There's a movie that won some Oscars, or at least was nominated for some, that I don't really think is very good. Lots of people did though. They probably still do. It's hard to tell however, if they like it because someone told them it was good, or because they actually think it's good. Steve Carell plays a super rich guy that has a sort of long touted melt down and ends up shooting Mark Ruffalo. Channing Tatum plays Mark Ruffalo's brother. It's based on a true story and in real life Mark Ruffalo's character didn't have a brother. And the real life Steve Carell guy became fixated on an olympic wrestler in his stable of sponsored athletes who was from Bulgaria. When the cops surrounded his compound (in real life), and negotiated his surrender for having murdered a really, really nice guy, he said he was coming out of his house and he'd be wearing his Bulgarian colors. So fixated on this Bulgarian guy, who was in real life, the Mark Ruffalo guy's best friend, the wealthy guy managed to convince himself that he had some Bulgarian roots, which he didn't. Turns out that Ludogorets are actually really from Bulgaria - Razgrad, in the north east, not too far from the Romanian border. They're top of the Parva league, which sounds like something I get my dogs inoculated for. They're nicknamed the Eagles and when Lazio played them recently, the Romans gave the club a live Eagle. Knowing this now, I'm a little annoyed that Ludogorets didn't pay it forward and give us a live brontosaurus. Instead, they gave us some easy chances and some slack goalkeeping which led to a few goals. We should've scored more. Theo and the Ox man could've had at least another each. And likewise, we should've had enough in the team to restrict their chances.
A big tonking win has been well overdue, and I'm not going to deconstruct the one we just had because I watched a replay of the game after I already knew the score and had read the match report and because on about 15 minutes the super strong weed brownies I had eaten about an hour previous kicked in pretty hard. So, I'll spare you the insight of someone who had recently committed brain cell genocide and instead, I'll be happy about the fact that for the first time in a long time, we've really hammered a team for goals. Ozil's hatrick is a bonus too. 6 goals for that funky-eyed genius, so misunderstood, so complicated.
Playing a team from a tiny place, with a tiny stadium and players on tiny wages (compared to the 2008, big bank exec bonus style wages on offer in the prem) will always make for tricky PR. Especially for the Arse. Drop points and it's a crisis, win standard and it's par for the course, win big and it's just a piddly team from Bulgoromainastan. It's tempting to roll out the 'you can only beat what's in front of you', but I'm tired of that and about an hour ago I ate some more of those sweet sweet brownies so I really can't be bothered. All I can say is that we won big, the most beautiful brush stroke of a footballer on the planet got a rare and well deserved hatrick and David Ospina came up massive when he had to. Coquelin was excellent and that pass from Cazorla to Ozil for Ozil's first goal made me want to fast forward 17 years to when the two of them rent a run down mansion in the south of France for a summer where they spend their days playing backgamen and smoking joints together, entertaining a dozen esoteric, thinking poets and calculated young beauties with bangs and rosy cheeks and disdainful expressions, all listening to old Malcolm X speeches and getting blind drunk on mescaline sherry.
Up next we've got Middlesborough, a team that for no reason at all, or maybe it was the league cup Semi's in '05, I absolutely loath. We're on a strong, strong run, our squad looking deep, our boys looking good and the results excellent. It's the perfect time for some Ray Parlour, Paul Merson stealing bunch of league cup semi final winning, Juninho signing bunch of Brexit voters to come and spoil it. Let's hope it doesn't happen, we should have enough to keep our run going and lets hope we do, I'd love a good game for the Ox and maybe an out of the blue goal for Nacho.
Talk soon, bye for now.
A big tonking win has been well overdue, and I'm not going to deconstruct the one we just had because I watched a replay of the game after I already knew the score and had read the match report and because on about 15 minutes the super strong weed brownies I had eaten about an hour previous kicked in pretty hard. So, I'll spare you the insight of someone who had recently committed brain cell genocide and instead, I'll be happy about the fact that for the first time in a long time, we've really hammered a team for goals. Ozil's hatrick is a bonus too. 6 goals for that funky-eyed genius, so misunderstood, so complicated.
Playing a team from a tiny place, with a tiny stadium and players on tiny wages (compared to the 2008, big bank exec bonus style wages on offer in the prem) will always make for tricky PR. Especially for the Arse. Drop points and it's a crisis, win standard and it's par for the course, win big and it's just a piddly team from Bulgoromainastan. It's tempting to roll out the 'you can only beat what's in front of you', but I'm tired of that and about an hour ago I ate some more of those sweet sweet brownies so I really can't be bothered. All I can say is that we won big, the most beautiful brush stroke of a footballer on the planet got a rare and well deserved hatrick and David Ospina came up massive when he had to. Coquelin was excellent and that pass from Cazorla to Ozil for Ozil's first goal made me want to fast forward 17 years to when the two of them rent a run down mansion in the south of France for a summer where they spend their days playing backgamen and smoking joints together, entertaining a dozen esoteric, thinking poets and calculated young beauties with bangs and rosy cheeks and disdainful expressions, all listening to old Malcolm X speeches and getting blind drunk on mescaline sherry.
Up next we've got Middlesborough, a team that for no reason at all, or maybe it was the league cup Semi's in '05, I absolutely loath. We're on a strong, strong run, our squad looking deep, our boys looking good and the results excellent. It's the perfect time for some Ray Parlour, Paul Merson stealing bunch of league cup semi final winning, Juninho signing bunch of Brexit voters to come and spoil it. Let's hope it doesn't happen, we should have enough to keep our run going and lets hope we do, I'd love a good game for the Ox and maybe an out of the blue goal for Nacho.
Talk soon, bye for now.
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