Our apols for our recent break in transmission but we were struck down by a dose of the creeping lurgey and we’re only just indicated blindly and screamed headlong back into traffic as we set course on the road to Wellville.
Not that we’ve missed much as, while we were tucked up in bed strewing snot and coughing furballs, the weekend’s football was by all accounts the most boring FA Cup fourth round in living memory.
Elsewhere around the spurting multiverse: Becks apparently wants to stay at Milan and they might even cough up to the Galaxy to keep him. All to the good say we, though harsh on LA. Talking of the US, we must also give an honourable mensh to Sunday where our beloved Pittsburgh Steelers (the first team we saw play Yankee footy) are back in the Superbowl big time - going of a record fifth title and it’s live on BBC. Result! Go Steelers FTW! Erm... hm.
Finally important developments in the vexed question of the leadership of the ECB. Now any mate of Bozzer’s is usually guaranteed to be a oik of the first water, but Lord Marland has some intriguing ideas and most importantly, he’s come out in favour of a return to terrestrial Test screening.
With Culture Sec Andy Burnham also apparently keen to return them to Crown Jewel status, could we see an axis forming to return domestic Test cricket back to its rightful place on our TV screens?
We live in hope dear reader, we can but live in hope.
Showing posts with label Milan. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Gourmet Gunners
The Premiership, touted as the best league in the world and it probably just about is with its trademark pace, power and passion resulting in football of the most exciting and eminently watchable kind.
But equally, like connoisseurs of a particularly obscure branch of pornography, we occasionally like to sample a bit more of a cerebral incarnation of the beautiful game here on World of Spurt.
That’s why the prospect of a Champions League Tuesdays often rattles our collective chains during the workaday work-a-day, as we slowly measure out each and every individual second until we can escape the dull monotony we laughingly call gainful employment.
Okay so it’s broadcast on ITV, but there’s a price to pay for every iota of pleasure in our experience.
Still, last night’s AC Milan versus Arsenal game was truly one of the great European nights of recent memory. A fascinating duel between two outstanding teams, it was a joy to watch Fabregas et al, slowly, almost lovingly dissect Maldini and co. over the course of 90 minutes.
A truly cerebral encounter, it was a masterclass in tactical acumen, intricate passing and movement and the dark arts of defending , in short it had everything a Premiership game lacks and was all the better for it. A true connoisseurs experience, we could feel our footballing IQ slowly creep up with every pass.
It would be all too easy to write it up as the old order changeth with the young Gunners displacing a glorious but increasingly decrepit old guard
...so that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
But equally, like connoisseurs of a particularly obscure branch of pornography, we occasionally like to sample a bit more of a cerebral incarnation of the beautiful game here on World of Spurt.
That’s why the prospect of a Champions League Tuesdays often rattles our collective chains during the workaday work-a-day, as we slowly measure out each and every individual second until we can escape the dull monotony we laughingly call gainful employment.
Okay so it’s broadcast on ITV, but there’s a price to pay for every iota of pleasure in our experience.
Still, last night’s AC Milan versus Arsenal game was truly one of the great European nights of recent memory. A fascinating duel between two outstanding teams, it was a joy to watch Fabregas et al, slowly, almost lovingly dissect Maldini and co. over the course of 90 minutes.
A truly cerebral encounter, it was a masterclass in tactical acumen, intricate passing and movement and the dark arts of defending , in short it had everything a Premiership game lacks and was all the better for it. A true connoisseurs experience, we could feel our footballing IQ slowly creep up with every pass.
It would be all too easy to write it up as the old order changeth with the young Gunners displacing a glorious but increasingly decrepit old guard
...so that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
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