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Skipper Clint Dempsey has been ruled out of this Euro-trip of friendlies against Denmark and Switzerland. As everyone will now wonder how they'd line 'em up with him gone, I will start: with so many wingers on hand, I'd simply slide Bedoya to the #10 spot ahead of free roamer Bradley and gate hound Williams. By the way, for anyone going to Zurich for the game, it is wholly worth the 50-60 minute lake-side drive to eat "Chicken in a Basket" at Restaurant Schlüssel - no lie. You could put that sauce on a shoe and wolf it whole.
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In soccer, the clearest example of this happened at English club Southampton in 2005, when Sir Clive Woodward, a World Cup-winning coach with England’s rugby union team – and data-obsessed – was appointed technical director. It was a tense season, mainly because there was little buy-in from the head coach Harry Redknapp, who (to put it kindly) is more intuitive. After Southampton lost one game 3-2 to Luton Town, Redknapp turned to rookie performance analyst Simon Wilson and said: “I’ll tell you what, next week, why don’t we get your computer to play against their computer and see who wins?” (These days, Wilson is manager of strategic performance at Manchester City and Redknapp is not working.)
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African AIDS cum posted:By the way, for anyone going to Zurich for the game, it is wholly worth the 50-60 minute lake-side drive to eat "Chicken in a Basket" at Restaurant Schlüssel - no lie. You could put that sauce on a shoe and wolf it whole. Not sure what's wrong with this. Pollo al Cestello is amazing.
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Coohoolin posted:Not sure what's wrong with this. Pollo al Cestello is amazing. Thanks for your feedback, to be honest it was directed at those with a little more intellectual horsepower than yourself, in fact the post was selected for its unique combination of such elements as the American soccer fans usage of made up terms like "free roamer" and "gate hound", the writer injecting himself into the matter, and an incongruous food reference, all in under 100 words. I find that in totality it has a certain je nais se quoi that makes it worth a quick read.
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African AIDS cum posted:Thanks for your feedback, to be honest it was directed at those with a little more intellectual horsepower than yourself, in fact the post was selected for its unique combination of such elements as the American soccer fans usage of made up terms like "free roamer" and "gate hound", the writer injecting himself into the matter, and an incongruous food reference, all in under 100 words. I find that in totality it has a certain je nais se quoi that makes it worth a quick read. I have no complaints about the parts I didn't quote. Please post more comments from Americans not understanding football, they're very entertaining.
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Coohoolin posted:I have no complaints about the parts I didn't quote. Please post more comments from Americans not understanding football, they're very entertaining. Then I apologize for lashing out, please aware me on Pollo al Cestello and I'll see what I can dig up in the mean time.
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African AIDS cum posted:Then I apologize for lashing out, please aware me on Pollo al Cestello and I'll see what I can dig up in the mean time. It's the best thing. Go to Switzerland and find some. 
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That looks like the poo poo I took after eating the Phaal at Brick Lane curry house NYC this past weekend.
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Coohoolin posted:It's the best thing. Go to Switzerland and find some. what the gently caress is that
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blue footed boobie posted:what the gently caress is that It looks like a fetus.
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blue footed boobie posted:what the gently caress is that socialism
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African AIDS cum posted:Skipper Clint Dempsey has been ruled out of this Euro-trip of friendlies against Denmark and Switzerland. As everyone will now wonder how they'd line 'em up with him gone, I will start: with so many wingers on hand, I'd simply slide Bedoya to the #10 spot ahead of free roamer Bradley and gate hound Williams. The Joker is loose... POW! BAM! SHA-BANG! Yup, Armenian Premier League top gun Cesar Romero fired a pretty 73rd minute decider at Banants on Sunday to give FC Pyunik a four-point cushion at the top of the table. The goal was his 18th on the league season and the victory was the eighth in a row for the Phoenix (not sure is that is actually their nickname, but Pyunik means Phoenix in Armenian and one stands on their crest). And if you check the right column, you may notice his goal total jumped three instead of one; that is because he also bagged the opening double as Pyunik grabbed a 3-1 home leg win in their midweek cup semifinal opener.
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chuggo is BACK posted:The Joker is loose... POW! BAM! SHA-BANG! This is bad but I'm curious as to how a 25 year old Mexican ended up playing in Armenia.
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Shrapnig posted:This is bad but I'm curious as to how a 25 year old Mexican ended up playing in Armenia. Took the wrong exit off the ventura freeway
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African AIDS cum posted:Took the wrong exit off the ventura freeway Lol
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Man U missing out on the champions league 14/15 reduced worldwide TV sales of the franchise. UEFA issues an instruction to the English FA to ensure Man U's participation in the 15/16 CL FA instructs refs to give man U huge benefit of the doubt. FA sees Liverpool's charge up the league and possibility of knocking man U out of 4th spot. FA hatches plan with Man U to Liverpool's challenge by provoking Liverpool players and getting them sent off. FA puts Atkinson under instruction to ignore provocative challenges and violent conduct by man U on Liverpool players but to harshly punish any retaliation. FA instructs Atkinson not to mention the Skrtel in report so that it can take action.
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PirateBob posted:Man U missing out on the champions league 14/15 reduced worldwide TV sales of the franchise. Is this an excerpt from the traffordcast?
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fat gay nonce posted:Is this an excerpt from the traffordcast? It's Tarbrush's blog.
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PirateBob posted:Man U missing out on the champions league 14/15 reduced worldwide TV sales of the franchise. Agreed.
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Listen here, lad, Don’t think for a tinker’s red second that I don’t know exactly how you feel, finding an email from me. I know, Cristiano. If there’s one thing they could say about me, it’s that I always knew what my boys were feeling — better than they did, most times, not that it took a chess master to out-think Gary Pallister. And yes, son, you’re still one of my boys. Now and always. Not a transfer fee on earth’ll win you a move from that club. So quit grimacing at your screen like a Kirkcaldy bricklayer with his first taste of chicken vindaloo. Sit down and pay attention. Bloody laptop’s probably got rhinestones on it. Point is, I know how the gears are turning in that shiny little clock of yours. Old man’s lost it, you’re thinking, contacting me after all this time. I’m sat here on a park bench with a copy of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde on my knee (Stevenson, and yes, I recommend it) and you’re more an open book to me than it is. You need shaking up, son. You’re in a poor way. Every time I flip the telly on lately, which isn’t often, but every time I do, you’re on there, suffering bad news. You were ahead of Messi, what was it? Twenty goals to seven in November, and now he’s surpassed you. Your Real Madrid boys were a shoo-in for the title, and now you’ve gone and lost to Barcelona. You’ve fallen four points back. They’re saying your head’s gone off because you split up with some swimsuit woman. They’re saying you had a birthday party for yourself the night your team lost to Atlético 4-0. Well, I don’t know how they do things in that Spain of yours. But if one of my players had thrown a party after losing like that to City, they’d have needed a road grader to scrape what was left of him out of the pavement. I love you, Cristiano. Always did. No shame in that. Retirement gives you time to look around, find the size of what matters to you. You catch yourself saying it more, not to remind yourself (you don’t need a reminder), but because it’s something solid you can go back to. Everything is water; well, here’s the rock. And the rock for me is my boys. Not all of you, but some of you. Ryan. Paul. Roy, though I’d never tell him. The best of you. I suppose I ought to question why the players I loved were the players who helped me win trophies, but I don’t. Excellence is a quality in a person, the same as intelligence or mercy. If you’re attuned to it, you can see it burning in a man’s chest, like a hot coal. That’s what I love, that burning. Other people took one look at you and thought you’d be flash or soft, thought you spent all your time shopping for pants. Not me. I saw your heart, right through the bars of your rib cage. And it glowed, boy. How it glowed. David Beckham said something to me once that I’ve never forgotten. I was in my office, enjoying a glass of the ’94 Margaux — not a great wine, but a decent wine, the Michael Carrick of wines, and worth savoring. David walked by looking, as usual, like the interest rate on the world’s most erotic bank loan, with a tinny sound leaking straight out of his headphones. Fzzzz bip bip, fzzzz bip bip. You get the picture. I told him in no uncertain terms to disport himself elsewhere as his feckless children’s music was taking the bloom off my bordeaux. “Sorry, boss,” he said, looking sheepish. “But this 808 has a beat that could kick-start the Death Star.” Now, I have not one blessed clue what any of those words mean. Safer not to know. But they come back to me from time to time, the way words do. I’ll see a butterfly, say, fzzzz-bipping across a meadow, and I’ll think, That little 808 has a beat that could kick-start the Death Star. The first time I saw you, son, I thought the same thing. The way you ran, and ran, and ran, always fluttering a little, never doing exactly what anyone would expect. It was light, what you did, it was wafting, but you could feel it in the hollow of your gut, too, like the hint of a storm coming. Death Star, prepare to be kick-started. You were a bit like a butterfly yourself, Cristiano, if a butterfly had pace, a grenade launcher, and the worst of intentions. When you missed the penalty in Moscow, when the world saw you like that, weeping and laid flat out in the mud — well, it was a bit like Dr. Jekyll, wasn’t it? There was the outer person, and there was the creature within. In your case, to be fair, the outer person was a coiffed water-skier with a gold-chain problem. But it meant nothing, because the creature within … that was the howling beast of rage and desire that burst out on the Luzhniki sod. In that moment of supreme failure, the world saw the burning thing that drove you — what I’d seen all along. How could I not have loved you after that, if I hadn’t loved you already? Half the world misunderstood, of course. Half the world always will. That was what José, your countryman, never recognized — that when you step foot in any room, half the people there will simply be dead to you, like limbs you can’t will to move. José thought he could put on his tap-dancing suit and twinkle like the sugarplum fairy and decide how the crowd would react. For me, mind games were only about two things, ever. Figuring out who the dead ones were, and making sure they stayed that way. So what did it matter if you were mocked as much as you were loved? A player with your talent has a target on him the size of a fat ewe’s buttocks. They called you a ponce or a princess; so what? They called me a bully and a drunk. Many’s the night I’d lay down the paper and think, Pity I was born with this hearing defect — I’m deaf to what dead people say. The living ones, son, they knew you. The living ones recognized what you were. I’m going to the trouble of telling you all this so you’ll know that it’s for your own good that I tell you the next thing, which is to GET AHOLD ON YOURSELF BEFORE YOU GO AND COCK IT UP. You’re hanging off the cliff’s edge, boy. You may not know it, but you are. I’ve seen the signs often enough. You think it’ll never end, you think football is your own pink balloon. Then a patch of trouble hits and the next thing you know you’re Dimitar Berbatov in a world without nicotine. Be careful how you proceed. Real Madrid v Schalke 04 - UEFA Champions League You’re out of balance. Your parts aren’t lining up. Gareth Bale isn’t the problem; Gareth Bale is an excuse. Your trouble, son, is that you’re afraid to be hated. You can take it, because you’re strong. Have to be, to do what you’ve done. But you have to face up to it every time. You can’t just chomp a stick of gum and scowl it off. I’m sorry to say it, but … you care. Your outer person wants to be a golden prince. But there’s room for only one prince in that league of yours, and it never will be you. And it weakens you, a little at a time. I remember something else David Beckham once said to me. We were at a charity auction. The star player and the manager, obligation to the community, bubbles and tuxedos, you can set the scene. David in black tie, like a lingering fart of the angel Gabriel. And I remember he kept bidding on writing desks. It started because he saw, oh, some Empire secretary he thought Victoria could use as a wrapping station for the baby’s Christmas presents. Debenham? Naples? I forget their little ones’ names. But after he won it, he kept bidding. Writing desk after writing desk he bought. Thousands upon thousands of pounds. And I thought, I know David has a soft heart, but he does not feel this strongly about the endangered Manitoban pine bat. And that wife of his cannot need 36 antiques just to wrap little Polynesia’s Erector set. So I asked him what in the mustard-scented hell he thought he was doing. And indicating with a nod a bespectacled and nonthreatening Mancunian solicitor with whom he was apparently vying for the latest Louis the whichevereth bureau, he bopped his head from side to side with a display of pure insouciance and said, “Scared to death and scared to look, they shook, ’cause ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks.” Again, not a shard of comprehension do I possess about the meaning of this sentence. But I think its wisdom shines through. Boy, you want to have the nicest clothes, the prettiest girl, the best parties, the whitest boat, the most reflective sunglasses. You want people to look at you and say, Yes, like that. But that isn’t how people see you. Not the dead ones, anyway. Your tiny Argentine rival is foreordained to be the fairy-tale prince. I’m sorry, but it’s true. The harder you try, the harder you press down on the demon in your stomach, the more you doom yourself to being a halfway crook. So you have two options, son, and it’s time to make your choice. Don’t forget, I see all the way through you. One path leads to dominance; the other leads to ruin and a very white boat. You can go on as you are, and slowly grow weaker and weaker. Or? Well, what does Dr. Jekyll do when he drinks the smoking potion? What happens when you give way to the creature within? What can you be, if not the fairy-tale prince? That’s right, Cristiano. You can be yourself. You can be the monster. Fond regards — and don’t bother writing back; I won’t read it, Sir Alex Ferguson, CBE, etc.
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Someone got paid to write their weird fanfiction as an article. Grantland is so loving awful.
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gently caress me that's on a proper website, not just a forum? Whoever wrote that is mentally ill.
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jyrka posted:gently caress me that's on a proper website, not just a forum? Whoever wrote that is mentally ill. It's on grantland, yeah. And hell, at least someone got a paycheck for this poo poo. I'd be more worried if it were a simple forums post.
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I'm sorry but I can't accept the premise that Alex Ferguson knows how to send an email
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Wengy posted:Listen here, lad, Haha end my life
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Here, enjoy a piece from 2007 or so by Grantland's editor-in-chief, blowhard 80's movie aficionado Bill "The Sports Guy" Simmons Choosing my EPL team quote:Goal No. 1: Avoid the whole "jumping on the bandwagon" thing. I didn't want to be like those losers in the mid-'70s who started rooting for the Cowboys or Steelers just because they were winning. In his section on Arsenal: quote:• Signature Players: The world's best scorer (French striker Thierry Henry, a buddy of Tony Parker's), 17-year-old wunderkind Theo Walcott (the LeBron of the EPL) and crazy German keeper Jens Lehmann (you might remember him from the Cup). He chose Spurs TheBigAristotle fucked around with this message at 18:36 on Mar 27, 2015 |
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(Important note: Instead of "captain" and "coach," they use the words "skipper" and "manager" in the EPL.)
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TheBigAristotle posted:Here, enjoy a piece from 2007 or so by Grantland's editor-in-chief, blowhard 80's movie aficionado Bill "The Sports Guy" Simmons i got two points down before i knew he was picking liverpool or arsenal, and frankly i shouldve just known that from the beginning
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tbp posted:i got two points down before i knew he was picking liverpool or arsenal, and frankly i shouldve just known that from the beginning He wrote a while back when FSG bought Liverpool that he was considering switching favorites because of the Red Sox, Boston, brand synergy and all that
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TheBigAristotle posted:Here, enjoy a piece from 2007 or so by Grantland's editor-in-chief, blowhard 80's movie aficionado Bill "The Sports Guy" Simmons Close the thread, salt the earth so nothing can grow here again
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Best fitting in Sol Campbell – telling Shooting Gazetteabout politics: “I’m helping the Conservatives on various issues”; and shooting. “I do like the attire, style is important to me … This year I shot about 30 birds … a mixture of birds. The banter was just lovely.”
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