Showing posts with label Luis Suarez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luis Suarez. Show all posts

Monday, 22 April 2013

Liverpool v Chelsea: Reality Bites

The moment Suarez realises he did
not bite Ivanovic hard enough

How was this weekend’s football ever going to live up to all the excitement of last weekend where a man squared up to a horse, and Aguero played proctologist for a day? Saturday limped through with nothing more than QPR and Reading playing chicken with points, and Arsenal doing what they could to make the race for top four interesting. And then came Sunday ....

Rain soaked and crammed into tiny pubs all around Anfield, Chelsea watched as seven minutes was all it took for Spurs to turn Chelsea's match with Liverpool from probably should win into absolutely have to win. It was about as positive a sign as was a manager being in charge of the club in his former ground hearing what sounded like applause for the first time for him this season. Or was that merely interim applause?

Either way as supporters made their way in they were treated with a lot of pomp and circumstance and a minute’s applause for fear that the ne’re-do-well Chelsea supporters ruin their moment again. A woman who’d spent her life fighting for the justice of her son’s lost life warranted that moment. People who lost their lives while punishing their bodies for the good of a number of charities deserved their moment. Linking the two tragedies was crass, inappropriate at minimum.

The match was always going to be a lively one on and off the pitch. And despite some cynical thoughts that may have transversed by imagination, the lineup wasn’t the Southampton-style horror show I had anticipated. However, with such a delicate constitution and not being cup tied for Thursday, the mask of Torres should have been a spectator for this occasion only. This moment could have tipped the balance just enough to be even more powerful than the influence that masochistic accessory.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Fight the Power: Don Fabio Stands By His Man


Smoking a pipe (not a euphemism) and reading 
us all tales from Masterpiece theatre



Breaking News: Sir Howard of Webb has a shocker and it favours Manchester United. In other news, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and I may or may not be recovering from some sort of hangover.*

Doing the dignified thing and waiting until emotions were not running high, and I could again form a comprehensive sentence has caused somewhat of a delay in getting this published, but no matter. The kinetic forces of Jose Bosingwa and Howard Webb being on the pitch at the very same time ensured that Chelsea were never getting out of this fixture with a clean sheet. I’m sure a snowflake just got in Webb’s eye and he missed Danny Welbeck having a look down at Ivanovic’s foot before having a leap over it in a worse acting performance than even the last Underworld film brought into the world.

Before getting all riled up again, let’s all just sit back and remember *that* goal from our teeny tiny Spaniard. Yes, I even mean you United fans who continue to put yourself through reading this.... You’re all going to need this happy memory as it all gets a bit tetchy from here.
I’m not one to ever have a go at the press here or anywhere else, but the sensationalising / PC bollocks needs to stop. The booing at the end of the match was not booing the club, the players, the manager or anyone else except the spectacular performance of that bald headed ‘completely unbiased’ twat referee Tom Henning Overbo Howard Webb. But the commentary on the rest of the booing is the one far more concerning. Chelsea supporters booed Rio Ferdinand. So? How is this even a story? First, if this was about the race accusations, surely, it would have made far more sense to boo Anton last week at Loftus Road rather than save it for his brother. That aside, Rio’s a gobby c*&t who plays for a rival club (AND formerly of Leeds and West Ham fame!) who’s been disruptive and had negative things to say about the club’s captain? Black or white, that player is going to get booed. If there are going to be stories like this, why not take it a step further can complain of the xenophobia shown towards the sheep shaggers Welsh players like Bellamy or the booing Scholes got for also being a ginger twat gobby...OK, I’ll stop there. Ferdinand has been booed before and he’ll be booed again.
It’s not getting any prettier from here. There’s a elephant on your screen (and yes, *that* picture at the top DOES count). But it’s the reason for the booing, it’s the reason that JT was sat next to Ramires and hugging him on camera** John Terry seems to be having some sort of never ending Groundhog Day that we are all being subjected to. Last week a player was not going to shake his hand. This week he’s been stripped of the England Captaincy. It’s all SO very two years ago. I had a lot to say about it then and am tempted to just cut and paste my views from then. Although much of my vitriol was directed at Capello for being a puppet and caving to FA pressure for something he clearly did not want to do. So, because he’s finally found his own cojones I have to actually write something new.
I realise the FA has always rather someone else hold the captaincy whether it be someone who fails drugs tests, someone who shags granny prostitutes and their own English Rose, someone who assaults DJs on camera and has simply abysmal taste in music. I can see how NONE of these men would be a mar on England’s international reputation. Since they were so keen to see one of these men with the armband they should have leapt at the opportunity to strip JT of it four months ago. However, they have now waited until court dates have been set, ones that everyone knew would be delayed until the summer, and opted not only to strip him of captaincy but ensure no due process by laying down their own verdict. The FA in their continuing ineptitude have ensured that John Terry cannot have a fair trial as no juror in the country will have not heard and be prejudiced by their assessment of the situation. These are no longer “footballing reasons” (I’m looking at you Mr. Holt), these are issues which could impact the future life and career of a man. I’m sure a value held dear in this country is one of a man to be presumed innocent until proven guilty. Well done The FA you utter twunts.
Of course flicking the vee’s at them, outside of Stamford Bridge is of course Fabio Capello who not only believes in this principle, checked his own contract to see if he could over rule them. Failing that he’s taken to the press to let everyone know, armband or not, Terry is still his captain. Take that next one who has to actually wear the armband. Lucky for everyone Ferdinand graciously bowed out, in no way looking like a complete and presumptuous ass. As many of you other twitterites have, I too have ruled myself out as next England captain. I had as much chance of Ferdinand, and now knowing that Terry is Fabio’s one true captain, it just didn’t feel like the right time to take the armband. Instead I’ve opted to watch the game Michael Owen style - from my sofa.***
And if you’re still reading and want to think about something other than Chelsea, Manchester United, England, racism, well, you’re almost in luck. Luis Suarez returned to Liverpool’s lineup last night. For those of us who just could not be bothered with 3D, we got to hear him portrayed as some sort of returning hero as he nearly scored and it could have been a ‘fairy tale’ return. I’ve read a lot of fairytales in my day and at no point does any prince sit out of a quest as punishment for an accusation of racism. For those of you lucky enough to look like a twat in glasses while watching the game, the more accurate discussion of marred reputations was given. That of course is a sidebar to the actual contribution that was Suarez’ which was kicking Scotty ‘next captain of England’ Parker in the stomach in an attempt to prove he’s not racist, he’s just a dirty c%&t. But with that fixture as it was, the only thing that anyone will take away from it was the best player on the pitch all night was the cat who mugged off Sp*rs entire defence, showing Andy Carroll just how it’s done.
And in the imminent words of Chuck D and Flavor Flav ‘our freedom of speech is freedom or death’
Peace out
jb xx
* Howard Webb can safely be blamed for that one too.
** From the Sepp Blatter Handbook of ‘How to Not Look Racist’
*** Pub.

Tuesday, 18 October 2011

Red Cards, England Strikers and a Stroppy Frenchman .... Nothing New

Olympic Diving 2012: Team Douche


Finally the giant ‘time out’ that is the international break is over and I have something to do on the weekend again. There weren’t even any dishy rumours to keep us going until the league matches began again this weekend. And let’s be honest, Rooney getting a red card for being a petulant twat is as much news as the rain in Scotland. If only there had been some other global tournament that England could embarrass themselves by exiting in the quarter finals to keep me going....

Back to the league where the men are men and the mouthbreathers refuse to play.

Some of you may have been mildly dismayed (just let me have this one...) at my lack of Bolton - Chelsea blog. However, the men of the Chelsea FanCast allowed me to waffle on about Frank on their actual podcast rather than have to, you know, write it down etc and so on...

*Blantant self promotion contained immediately below*


http://podcasts.footballfancast.com/chelsea_fancast/


Anyways, thanks to one of my very good friends, I got to spend this weekend’s fixture in the ever posh West Stand. It is everything you’ve heard it to be. I mean, I thought the stewards in full black tie was a bit excessive for a football match, buy why not? Right?
A team managed by a feisty Scot and captained by a son of Neville Neville, was always going to be a difficult affair. Everton had managed five success draws at Stamford Bridge, and for the opening 20 minutes, it really did not look like that was going to change. However, as soon as the man I said would find a way through - found a way through it became arguably one of Chelsea’s most comfortable games of the season so far. Juan Mata spread himself around so much that at one point he was nice enough to get me a drink and share the seat next to me. But I digress.
I actually am in need of some help here. I’m confused (about SO many things, but let’s just stick to football shall we). It is both annoyed and bemused me that Fabio Capello has ignored our star striker for so long. How he has not yet made the England squad is beyond my comprehension. But with Rooney now ruling himself out of the group stages at Euro to braid his hair or something, we have a striker who constantly wants the ball, will play in the centre or at the right, and you know, scores lots of f*%^£*@g goals. In my meager estimation, that should pretty much make him an automatic selection. But I am trying to think like a man who thought Emile Heskey was the answer to every question posed of England in the World Cup.
And up north there is currently a battle between two of the most repugnant individuals around. And no, it’s not Rio Ferdinand versus Piers Morgan Part CIXVII. It’s Patrice Evra v Luis Suarez. How does anyone really pick a side here. And it stems from Evra accusing someone of racism, because he’s never done that before. With his high cheekbones and perfectly groomed facial hair, I’m not sure he’s exactly got the street cred to be at the centre of all racism. However, he is accusing someone who feels its ok to actually bite people after the age of 2. I know Suarez has an unfair advantage when it comes to teeth, but he’s really just taking the p*ss there. This one is definitely to be continued...but does anyone care? 
Mini-poll: with a gun to your head, who’s side would you take? 
It may only be October gift, but we have already been given a Christmas gift that will keep on giving - Mario Balotelli will be planning Manchester City’s Chrimbo Party. You’re Welcome.
Happy Champions League week!
jb xx
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