"I don't know who was being booed, whether it was me or Crouch."
Despite the fact that TDH's local opted to cut off Premiership coverage on its six-foot screen after the first half of today's matches - so some toffs could watch rugby! - a few interesting things could be discerned.
First, the Empire State Building has finally found a way to contribute to Liverpool's cause. Making use of the adage that begins, "The taller they are...", Crouch managed to go down in a sufficiently shambolic-looking heap to draw a penalty for the Kop. TDH and friends saw Crouch play for QPR back in 2000, and the unanimous verdict of the committee was that he was worth about as much as a stack of old William Shatner records. TDH remains to be convinced that he is a Premiership, let alone an England, player.
Second, what - what - would West Ham have looked like this year without Yossi Benayoun. He is the sparkplug for the Hammer engine, and he was very unlucky not to score in the first half against West Brom. Marlon Harewood, on the other hand, seems to share Shola's Big Man, No Confidence problem. He needs to lean that shoulder into the defenders - then maybe he'll actually make contact with one of those beautifully weighted balls from Benayoun, Reo-Coker & Co.
And here are some brief thoughts. Why has Shaka Hislop been relegated to number two behind Roy Carroll? Shaka clearly showed that he still owns the area between the sticks. Kanu should be a midfielder; time stops when he gets the ball, yet he's only scored 12 goals in the Premiership in the last five seasons. And this month, Anton's the real Ferdinand.
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In other action, TDH has been vindicated by Le Voyeur: he gave van Persie the start, and the Flying Dutchman Mk II took a mere 12 minutes to score. You didn't need a telescope to see that would work. Oh, and that French guy with the moustache scored a couple of times, too.
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Finally, Emre. Emre, Emre, Emre. Emre. Ne mutlu Türküm diyene, ne mutlu Toonüm diyene.
First, the Empire State Building has finally found a way to contribute to Liverpool's cause. Making use of the adage that begins, "The taller they are...", Crouch managed to go down in a sufficiently shambolic-looking heap to draw a penalty for the Kop. TDH and friends saw Crouch play for QPR back in 2000, and the unanimous verdict of the committee was that he was worth about as much as a stack of old William Shatner records. TDH remains to be convinced that he is a Premiership, let alone an England, player.
Second, what - what - would West Ham have looked like this year without Yossi Benayoun. He is the sparkplug for the Hammer engine, and he was very unlucky not to score in the first half against West Brom. Marlon Harewood, on the other hand, seems to share Shola's Big Man, No Confidence problem. He needs to lean that shoulder into the defenders - then maybe he'll actually make contact with one of those beautifully weighted balls from Benayoun, Reo-Coker & Co.
And here are some brief thoughts. Why has Shaka Hislop been relegated to number two behind Roy Carroll? Shaka clearly showed that he still owns the area between the sticks. Kanu should be a midfielder; time stops when he gets the ball, yet he's only scored 12 goals in the Premiership in the last five seasons. And this month, Anton's the real Ferdinand.
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In other action, TDH has been vindicated by Le Voyeur: he gave van Persie the start, and the Flying Dutchman Mk II took a mere 12 minutes to score. You didn't need a telescope to see that would work. Oh, and that French guy with the moustache scored a couple of times, too.
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Finally, Emre. Emre, Emre, Emre. Emre. Ne mutlu Türküm diyene, ne mutlu Toonüm diyene.
posted by Daniel Altman at 4:26 PM
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Unrelated to the post above, but I thought you might be interested in this:
http://football.guardian.co.uk/News_Story/0,1563,1635488,00.html
Tommassi is that particularly Italian type, the Catholic Marxist (like Pasolini), and he's putting his money where his mouth is by requesting that he be paid only the minimum wage by his club, who have agreed.
It reminds me of Fernando Redondo, a hero in Madrid. When he moved to Milan, he suffered a devastating knee injury that kept him out for about 18 months, before he ever played for us. He gave back his car, and offerred to return all wages paid to him for this period, but Milan behaved rather differently to Roma and insisted he keep it all.
Still, nice to see that they're not all greedy bastards like Rio. In the words of one of my Italian friends, he can go to fuck.
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