
Oh men of fiery hearts and views apassion, harken to me this rhyme.......As weathered steel on an anvil, we temper our wounds on acid lime .......Against darkness the light shall shine brighter ....... If thought’s raw ore to chests clutched tighter ....... Our convictions might stay convictions, but those that follow a crime
Is exactly the kinda shit you wont be reading on this blog (yes we are aware it is a blog and is obligated to contain self-clicked pictures of silent landscapes that stir the soul and heart rending passages of self-discovery that drip pathos...by drip we mean ooze like sugary syrup, not the slow leaking of nice looking dew... which would anyway feature in said self-clicked pictures). It was just there so I could say following wisdom in an overstated gay way that safely distances me from any intention of sounding wise : All football fanatics must annually baptize themselves in the cleansing rivers of ridicule and criticism to renew their fanaticism... So this is my annual baptism Anti-Barca Rant : STUPID BARCA I HATE THEM THEYRE SO GOOD THEYRE TOO AMAZING SO I HATE THEM BECAUSE I SUCK.. Unfortunately that wasn’t it... just tried to see if I could get away with only that, but don’t feel too cleansed yet..worth a shot.
People with enough perspective have now replaced “antics” with “antiques” for anything Jose does these days. I’d be interested to read a news report where he didn’t do something childish and churlish before/after games, but seeing as how my inter dimensional crossover machine went bust (when I said “pullll ze switch” Igor pulled it out of the socket...he’s dead now...OR IS HE!!! **lightning thunder**
To take my baptism one step further, I will now unsheathe (still not what she said..) a pro-Gunner statement – Cesc came away from last night with a small piece of vaguely respectable who-cares apathy saying “It happens”, of course this was after hamming it up for a not-so-horrible foul in the first place, so I guess it was too small a piece (fine now that’s what she said...). But I am looking forward to Sunday night to watch how Cesc gets adjusted onto the right flank (in the 77th minute... before you wonder how he’s on the pitch at all), yesterday’s match doesn’t seem to show any intention of switching to 3 at the back, and there is no way Xavi’s creativity will be sacrificed by making him sole anchor, which means Pedro/Villa are out. 4-4-2 without midfielders giving any kind of width...what a stupid idea...I love it!!!
Which doesn’t in any way mean I’m abandoning my 3 at the back desire. Abidal at left back yesterday was like water out of fish...or was it the other way around... He was always the one to play RM's skulking poachers onside, and running around in circles frequently hovering confusedly between the winger on the touchline and the forward down the middle almost like a Defender strung out at LeftBa...oh wait that’s what he is... If Pep’s anyway using Mascherano as Suppandi errand boy doing odd jobs wherever possible, why not blood him as leftback, although I’d much prefer Adriano/Puyol anyday, and shift awesomEric back to Central D. The main case for a back 3 remains that Villa and Pedro are way too critical to the way Barca play, and that Alexis offers too much of what they missed last year, so sacrificing any of these 3 for Cesc seems unlikely. But then, them actually going and paying a bucketload of money for a 4th choice Central MF seemed unlikelier still.. The important thing here is... my catharsis is over and I'm feeling fanatical already! JOSE MORONHO the dung of a thousand camels should descend upon you...
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