What a bizarre day for football. Louis Saha, who is usually out for three months if he bends a fingernail, managed to total a £170k Ferrari and walk out unscathed. Over at the Chelsea rifle range, Torres had ten shots and missed with them all, Ashley Cole hit the youth player with just one shot, but Drogba was the one that fell to the floor in agony.
[with due acknowledgement to Stoo Roberts]
Monday, 28 February 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Done him like a kipper
Had to smile at the antics of Johnny Heitinga during the penalty shoot out at Stamford Bridge. Having despatched his own penalty, he proceeded to dance a little jig in front of the six thousand Evertonians packed behind the goal - thus keeping Ashley Cole waiting for a good half minute before he could take his penalty. Then, on the walk back to the centre circle, Heitinga shoved Cole and gave him a little verbal.
Cole's resultant penalty, miles high and well wide, was the product of a tormented and confused soul.
Sledging of the highest order.
Done him Like a kipper.
Cole's resultant penalty, miles high and well wide, was the product of a tormented and confused soul.
Sledging of the highest order.
Done him Like a kipper.
Labels:
Ashley Cole,
Chelsea,
Everton FC,
Johnny Heitinga
Sunday, 6 February 2011
Well Done Barbara
Lovely day yesterday, at Coventry Cathedral to see my sister Barbara installed as a Canon.
Beautiful cathedral, wonderful service, glorious singing throughout, and most important - congratulations to my wonderful sister.
Well done!
Beautiful cathedral, wonderful service, glorious singing throughout, and most important - congratulations to my wonderful sister.
Well done!
Friday, 4 February 2011
Fabregas the coward
Sad to see Fabregas try and end Arteta's season with a coward's tackle raking the back of Arteta's achilles at the Emirates.
Sadder still to read the drivel put out by Arsene Wenger ignoring the tackle and claiming that his boy is a regular target for the hatchet men.
Pot.
Kettle.
Black.
"I deedn't see yit" my arse.
This kind of barefaced lying to the media brings no credit upon a fine manager whose teams have brightened the Premier League over the last decade and a half.
Shame really.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Fabregas, you're a coward.
Sadder still to read the drivel put out by Arsene Wenger ignoring the tackle and claiming that his boy is a regular target for the hatchet men.
Pot.
Kettle.
Black.
"I deedn't see yit" my arse.
This kind of barefaced lying to the media brings no credit upon a fine manager whose teams have brightened the Premier League over the last decade and a half.
Shame really.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Fabregas, you're a coward.
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