Happy Friday, Spursland!
As we creep closer and closer to an actual match, I want to name my captor, my tormentor much like Harry Potter continuously named "You-Know-Who" in the books and took away his power. It may not be the cool, or hip thing to do, but it needs to be done.
International break, you suck, and you shall not get the best of me. Today is the last day in your reign of terror and I will taste freedom soon. In fact, here is a clip of me from last international break when they tried to get me to say international football is good.
And now for the "news":
Since it's in The Telegraph I'm assuming yes, yes he is. Since this American agent's name is not Jack Ryan, I'm not interested, no I'm not.
It's almost like they are paying for a decade of hubris. Full disclousure: I've never used the word hubris before.
He plays defensive midfield and I have no idea who he is because I don't watch Serie A anymore and no I'm not crying I just have something in my eye why would I be upset that I don't have time to watch Italian football