faroe islands

les Bleus better destroy these jackpots tomorrow. with zidane back in the fold there is no excuse. and we need the points for if we're going to qualify. who cares about england and wales when the french are playing? (practically everyone in north america and england, but they're all cracked)

what the fuck?

who the hell is poom? estonia?! are you fucking kidding me arsene?



i am always trusting your sorry ass, but poom? hleb i love. song i am baffled by. but poom is beyond comprehension. an uruguyan vieira who fails his physical has got to be better than a jackass estonian who played for sunderland.

if you're simply rebuilding this year and you have no hopes for silverware tell us. we're arsenal fans. we can handle it, even after being spoiled, but don't pretend this year can be good and deliver poom. all you seem to be playing for is the carling cup, and that's just shabby.

p.s. christ, i hope i'm wrong.

my new goal

since world cup 2006 fell through due to money, and a trip to highbury fell through for the same reason, i am setting my sights on euro 2008. a nice pint in salzburg, a game in vienna, then a trip up into the alps for some cold lake swimming and some more games will be just the ticket. and milos and bronte will be 5 -- so they can come with me and erika and have a blast too.

goodbye collina

all the whiny toffees can go fuck themselves this week, as far as i am concerned. so collina made a call against you. suck it up pussies. that's football.

what really matters is that pierluigi, one of the true greats of football, even if he was a ref, has decided to call it quits.



i, for one, am going to miss his big bald head, his intense eyes, and the veins popping through his skin. with anders frisk and collina gone, who does that leave us that can call a big game? majuto gonzales? urs meier? or that jackass who missed shevchenko's headbutt and set the stage for inter fans to go crazy?

with frisk and collina gone the football world is a less rich domain. thanks for the great officiating pierluigi. some of us will miss you.