Happy Friday, Spursland! My apologies for my absence yesterday, my pretties, but I am sure you understand after seeing the filthy sickness of Chiriches' goal. I mean, it was so sick. How sick was it? It was so sick it inflamed my already diabolical illness and put me to sleep from the end of the game until 2 am. Vlad "Batman" Chiriches, now that's what I call #batcountry.
And now the "news"
The above title is just an exercise I like to do occasionally to keep myself up with what the kids are saying, You know, all the modern lingo as I rapidly age into irrelevance. And by irrelevance I mean not famous, but over 30. America, ya'll.
Why can't we have nice things? Sigh. I am all about the goals of 1882. That said, it seems the team is having their arms twisted by the local government and I can see why. Safety is a big issue in modern English football. Keeping exit routes clear is important and anyone who hasn't experienced what it was like in the old days of all standing grounds need only read about the "crush" of being in the stands as described in Among The Thugs. But the English atmosphere of the past does seem to be dying (hi, Arsenal) and that sucks. The NFLization of the EPL needs to stop at some point and the things that make going to the game great need to be remembered. It's the atmosphere, the songs, the feeling of being in one tribe. Your tribe.
If anything in a non-footballing sense comes out of this World Cup hopefully it is the world waking up to how incredibly mismanaged the nation of Brazil is. Their politicians are corrupt, and the common people are left to live in the worst slums in the world (arguably).
The two smallest markets in a title match since Superbowl I. That is a lot of Superbowls ago. That expert analysis brought to you by the flu.
That is a very biting comment.
Look, I have been a big Kevin Hart fan since his days playing the tiny black guy to Patrice O'Neal's big black guy on Tough Crowd With Collin Quoin. But there is no way this is good, and I will say that with my chest.