means that Argyle almost equalised which apart from some barely on target shots, was just not the case. Well done Watford, hopefully you can show up in the next round!

FA Cup semi-final draw:

Blackburn v Chelsea or Tottenham
Watford v Middlesbrough or Manchester United

When (if) United beat Boro, Watford can not play Ben Foster, as he is on Loan from United. This is going to basically assure that United are in the finals--i mean, not like playing Watford no matter who is in goal doesn't assure that, but still.

Posted by Chrissy at 12:07 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Blackburn Rovers, England, FA CUP 06 07, I played shit here's my book, Manchester City, Manchester United, Plymouth Argyle, Watford

I meant to watch the Old Firm yesterday, but I got all kindsa screwed up by Dubya's daylight savings two weeks early bullshit and kinda didn't get up in time, even though clockwise it meant getting to the pub an hour later, real time wise it meant, still fucking early and I stayed in bed. (Only City and and sometimes footie geeza's LFC will get me outta bed and on the 630am train on a weekend).

Needless to say, I was disappointed (especially after the dramatic fashion in which Milan knocked Celtic out of the Champions League), but with the SPL this season, does this game REALLY matter? It's bragging rights, and I know that the Celtic Supporters Club that meets at my local weren't happy. But--come on it would take a train wreck for Celtic not the win the SPL.

1 Celtic 30 34 74
2 Rangers 30 25 58

I *do* find it interesting that the way the Scottish FA choose to banish Sectarianism from the match is to---invite relgious leaders to look at how the supporters wait til they're down the road before they start fighting. In my head that equates to what the anti-war kids say around these parts "War for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity"

What's funnier is the fact that it was the St. Patrick's Day Pararde in Philly and there were a shit load of Fauxirsh (Fake Irish--"I'm 100% irish my great great great grandmother was born there") wearing Celtic Shirts (because they are a Irish team, ya know), probably wondering why there were all these Scottish guys stood around looking sad--or maybe they thought they were Irish and offered to buy Paddy a pint.

Posted by Chrissy at 11:28 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Celtic, Old Firm, Rangers, Scotland, Scottish Premier League

"If you listen to me speaking I say the kind of word you mention 10 times in every 15 words," he said. "If you have a microphone on the dugout, I say that during the game 20 times, easy. The word can be abusive if you understand it as an abusive word. I tell the word to my players when I am not happy. I say it 50 times in a game, 50 times in training and I don't want to be offensive. I can be emotional, but I am polite. I never want to be offensive with somebody."

Seriously, even if you tangically follow English football, just read this quote and you know who said it.

I don't have a jump widget installed but I'll try to keep the suspence with some space

....................











......................

Jose Mourinho, the (Short Bus) Special One.

This was in response to him calling Mike Riley a son of a Whore, during yesterday's FA Cup Tie with Spurs, which I guess sounds a bit classier in a Romance language than in Cockerney. It's clearly on television but good ol' "No Red Cards unless you're Liverpool" Riley didn't report it and when the FA asked him he said nothing happened.

I think that Paul Jewell should start cursing in Portugese as well, maybe he wouldn't have all the trouble with Phil Dowd he's having now.

and yes, Mof, from pies... you are not alone. I do the same for Rafa but it's not as funny.

Posted by Chrissy at 11:21 AM 0 comments    

Labels: CSKA Chelski, England, FA CUP 06 07, REF-er-EEE

I'm currently at a different pub--an Oirish one, on the day of the St. Paddy's Day Parade in a largely Oirish city.

UP THE CITIZENS!!!!!!


I have no delusions of grandeur towards this match--but I'd be thrilled!

Posted by Chrissy at 11:49 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Blackburn Rovers, FA CUP 06 07, Man City

Quarter-final draw
AC Milan v Bayern Munich
PSV Eindhoven v Liverpool
Roma v Manchester United
Chelsea v Valencia

First legs: April 3-4; second legs: April 10-11

Semi-final draw
Chelsea/Valencia v PSV/Liverpool
Roma/Manchester United v AC Milan/Bayern Munich

First legs: April 24-25; second legs: May 1-2. Final: May 23 (Athens)

Well, There's Liverpool in Athens. Maybe Versus United?


Oh btw, even though I didn't do as brilliantly in the first knockout as I've done in the group stage.. my fantasy champion's league team is still kick ass.

Posted by Chrissy at 1:15 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Champions League, fantasy team, Liverpool FC, who the fuck are man united

I have just discovered a fantastically devious site through Pies, so I'm obviously late to the party here. It's called Kickette and it's footballer gossip and fangirl-ness. I am not for the fangirlness (Though I do have Steven Gerrard in an England shirt as my work desktop) but the gossip and stories are A+++.


For example, earlier this week they wrote of A new reality TV show "I Want to Be A Wag" all these girls prostitute themselves out for some Tramere Rovers (my guess) Supa Star and at the end, he proposes marriage to the lucky winner.

You can't make this shit up and I wish my UKNova account wasn't suspended. First I lose my corrie fix and now this!

Posted by Chrissy at 11:41 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Funny Old World, Kickette, television, WAGS

Jesus Christ! Someone at work stole my Gary Nevile England Magnet / Practise Target!!!!

It was sent to me by my favorite Scouser because of my hate for Mr. Nevile and the fact that he and I share a birthday.

Someone's gonna get it!

Posted by Chrissy at 10:01 AM 0 comments    

Labels: magnetgate, Manchester United

I have been absent from this blog since the FA CUP Draw. It is not because I've lost interest or ran out of things to say. It is because I am busy trying to launch a fantastic, fabulous, and ace (can you tell I've been reading Frank Sidebottom's blog too much??) football related thing. It will be the biggest thing to happen in American footie for ever--especially for displaced Mancs. It it should be ready this week, at which point I will return to what passes for normal here.

PS. Say a prayer for Footie Mam... she's in the hospital with a heart attack. Everything's ok, but positive energy can always prevent something from going worse.

Posted by Chrissy at 9:55 AM 1 comments    

Labels: crap, Manchester City

Quarter-final draw
Middlesbrough or West Brom v Man Utd or Reading
Arsenal or Blackburn v Man City
Chelsea v Tottenham
Plymouth v Watford


I have to say... the most exciting draw looks like Plymouth v Watford. Might be the best matched pair. Go Ollie! :P I'd have thrown some shit if Chelsea drew a lower league club, they've still got a home tie tho damn it!

Looks like the mighty city's cup run will end at the quarterfinals two years in a row. But shit there's a lot of teams didn't make it that far!

Posted by Chrissy at 9:02 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Arsenal, Blackburn Rovers, CSKA Chelski, England, FA CUP 06 07, Manchester City, Manchester United, Middlesbrough, Plymouth Argyle, Tottenham Hotspur, Watford, West Brom

Seriously though. Is Arsenal the most homosexual team in England? When you click on the link below to discover that the picture is taken from a blog post about some "Queen" inviting the club to the "Palace" for some "Tea" it gets more hillarious.


[[Soccer Fiesta]]

Posted by Chrissy at 2:31 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Arsenal, England, English Premiership, Homophobia, Homosexuality

Steve McClaren has hailed Owen Hargreaves as the 'glue' that holds his England
team together, and the man to get him out of a sticky situation

Fat Sam was right, England's fat and useless.

At least Owen's column for the Beeb is more interesting than Kevin Nolan's.

Posted by Chrissy at 2:26 PM 0 comments    

Labels: England, Ideas to Blow up in one's Face, Internationals, McClaren, Owen Hargreaves

From Fox Sports

England coach Steve McClaren insists he has not shut the door on out-of-favor trio David Beckham, David James and Sol Campbell. Beckham was left out out in the cold for England's friendly loss to Spain despite injury problems affecting the likes of Aaron Lennon.

1. If the door wasn't shut, why the hell didn't James and Campbell get called up for the last friendly? Both would have been welcomed in the squad. I guess the only thing that stops me from getting 1) pissed 2) indignant about it is the fact that it was just a friggin friendly so who cares--really.


2. Fuck off Fox Sports, Beckham didn't get called up for the friendly because he's just about useless, and ahead of the match, he hadn't played forever because of the temper tantrum from Calderon and Capello at Real Madrid. But most importantly let's not forget--useless.

Posted by Chrissy at 11:11 AM 0 comments    

Labels: David Beckham, David James, England, Internationals, McClaren, Sol Campbell

The Mighty Man City are going to sign Belgian international, Emile Mpenza. Belgian of course is an international footballing powerhouse, having not qualified for the last world cup and gone out second round previous to that--their record in the Euro is about the same.

I'm glad City are going all out. So this news is obviously a big deal

"I am not finished and I will prove it in Manchester," Mpenza told Belgian Radio Station Bel-RTL.

"I make this move as revenge with respect to all those who criticised my decision to play in Qatar."

Right, revenge is always a good motivator in football. The build up for this, is just going to guarentee another waste of City money.

On a more personal note, I was in Brussels in November for work and I bought the Footie Geeza (who needs a new name to be referred to here) a Belgian National shirt because he has a lot of shirts from all over the world, right? Footie Geeza is not a slight man, and he's as tall as one Peter Crouch, so it was hard to find him a shirt. I finally find one that's marked XXL the name on the back? MPENZA.

Btw, it doesn't fit him at all, and he said last night he's going to give it back to me now that Mpenza's going to sign for City. Ooooh I'm tingling with anticipation.

Posted by Chrissy at 9:55 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Belgium, England, English Premiership, Ideas to Blow up in one's Face, Manchester City, Mpenza

Brazil have been the number one ranked team in the world since November 1993!

1 Italy
2 Brazil
3 Argentina
4 France
5 Germany
6 England
7 The Netherlands
8 Portugal
9 Czech Republic
10 Spain

FIFA World Rankings

Posted by Chrissy at 9:18 AM 1 comments    

Labels: Brazil, Fifa Rankings, Internationals, italy

Claudio Reyna and the Red Bulls beat the U.S. U-17s. (New York Red Bulls)
Training Day 9: Bulls beat U-17s 4-0
A two-goal performance by midfielder Markus Schopp helped lead the Red Bulls to a comfortable, 4-0 win over the U.S. U-17 National Team at the IMG Academy on Saturday. Midfielders Dave van den Bergh and Dane Richards also found the back of the net for the Bulls.

OMG "PROS" BEAT AMERICAN TEENAGERS!!!! WAY TO GO!

Posted by Chrissy at 12:38 PM 2 comments    

Labels: MLS, Red Bull New York, USA

"We can't see you sneaking out!"
Mk Dons fans to Bury supporters as a deep fog enveloped the ground. (Sam Willis, England).

"Where are you?"
More fog fun with Wigan fans in the victory over Pompey. (Neil Robertson, UK).

"There's only one Harry Redknapp!"
Man City fans to Southampton fans in response to chants of "Glory, glory, Man Utd!" (Leucha, UK).

"I Bet your dad looks good on the dancefloor!"
St Johnstone fans to Falkirk keeper Kasper Schmeichel, whose dad Peter starred in Strictly Come Dancing. (Scott, Scotland).

"If Barton can play for England, so can I!"
Portsmouth Fans chanting to Joey Barton on Saturday after his clash with Mendes. (Tom, London).

"Shall we build a roof for you?"
Man City fans to Portsmouth as we got soaked in the away end. (Gavin Batty, UK).

"You're just a small part of England!"
Northern Ireland fans to their Welsh counterparts at Windsor Park during the 0-0 draw. (Peter Girvan, Northern Ireland).

"Yousef's here and Yousef's there, here we go ohhhhhh, Moroccan all over the World."
A chant we sang at Carrow Road to Yousef Safri - (to the tune of Rocking All Over The World). (Caroline Clarke, England).

"What's that coming over the hill, is it the taxman?"
Grimsby Town fans to Boston boss Steve Evans during the 6-0 thrashing. Evans was given a suspended sentence last year after being found guilty of tax fraud. (Mighty Mariner, UK).

"We want five."
Man Utd fans after going 4-0 up at Tottenham.
"We want one!"
Spurs fans reply. (Samsonite, UK).

From BBCs Quotes of the Week

Posted by Chrissy at 11:22 AM 1 comments    

Labels: English Premiership, FA CUP 06 07, Internationals, League Two, Scottish Premier League, Terrace Chants, The Championship

Any post that begins as below, is fantastic in my book.

Hmm, this is a tricky one. After all, they're both gingers and both called Steve. Oh, and they're both rubbish managers.

HEAD TO HEAD Steve Staunton vs Steve McClaren

Posted by Chrissy at 9:40 AM 0 comments    

Labels: England, Football Managers behaving badly, Internationals, Ireland, McClaren, rubbish, Staunton

FA charges Pompey boss Redknapp
Portsmouth boss Harry Redknapp has been charged with directing abusive and/or insulting words at a match official during the game with Manchester City.

Redknapp was sent to the stands during the 2-1 victory after he voiced his opinion following Joey Barton's tackle on his midfielder Pedro Mendes.

Mendes was consequently taken off on a stretcher and Redknapp was dismissed from the dugout by referee Mike Dean.

The Portsmouth boss has until 27 February to respond to the charge.

I try to not be too partial in this blog, well I'm failing but i've not had it for 2 weeks yet. Anyway, I just find it HILLARIOUS, with all the whining that Redknapp did about MCFC's behavior during and after the match IT IS HE that is charged!

In other news: Take THAT! is now a tag, I can't wait to write something about Port Vale.

Posted by Chrissy at 1:54 PM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Football Managers behaving badly, Harry Rednapp, Portsmith, take THAT

FA charges Pompey boss Redknapp
Portsmouth boss Harry Redknapp has been charged with directing abusive and/or insulting words at a match official during the game with Manchester City.

Redknapp was sent to the stands during the 2-1 victory after he voiced his opinion following Joey Barton's tackle on his midfielder Pedro Mendes.

Mendes was consequently taken off on a stretcher and Redknapp was dismissed from the dugout by referee Mike Dean.

The Portsmouth boss has until 27 February to respond to the charge.

I try to not be too partial in this blog, well I'm failing but i've not had it for 2 weeks yet. Anyway, I just find it HILLARIOUS, with all the whining that Redknapp did about MCFC's behavior during and after the match IT IS HE that is charged!

In other news: Take THAT! is now a tag, I can't wait to write something about Port Vale.

Posted by Chrissy at 1:54 PM 0 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Football Managers behaving badly, Harry Rednapp, Portsmith, take THAT

Again from EPLTalk

What many UK expats discover upon moving to the USThey show more games on Television over here

I was shocked to find that out myself. There's also most Champions League and Uefa Cup ties, though you have to figure out a way to take time off of work to watch. You also get selected, La Liga, Serie A, La Championat, and Bundesliga matches as well as internationals if they are interesting. You do have to have digital cable and/or satellite to get them all, but the thing is, they are a lot cheaper than the corresponding services are in the UK.

Also exciting, we no longer have to pay 20 dollars at a pub to watch England lose in Euro, the group stages on are going to be televised on ESPN Networks not setanta premium. You can watch it at home on REGULAR cable!

Posted by Chrissy at 1:02 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Americans, Champions League, England, ESPN, EURO, Fox Soccer, France, Germany, italy, Setanta, Spain, television, Uefa Cup

I've just finished, embarressingly late, _Fever Pitch_, by Nick Hornby. It was probably the hardest of his books to find in the US and I was complaining about it in my regular blog a couple of weeks ago, and that day I went to the bookstore and there it was, mis-shelved in all it's "Now a Major Motion Picture" glory (btw, I didn't see the American Fever Pitch film but I hate baseball and Jimmy Fallon is also really annoying so it's probably for the best). Rather than do a review, because I am not a literati, I'd just say if you're a half step above functionally retarded, as I am, and you've not read it yet, you should pick it up. I can lend it you if you want.

I have the following on my wish list from Amazon.com (my birthday is in less than a week if you're wondering what to get that FootieBird in your life).

How Soccer Explains the World: An Unlikely Theory of Globalization (Paperback)
National Pastime: How Americans Play Baseball and the Rest of the World Plays Soccer (Hardcover)
Football Against the Enemy (Paperback)
Offside: Soccer and American Exceptionalism. (Paperback)

What can I say? My degree is in a social science (Political Science). I'm very interested in this gap between the US and the rest of the world about the game. I've gone off at length (and when I'm not on my lunch break I'll do it again) about why I believe football is not as popular in the US as it was 80 years ago. (A Short Lesson: I think it's because too many American Middle Class Yuppie/Preppy/Frat Boy assholes are the ambassador of the sport over here).

The Gaffer at EPLTalk did a review of the book Soccer In A Football World and it looks interesting. I will probably order it from him at some point today.

Has anyone read any of the above? Does anyone care to share what they think or recommend more books to me on football--more than the stats and the club profiles and autobiographies?

Keep in mind, most of them I will have to order online, because I went to the bookshop here and all the Soccer books are like "The Baffled Parent's Guide to Soccer" or "Holy shit my kid wants to play soccer instead of football is he a fag?? Is it too late??!"

Posted by Chrissy at 12:45 PM 3 comments    

Labels: American Sports, books, football, Funny Old World

From MEN:Police alert FA over 'gesture'

THE Football Association are to be informed of an alleged incident involving a unnamed Manchester City player at the end of Saturday`s Premiership clash against Portsmouth at Fratton Park.
Hampshire Police have stressed they are not launching an investigation, but will be liaising with the FA after being alerted by one of their officers.

From the BBC:
Man City give backing to Barton

Manchester City insist midfielder Joey Barton "made no offensive gesture" at Fratton Park following the club's 2-1 defeat against Portsmouth on Saturday.
...
"The club have not received a complaint regarding Joey Barton's behaviour," said City spokesman Paul Tyrrell.

Hampshire Police will tell the Football Association of an alleged incident involving an unnamed City player but will not hold their own investigation.

I love how it's an unnamed player, and everyone assumes it's Sir Joseph. Hell, I did too, as I was reading all the football news via my google reader feeds this morning.

I am now going to start a rumor that it was indeed one Bernardo Corradi who gave the flip under the chin Italian "fungool" sign to Redders. You heard it here first

Posted by Chrissy at 12:36 PM 1 comments    

Labels: England, English Premiership, Footballers behaving badly, Harry Rednapp, Joey Barton, Manchester City, Portsmith

From FoxSportsReds squad to have fun in sun
Liverpool have flown to Portugal for a week of warm-weather training as they are without a game this weekend.

lol. Without a game because they decided it was more important to lose to Barcalona in the Champions League than to pay attention to Domestic Cups.

Oh this MUST be what it's like to follow a team in Europe!


on a side note, FootieBird has returned to work today, for the first time in some weeks--slow updates may be ahead!

Posted by Chrissy at 10:25 AM 0 comments    

Labels: Champions League, England, English Premiership, Liverpool FC

Bolton midfielder Kevin Nolan admits to being increasingly frustrated at being overlooked by England boss Steve McClaren.

No, I'm sorry.

My title for this post makes me seem unsympathetic to his situation. Seriously though, where is Nolan's call up? He should have been there above Barton I think. I'm not sure if whining about it in the press, and writing the world's most boring column is going to help your case tho, Kev. Though, I guess the column can't hurt it exactly. Hell having someone as dull as dishwater might be attractive after Joey "I'm not going to steal your breakfast you fat prick" Barton.

At least he did score today!

To his credit, Kevin Nolan was the subject of my favorite quote from all of last year courtesy of Steven Gerrard, MBE:

It was a complete accident - he fell into me. I am mates with Kevin Nolan. He’s a good Scouser so why would I ever try to deliberately go out and hurt him?

I can not find any youtube footage of Gerro's stomp. Technology fails me again. It is here that I resist making a joke about how that stomp must have killed Nolan, as the only good Scouser is a dead one or something like that. It's dull and I'm PC-like, me!

powered by performancing firefox

Posted by Chrissy at 4:50 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Bolton, England, English Premiership, Kevin Nolan, Steven Gerrard

Posted by Chrissy at 4:22 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Manchester Amateur Sunday Football League, Timperley Big Shorts F.C.

Oasis is on VH1 Classic Right now. I have no time for Oasis--as musicians or people. But I do have time for them as football fans. This reminds me of a post that I posted in my regular blog which I'll repeat here.

Another post combining two of my favorite things… well three
Those being:
1) Footie
2) Music (Specifically New Order and Joy Division)
3) Causing trouble.

I was sent this email today from 1999 in which world renouned cnut Noel Gallagher caused some trouble at an awards ceremony.

LOADED?

I was fortunate to be at the Loaded Awards on Monday. Star attraction was Mr Noel Gallagher who picked up three awards. He dedicated the first to famed producer and City fan Rob Gretton who passed away last week. Later when Johnny Vaughan was reading out the footballer of the century, Noel shouted out “Andy Morrison!” before it was announced it was in fact George Best. Noel then proceeded to shout “Red Scum” as Best got his award, but he did take part in the standing ovation. There were also a few shouts of “Come on Wigan!” directed at Noel from the Charlatans’ table.

IRL Trolling by famous people is great! ;)

Posted by Chrissy at 9:17 AM 0 comments    

Labels: lulz, Man City, music, who the fuck are man united

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