So, the football season is done and dusted save for a few shitkicking play-off finals, Euro 2008 is Home Nation-less and even England's friendly with Trinidad and Tobago might be called off because of a problem with the rent book - the Trinis haven't been putting enough in the meter, or something. So it looks like, apart from the friendly with the USA, that's the end of football for the next four months. Boo. On the other hand, I do have my tickets for the Emirates Cup second day on order, so for only £40 I get to see three of the biggest club sides in Europe - Arsenal, Real Madrid and Juventus - plus Hamburg SV, who are presumably coming over to do the catering. Yay.
Still, the Champions League final was a great game and nothing like the cagy, boring affair that I've spent the week doomily predicting - the end-of-game punch-up I envisioned weeks back did come true, though, with Didier Drogba throwing a tantrum over a throw-in and slapping Nemanja Vidic like a little girl. That smug twat Ronaldo scored a goal, which was a shame, but he did miss a penalty. Also, that unspeakable cunt Cashley went back home to his ugly missus with nothing and that even more unspeakable cunt John Terry was the one that cocked it all up as well, so it all balances out, and made the match far more exciting than the reams and reams of bollocks about Council Tax bands I've spent the day fighting with. What the fuck do 1991 prices have to do with anything? Everthing, apparently, and you wouldn't believe the hoops you have to jump through to get the fucking things.
Anyway, I do feel sorry for the Zombie, he's almost inevitably going to get the boot back upstairs after this defeat and Drogba and co crying like lovestruck schoolgirls about the man from Del Monte riding into the sunset, and he really doesn't deserve it. I reckon he's done a brilliant job to pick up a team that, for all their multi-million pound squad, managed to completely cock it all in against European minnows Rosenborg and, as far as I remember, weren't doing particularly brilliantly in the league either, being bailed out only by Manchester United also having a shit start to the season. What lets him down is he doesn't look as handsome in a suit as Mourinho, which is as fucking stupid a reason for booting out a manager that took Alex Ferguson to the wire in two different competitions as I can possibly think of.
Most people seem to reckon it's Rijkaard coming in for him, obviously because he's managed to work such miracles at Barca this season. Fucking up 4 - 1 to Real Zaragoza earlier in the season being a particular highlight, if memory serves me correctly. Obviously that makes him vastly more qualified. Somehow.
Oh well, the first big signing of the close season (which I suppose only started about two hours ago) looks like being Sami Nasri going to Arsenal, obviously to replace the Inter-bound Aliaksandr Hleb. Nothing's nailed on yet but everywhere I look seems to be shouting about it, so something somewhere must be up, and I can't say I blame Wenger - he's better than Hleb. Now if he can just see his way clear to shipping Eboue out to Ebbsfleet on a year-long loan next season, Arsene might actually win something next year.
Fuck off John Terry.
Goodnight.
Still, the Champions League final was a great game and nothing like the cagy, boring affair that I've spent the week doomily predicting - the end-of-game punch-up I envisioned weeks back did come true, though, with Didier Drogba throwing a tantrum over a throw-in and slapping Nemanja Vidic like a little girl. That smug twat Ronaldo scored a goal, which was a shame, but he did miss a penalty. Also, that unspeakable cunt Cashley went back home to his ugly missus with nothing and that even more unspeakable cunt John Terry was the one that cocked it all up as well, so it all balances out, and made the match far more exciting than the reams and reams of bollocks about Council Tax bands I've spent the day fighting with. What the fuck do 1991 prices have to do with anything? Everthing, apparently, and you wouldn't believe the hoops you have to jump through to get the fucking things.
Anyway, I do feel sorry for the Zombie, he's almost inevitably going to get the boot back upstairs after this defeat and Drogba and co crying like lovestruck schoolgirls about the man from Del Monte riding into the sunset, and he really doesn't deserve it. I reckon he's done a brilliant job to pick up a team that, for all their multi-million pound squad, managed to completely cock it all in against European minnows Rosenborg and, as far as I remember, weren't doing particularly brilliantly in the league either, being bailed out only by Manchester United also having a shit start to the season. What lets him down is he doesn't look as handsome in a suit as Mourinho, which is as fucking stupid a reason for booting out a manager that took Alex Ferguson to the wire in two different competitions as I can possibly think of.
Most people seem to reckon it's Rijkaard coming in for him, obviously because he's managed to work such miracles at Barca this season. Fucking up 4 - 1 to Real Zaragoza earlier in the season being a particular highlight, if memory serves me correctly. Obviously that makes him vastly more qualified. Somehow.
Oh well, the first big signing of the close season (which I suppose only started about two hours ago) looks like being Sami Nasri going to Arsenal, obviously to replace the Inter-bound Aliaksandr Hleb. Nothing's nailed on yet but everywhere I look seems to be shouting about it, so something somewhere must be up, and I can't say I blame Wenger - he's better than Hleb. Now if he can just see his way clear to shipping Eboue out to Ebbsfleet on a year-long loan next season, Arsene might actually win something next year.
Fuck off John Terry.
Goodnight.
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