Keepy Ups

Posted by Chrissy at 9:27 PM 0 comments    

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

Posted by Chrissy at 7:42 PM 0 comments    

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)

Posted by Chrissy at 10:19 AM 0 comments    

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."

Posted by Chrissy at 8:22 AM 0 comments    

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!"

Posted by Chrissy at 8:06 AM 2 comments    

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!

Posted by Chrissy at 1:10 PM 0 comments    

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.

Posted by Chrissy at 3:03 PM 0 comments    

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

Posted by Chrissy at 11:22 PM 0 comments    

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

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Posted by Chrissy at 8:54 PM 0 comments    

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