October 22, 2009
Holy water, Chelsea scare me!
There is only one club in London. And, although I have absolutely real affiliation with Arsenal, they are still the team I support. And I still chirp like a Londoner would. Funny, though. Most Arsenal fans don’t actually come from London. Don’t you just love branding and marketing?
Anyway, what I am getting it is….I have taken a fancy to the Chelsea pub in Cape Town. It’s a lovely little spot called Mitchell’s Brewery at the Waterfront and while they have awesome pints, they also serve awesome food. We went there last night to watch the game (which I didn’t really since I was pretty hammered by the time they kicked off) and I am really worried. Chelsea are looking like a bit of a juggernaut. Aston Villa showed that they can be beaten but then it just turns to a case of the walking wounded. I am really, really worried. I still hate them. Not just cause of the heartbreak they caused during the FA Cup last year but just because I hate them. Frank Lampard is a chav and John Terry is a mongrel.
On a differnt note, and I’ll definitely write more on this later, but the mister today referred to my take on Trinidad & Tobago as romantic. And not just because I’ve been cooing over Daren Ganga (so sexy!!) for the past few weeks.
No, it’s a romantic story. Beautifully romantic, it warms my heart. No talent in the Caribbean? Sodd off. Good on you boys for making it to the final.
October 21, 2009
What’s with the cat and mouse thing?
I can’t lie, I get bored very quickly. If I sit in the same position too long I get bored and have to change. I can’t walk or drive the same route twice. It’s simply too boring.
The irony of it all is that I came to be an Arsenal fan. Boring, boring Arsenal. How? Not quite sure, I think it’s that smooth, sexy passing style which is kind of like a cat with a mouse in its claw. Look here it is! Nah, we lied, I’ve got it now. But I’m not going to shoot, no, no. I am going to casually walk it into the net.
I dunno what it is but it’s pretty appealing to me.
That was evident last night in the first few minutes of Arsenal’s game against Dutch Champions Az Alkmaar. Then it all went to shit. They should have pummeled them, ripped them a new one, whatever you want to call it.
Instead they thought showing up will be enough for a win. The Dutch champs had won five and lost five in the Eredivisie, shouldn’t have been a simple task for Arsenal, right?
After the the first goal, fizzle, drizzling their way their Arsenal shut up shop and though that prancing around like fairies will be ok. If you’re a team that tends to leak goals due to your own stupidity you should have at least a 2-0 lead by half time. But not the Gunners. They never wanted it and they should have just lost, not just drawn thanks to an offside free kick with 45 seconds to go. 45 Seconds!
Being the favourites and pitching up won’t get you anything other than embarrassment.
At least Liverpool’s two man team managed to score this time around. But they still lost. Shame
October 17, 2009
but they said we were playing
So I managed to brew the perfect cup of Kenyan coffee and, idiotically, drank it. Now I’m awake before my night shift and kicking myself in the head for it.
Asshole dog and I went out for a stroll. Well, I was strolling and he was chasing anything that moved and upon our return I saw the news about the bomb threats in India. At the cricket. I can’t lie, it left me feeling just a little bit sick.
While we all know that long gone are the days where cricket was considered a gentleman’s game it’s a sad state of affairs when politics and humanity start to infringe upon our sport.
Most of us watch sport to escape, relax and get away from real life while a team we either have an allegiance to or absolutely no affiliation with entertains us. This is how heroes, legends, role models are born but there is always an asshole in the equation that’ll ruin it for everyone.
Like the attack on the Sri Lankans in Pakistan, like the Hansie Cronje match-fixing scandals and like Pakistani politicians prodding the fire – just like that a silly bomb threat ruined what could have been a lovely day out for everyone. And while writers, journalist and couch commentators will write, moan and groan about this until they are blue in the face, there is no shying away from the fact that it’s a pity the human race has gone to shit.
Nobody was hurt and we should be thankful. There probably wasn’t even a bomb – maybe just somebody protesting the absence of Shahid Afridi.
October 10, 2009
The JR strikes again
This blog is increasingly becoming more and more about my dog. Here is a photo of Vasco – he would be Shane Warne if I were Daryl Cullinan. He is running around like an idiot again.
As you can see, he is an asshole but I absolutely adore him and he loves a cricket ball.
There’s been plenty of hype about the Indian T20 franchises performing well under par during the Twnety20 Champions League in India and I think it’s quite great and also proves that cricket will never be football.
Money bags Manchester City are doing quite alright in the English Premier League but money bag (insert cricket team’s sponsor’s name here) aren’t. Lovely. Go on Deccan Chargers!
Once again, though, I would like to reiterated that I really couldn’t give a toss about this whole shebang. I still haven’t watched one game. Go me!
The Sitter promised to write something tomorrow.
huh?
I haven’t watched a single game of the Champions League. That’s very much to do with the fact that I am currently without transport and I’m doing all my work remotely. I don’t even know what’s going on and I don’t even really care. Go Deccan Chargers!
I’m really chuffed the Wisden got it right and handed the top gong to Shakib Al Hasan. It’s awesome to see that you don’t have to be a Hollywood blockbuster of the cricket world to earn some respect. This boy has all the potential in the world to become one of the most sensational cricketers of our time. Good on you son!
My JR is currently rolling around on his back growling at the air. It’s 1am. I think he must have been dropped on his head.
The Sitter is in hibernation and is currently refusing to blog on any terms! I’ve pulled him by the ears and kicked him in, what I suspect might be his balls, but no luck. I’ll try again tomorrow.
There’s an India-Australia series coming up if I have all my facts straight. And the English Premier League is on international break. Well, the players are anyway.
Arsenal play Tottenham Hotspur soon. Nothing quite like a North London Derby to get me aroused.
xoxox
Ms Field
October 2, 2009
I just threw up in my mouth a little
As if the bollocks ODI tourney wasn’t enough we now have a bollocks T20 to look forward to.
Why, the Champions League is upon us. Who really gives a shit? Lalit Modi thinks that cricket can somehow be as popular as football.
Uhm, no, no it can’t. You can take your lady to a 2 hour footie game and get away with it by taking her for a dinner or a shopping trip later. And you can easily explain to her that the one team must get the ball in the net and the man in front of the net must try and stop it.
Can you explain Duckworth Lewis to her? You can’t. I thought as much. So now we’re stuck with a few more weeks of absolute bollocks cricket.
Australia seem to be well on course to hand England their backsides in the Champs Trophy. Good on them.
tales from the offside 