Jose said something a while ago (I would look it up but my drink-addled body will not respond well to extended research - the DT plays havvock wioth tyyping don't-cha know) that he would make the team more exciting.
And by jove he did it. 3-2. Against a relegation favourite. Fragile at the back and exhilerating going forward. How very Ranieri/Vialli/Gullit/Hoddle/any previous Chelsea manager of him.
Elsewhere in the league things went, largely, according to plan.
Big Sam, Billy Davies, and Roy Keane all showed it's the manager not the money that makes things happen. Oh, and Sven's Championship Manager game is going as well as the time I took over Atalanta and led them to international glory. He seems to have kept faith with Bianchi - as I did all those CL manager sessions ago (Bianchi did rather well for me as well). All he needs to do now is sign Supat Rungratsumaree from Pompey and Akinfeev from somewhere in Moscow and Bojinov from Lecce and the parallels will be unprecedented. But then the last time a real-life (is Sven alive? I've never been sure) manager believed ChampMan it didn't go well (http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/games/archives/2006/06/19/football_manager_for_real.html).
Nice to see that money without the manager is also rather pointless - kudos to West Ham, Pompey, Spurs and Man U for reminding us that football is about more than balance sheets.
Arsenal - as many predicted, having lost their Calvin Clien model and the king of cool himself - seem to have lost their je ne sais quois and their ability to beat a high line of defence. Fighting Fulham with indeed - such things have not been heard of since the bad old days when Voltzy (http://www.volzy.com/abitaboutme.html) lined up in the red and white.
Liverpool managed to drag victory out of the jaws of impotence and a dodgy beard - but then young Steven has a habit of pulling stunning stikes out of the jaws of own goal and penalty-giving-away mediocrity.
Right, I'm off to the nearest late licence offy where I will buy enough legal, mind-altering stuff to tide me over until Wednesday's six games of goodness.
Toodle-pip.
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-Clever stuff, humorous and still very accurate analysis.
-looking for mind altering stuff: "3 dias de la muerte tequila" should tide you over until wednesday.
As a pseuds syndicated columnist you are not required to stay sober between assignements....
thanks for this pc, an entertaining take on the weekends events, is the season looking like it will live up to feverish expectations? Just ask Rooney, McCarthey, Chopra, Pizarro or Kitson.
Is Sven alive? What is a life form?
SVEN said:
alive ? I am Sven-up!
that's bubbly humor guitou. I do agree with file, this is better than the usual shit on gu sports monday-
Nice one, pc!
With your habits, you must be a professional journo.
Sad to see Rooney out for months, but his absence will even out the title race and help Lord Wrigley solve his greatest problem - how to accomodate all that talent.
Can anyone tell me what happened to Crouch? A Swedish beauty of my acquaintance, who regularly drools over him (her fledglings are flying the coop, and I think she'd like to mother him) said yesterday that he wasn't even on the bench. Lacking complete information, I told her that he was the bench.
She laughed nervously, but she's a sensitive soul and I'd like to help her avoid fretting too much.
Word on the street (and by the street I mean the ally down the side of the pub where we are forced now to congregate to consumer our cigarettes) is that Peter the great was having car trouble. That or the bearded wonder decided to pick Torres, Voronin, Kuyt, and Itandje ahead of him on the pitch and the bench.
He may have forgotten more than to shave that morning.
Time to put away my Guinness and brandy cocktails and abed. Or I shall never be up in time for Wednesday.
pc -
many thanks! I hope that this information will be enough to console her - she's a delicate soul.
P.S.
What dedication! Off abed already for a Wednesday gig - you can't be a professional journo...
seems like a
hellava lotof background information...
like...
spits
coughs...
needed here t'untangle th' pro journo from the link-savvy lapper...
hpd - nothing to do with me.
While I can link in these boxes, the skill is hardly exclusive. Lee and Zeph can both do that (off the top of my head), and I can link in the body of an article - which ain't going on here.
I would also love to be going to bed now, but - alas - I shall be at work for quite a while yet.
Like the article though.
It did cross my mind that premcorrespondent might be the same person as, erm, fourturntables... guess it's just another part of the endless unfolding mystery that is Pseudscorner...
Like the super-heroes we are we all get to choose our online identity. Then change it at will. At the core there might be a real person - but in many cases I doubt it.
@ greengrass: Crouch wasn't selected for the game, and not for the bench either. Not due to injury, I don't think, rather the manager just didn't see any use for him that day.
*sighs*
Zeph,
this fournturntables fellow you mention doesn't know the first thing about football. He claims that, man for man, Newcastle have a better squad than Arsenal (says it all, doesn't it?).
In stark contrast, premcorrespondent is both knowledgeable and funny.
If this is an example of the sort of football writing we can look forward to on Pseuds, I might not have to go into hibernation just cos Test matches are over. I think I might start reading footie stuff on a regular basis. And that'll be a first.
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