Friday, July 23, 2010

Go get Balotelli, City. It's the perfect storm.

I'm rooting for City.  Yep, I'm coming out and saying it.  I hope City do sign Mario Balotelli.  I hope they beat United to the signing of the uber-talented Italian striker.  The kid's good, really good and he deserves City.  Can you even imagine how funny it'll be?  Balotelli going bat shit crazy over at City...  He's going to pout, maybe put on a United jersey mid season (maybe mid game), curse the fans.  There's gonna be so much pressure on City to win and Balotelli famously explodes under pressure.  It's the perfect storm.  Can't you hear both Carlos Tevez and Mario bitching about training sessions?  Balotelli didn't train for Mourinho, he's not going to train for Mancini.  Stankovic, his own teammate, called him "a child".  It's too perfect, an amalgamate of greed, petulance and shear stupidity...rock on, City.  Unless, United signs him...then I'll just change my stance because I'm a faceless blogger.  Wahoo!

Our crazy ass Serbian is still our crazy ass Serbian.

I don't know where Serbia is, but I'm sure it's close to crazy ass Russia.  And if there was another Rambo like Rambo III or if Stallone was to remake of Rocky IV, the villain is being played by Nemanja Vidic and he's going to whip Rocky on John J.'s old ass wearing a Manchester United jersey.  I was sure he was leaving, completely braced for it, but when the news came down that United was going to offer him a new, man-sized, contract I felt some hope.  Now he's going to be terrorizing opposing strikers for the next two years as a Red Devil I'm fired up.  Nemanja.  It's just fun to say his name.  Welcome back from transfer rumor oblivion, Nemanja.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Ibrahimovic anyone?


The World Cup's over and it's time for all of us to get over that.  The good news is that the Premier League season is a few weeks away.  And, hell, we're right in the middle of the transfer period.  The great news here is that the Scousers may lose one or both of their stars.  Torres, whose groin fucking exploded for no good reason in the World Cup, maybe going to Chelsea which could be great for me, personally.  I'd love to Roman drop a cool 50 mil for a lady that can't stay on the pitch for more than 8 minutes and I'd also love hear Liverpool fans cry that she's gone.  And if they lost Gerrard...their talisman.  One can only dream.  Speaking of dreaming, let's just pretend that Manchester United is a normal, huge sports franchise, that could afford to, I don't know, buy a fucking player or, hell, afford bus fair.  So giving up all rational thought and acting like the Glazers don't own the club, I'm going to throw some names out there: Diego Forlan, Luis Fabiano and, oh god, Zlatan Ibrahimovic.  We missed out on David Villa, David Silva, and probably Kun Aguero and I'm fine with that (except for Villa, that guy's titties, but he was never coming to England), but we need another proven scorer.  Chelsea bagged about 900 goals last season.  I'll take any of those three, Sir Alex.  I know Diego played for us before and all, but he's clearly a better player now.  Fabiano's bitchin'.  And Zlatan's name is Zlatan...that's rad.  Let's break that goddamned piggy bank, Glazers.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

I already feel the World Cup withdrawals.

Excuses for my infrequent blogging will come at later date....  It's the fucking WORLD CUP FINAL in mere hours, yo.  The shear guilt that anyone or just the one person that reads this might for some reason be anticipating a post has driven me back to the keyboard.  That and the enormity of this game.   Feeling the pressure, I've made my pick.  I'm going with the Dutch, and I get Spain, I do.  They can pass.  They can dribble and pass and pass,  then they can make a pass greater than the finest sexual experience you've experienced, will experience or could possibly experience regardless of the number of people in the imagined or real experience (you're gonna here a ton about their passing abilities).   What I'm saying, you, dude that reads this blog, is that it's the exact same thing you hear about Arsenal at the beginning of every Premier League Season...and we buy it every time.  They make it look so easy.  Fluid passing.  They've got precision.  Beautiful football.  And if you're a Chelsea, Liverpool, Spurs, or a United fan you're like, we can't beat this beautiful shit.  Then the first your club plays them every year you're thinking for twenty minutes or so that you should just turn the television off, your team doesn't belong on the same pitch.  Look how good their young players are, you know, the Nasri's or how fast Theo Walcott is, maybe Van Persie or Denilson (worst one named player name since Kaka, he sounds like a canned or frozen food manufacturer).  What I'm saying, ye hot chicks of the Netherlands, it's gonna be scary for a while, but grown men, with will, win big games and I think your teams got the will.  And didn't Cesc Fabergas break his leg taking a fucking penalty kick...come on.

Friday, July 2, 2010

A quick hitter.

Got to do this quick before the kids come home...

1.  Luis Fabiano - I hope whomever is actually pulling the strings or opening that mostly empty wallet is ready to pull out that twenty million pound Euro or whatever it's going to cost to get us a legit striker.  Sign Fabiano, he's legit and we need legit.

2.  Kevin-Prince Boateng-  What the fuck, bro?  What if I had the name Mark-Emperor?   Just go by Prince or Kevin, jerk.

3.  Holy shit, I can't believe Ghana missed that penalty kick.