In the wake of a series of fascinating recent matches in which opponents have essentially tried to kick us off the pitch, it’s interesting that we can look to the rough-and-tumble Premiership, to show us how it’s done:
–In Spurs v Portsmouth, Jermain Defoe steps on a downed defender who had just given him a hard challenge. Straight red, no debate, no argument.
–In the Liverpool/Villa match, the ref who allowed the “beach ball” goal, Mike Jones, will be officiating in the Championship next match weekend. Yes, refs can be relegated for poor decision-making, and frankly, should be.
Contrast that with the stiff-lipped gits who run the Liga, who decided that the dimwit who let Weligton kick, swing at and stomp his way though that Maulaga match, is all good in the hood. It was a shameful display then and it’s even more shameful now, in light of what I think any Liga devotee would say was a “no blood, no foul” league, cracking down on behavior that might injure a player, while also making sure that bad officiating does indeed get its just desserts.
Not that the aforementioned two decisions will do anything at all to make the Liga stop being run like a local indoor league, that doesn’t care if anyone shoves their way into the 127-person capacity gym to watch the matches.
That “hee haw” sound you hear is jackasses, braying en Espanol.
—Thong Boy has come out and said what we already know, which is that Messi deserves the Ballon d’Or. No shit, Sherlock. What say you hook us up with some information that isn’t tantamount to “the sun rises in the east,” eh? Oh. He also said that right now, we are a better team than the Evil Empire. Whew! I have to sit down after the mind-boggling revelations being offered up by the knocked-up Portuguese attacker. Next he’ll be telling me there’s such a thing as sliced bread, and I’ll have to go to the oxygen tent to calm my hyperventilating lungs. Criminy!
—Guillem Balgue, of the “commerce available to you” blog site, says that Robinho to us isn’t going to happen, because there hasn’t been any contact regarding that matter between the two clubs. Guess he has Txiki B on speed dial, and all the world’s press is just making this stuff up.
–Which means the rumors that if Citeh can lure Franck Ribery to their lair as a replacement for Robinho are just one giant, steaming pile of bovine bollocks, right? Right? Just checking.
–And why is Sport insisting that the pace of the Robinho negotiations with Citeh has accelerated, with an eye toward having the loan deal (yes, loan) wrapped up by the beginning of November, middle at the latest.
–And the Daily Mail says that we’re giving up on Cesc Fabregas too. So there.
–In real news, Gabi Milito practiced normally with the squad, to the strains of much rejoicing. Because that’s what we need, right? Another world-class defender. Wonder if he can play forward? This is actually very, very good news for us, because Milito means that we can field a number of combo platter back lines, all ox-strong and raring to go.
–Happy 30th to La Masia the strong, squat-looking little building that sits unnoticed off to the side of the Camp Nou. The travesti indigenous businesspeople don’t even go over there, so strong are the vibes of excellence that emanate from that joint. It’s where young champions are made from humble beginnings, and we love it.
–Will he or won’t he? Zlatan Ibrahimovic trained normally with the club, and is now slated to be on the pitch to work his magic against Rubin Kazan. So let’s wait and see. My guess is that he won’t start, and won’t even play unless something crazy happens like Rubin scoring a goal …. or us desperately needing one to avoid a 0-0 draw. And he shouldn’t. Let sleeping BANGS heal, I say. The season is long. Why risk him when we don’t have to?