I didn’t actually know until writing this what nitpicking came from, though I suspected something along those lines. This article isn’t quite as annoying or gross as having eggs in your hair, but it is sort of a random list of things that piss me off. Today is the Scotland-Spain game at Hampden Park (3pm EST on ESPN Deportes), so at least there’s the possibility of seeing some blaugrana boys in action, but it’s obviously not the same.
Let’s get started, though:
First, I’m going to attack Real Madrid for being afraid of their own players. Sport reported yesterday that RM included a clause in their loan deal of Royston Drenthe stating that it would cost Hercules €2m to play him against RM. Obviously that’s means a no go for Hercules who, like any club, cannot afford a €2m match. What babies. Fraidy cats. You loan out a player and you’re scared to have him play against you? Were we scared of Henrique playing for Racing on opening day? Of course not. Personally, I think Hercules should be able to start whoever they feel like starting against every team and to deny them that means you’re scared of your own players, in which case, why did you loan them out? Clausula de la vergüenza, indeed.
What’s with the need to discuss transfers in the middle of October? Are we giving up on the first half of the season already? Are we trying to fast forward to the point where rampant, unfounded speculation has a chance of being right? Or are we just so bored during international break that making shit up is the only way to get through the day? I don’t want to buy anyone in January. I don’t want to discuss buying anyone in January. Maybe we can do so in late December, but for right now, no. You don’t know, the rags don’t know, and I certainly don’t know what Pep, Zubi, and Rosell are thinking and planning. And if we did know what Pep was thinking, we’d go insane over how brilliant it is, so don’t wish that upon yourself. Just wait for it to happen and be in awe.
I really hate European international competitions. They’re like 2 years long to qualify for tournaments and they happen constantly. Sorry, but figure out a better way to do it that doesn’t require 84 international breaks a year (that’s more than 1 per week!). My first suggestion? Remove San Marino, Andorra, and the Faroe Islands from the competitions. No offense to those guys, which are probably wonderful places visit, but when you have 1 victory to your name ever (stand up, San Marino) and that victory is over Lichtenstein in a friendly, you probably shouldn’t be playing Spain, Germany, etc and causing undue strain on domestic leagues. How about some play-in games like the Champions League? That would reduce the number of matches immensely if you had some knockout qualifiers before a larger league table. So yeah, I hate European internationals despite the fact that the games themselves are quite fun.
The Chilean miners might get out of the mine tomorrow, which is amazing and wonderful and all those other ways to describe freeing miners from a collapsed mine half a mile underground. The Phoenix capsule that’s going to bring them back up is so tiny I can’t think about it for long without shaking a bit. I’m not particularly claustrophobic, but I have a fairly irrational fear that if I’m underground, the earth will collapse on me. I don’t go into caves because of it, so when I see miners trapped half a mile underground, it freaks me out. The guys who are going into the mine to help the miners out are 1) totally insane and 2) braver than I’ll ever be. I hope everyone survives the ordeal and does so with a minimum of health problems. Maybe one of them will wear the David Villa jersey as they come up. That’d be awesome.
Also, we–Barça–should fly them to the Camp Nou for a match at some point this season, when they’re capable of travel, of course, so that they can meet David Villa. That would be the hotness.
Gaby Milito pulled out of training today with a calf injury. That’s no good, but can you say “Thanks Batista for playing him 90 minutes in a friendly in Japan”? I freakin’ can.
Xavi is doubtful for Saturday’s match against Valencia thanks to his Achilles problem. We’ll know more in the coming days, but as Valencia prepares for the match without Joaquin (whose name I inexplicably spell Jaoquin every time before correcting it), we should go forward thinking we’ll be without the maestro.