levity: (daydream team)
GOLDI POLDI HALLELUJAAAAAH.

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ETA: And if he has a great song I haven't heard it yet, but he needs one immediately. SANTI CAZORLAAAA IS THIS WHAT GOALS FEEL LIKE I DON'T KNOW I HAVEN'T HAD THEM IN A LONG TIME. HEY ARSENAL SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THIS EFFICIENT WITH YOUR CHANCES.

Can't remember when the last time we didn't have more corners than the other team was, though.


Son of ETA: But seriously, guys, do you have the feeling that this game was held in a mirror world where Liverpool are us, flashy and wasteful and careless? Also: when did Liverpool get this good?


ETA the Third: Vito Mannone and Abou Diaby, take a bow.
levity: (daydream team)
SEASON NA SEASON NA SEASON NAAAAAA.

THIS ONE'S OURS. SCREW YOU, RVP, SCREW YOUUUU. IN ARSENE WE TRUST.

HAVE I EVER EXPRESSED THE THOUGHT THAT THE THINGS EXIST THAT MAKE ME HAPPIER THAN ARSENAL FC? IF SO, MEA CULPA. MEA MAXIMA CULPA.

ALSO: WOJCIECH SZCZESNY, ARSENAL'S NUMBER ONE.

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ETA: We never win the first game of the season, do we?

On the bright side, our new signings are bloody brilliant.
levity: (beauty is a hint of storm)
Okay, so I was wondering what Cesc's shirt said, and whose face was on Sergio Ramos's shirt, and then I realised that they were the footballing people who had died recently. That plus Giorgio Chiellini sobbing his eyes out (Mario was the logical conclusion, of course Mario was the logical conclusion, you wouldn't have that lit-fuse temper if you didn't care too much, and Andrea is kind of designed to be this brilliant tragic figure, but Chiellini is something else entirely) and the Spaniards forming a guard of honor for the Italians meant I ended up in tears too. Football. No matter the result, it breaks your heart.
levity: (beauty is a hint of storm)
There are probably better ways to say fuck you to everyone who's ever made monkey noises or thrown bananas than scoring a brace in the Euro semifinals, but I can't for the life of me imagine what they could be.

Translation: MARIO!!!!!

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Manu Neuer playing as an outfield player may be the second-best thing I have seen in my life as of yesterday.

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Dad: Barcelona versus Juventus, sino kampi natin? Juventus?
Me: Barcelona!
Dad: WHAT? BLASPHEMY.

I am doomed to live with Juventini forever.
levity: (mes que un club)
How do you even begin to explain the continued existence of Andrea Pirlo? Sometimes I think the only option left is to file it under "act of God", and let it be.

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I love my buddy line.

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There was once a time when I did not know of the existence of Lionel Messi. Those were simpler times.

This day two years ago the Best Block Ever (TM) was sitting in the second-floor corridor right above the RH Batcave waiting for Humanidades to start and Allison was talking about the footballer people were saying was the best in the world, who had a childhood growth hormone deficiency and whose medications were paid for by a club who watched him play and decided to take a chance on his future, who played for Argentina and, right, had a birthday coming up. At the time my knowledge of football amounted to: 1. the World Cup was going on, 2. you're not allowed to use your hands, and 3. whoever scored the most goals won.

Lives are changed in the most unlikely ways.

So. One day late, but it's the thought, etc. Felicidades, crack.
levity: (bring it)
Fucking Netherlands. You talented batshit orange disastrous headache of a drama queen team.

I mean, instead of storming down the tunnel or sulking on the bench like any other substituted player Arjen Robben walked around the entire football pitch, in front of all the cameras. And then sat down beside the tunnel, and Mark van Bommel joined him. Just. Guys. I don't even really support you, it's just that Robin our reliable Captain Vantastic suddenly reverts to rebellious teenagerhood when playing for his national team and I want him to win an international trophy. If I were Maarten Stekelenberg I would be pulling my hair out in despair and agony.

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Ladies and gentlemen, let's talk about Cristiano Ronaldo.

Look, I love the guy. I love him because he's a crazy superstar who does, like, Armani jeans ads with a ridiculous self-aware sort of earnestness under all the artifice and who wears the stupidest things and who goes on interviews and says that people are probably booing him because he's rich, handsome, and good at football, complete with a laugh just for the camera. I love him because he's always under fire, always second-best, and because he never does anything to indicate that it's entered his mind that he could be anything but the best in the world. I love the bluster and the wide grins and the way he tries so hard to keep Cris Junior out of the limelight and I love the utter- I don't even know what the word for it is- I love the absurd certainty he has that is necessary in anyone willing to make their kid a junior. I love the guy, but with all the noise I'd forgotten what the noise was about. I'd forgotten just how good he could be.

And against Holland- you're going to be hearing this from all the pundits, but he was just so good. When Nani sent that pass to him for his second goal and he took one touch on the ball and trapped it at his feet and pulled back, and the Dutch defender going after him skidded ahead and that was when he made the shot- holy carp. It was such a Cristiano Ronaldo goal, pace and flair and composure, and did you say anything about shutting critics up? Yeah.
levity: (Default)
The Italian federation's president, Giancarlo Abete, said he believes Balotelli will recover from his disappointing display against Spain. "Balotelli made his contribution but he must try to understand the reality of playing in a major international competition in which there is no forgiveness," Abete told Italy's Radio Anch'io Sport. "He nevertheless put the Spanish defence under pressure. Balotelli will not allow himself to be disheartened."


(from the Guardian's Euro coverage)

REALLY. REALLY.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, UEFA. PEOPLE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO AVOID TOURNAMENTS BECAUSE THEY'RE WORRIED ABOUT BEING HARRASSED IN THE STREETS. PLAYING FOOTBALL DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU CAN BE CALLED A MONKEY ON THE PITCH (or, well, ANYWHERE ELSE), AND HAVE IT SEEN AS SOMETHING YOU HAD COMING.

NO I WILL NOT TURN OFF THE CAPS LOCK. THOUGH MY FOOTBALL TAG SEEMS ABSURDLY INAPPROPRIATE, GIVEN.
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Apparently Vicente del Bosque was made a marquis for winning Spain the World Cup. I did not know this- I didn't even know you could make someone a marquis (exceptions of course for felines in human footwear). If my comms turn out to be wrong on this I will be very, very sad.

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One of these days I may yet be able to write about football matches in a way that, you know, actually reflects the match, while managing to be readable, with minimal to zero amounts of capslocking at everyone on the pitch. If ever, it would probably have to be a very boring match. In the meantime you're stuck with endless variations on I miss Guaje/EVERYONE misses Guaje/I miss Puyi/Wojciech Szczesny you are insane.

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But seriously, Woj, who gets a red card on the opening game of the Euros?

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My feelings for Mario Balotelli are similar to my feelings for the Intarmedkids- it's impossible not to love him, but it's equally impossible to love him continuously. I keep on saying that I have long since been over these brilliant furious stubborn kids with chips on their shoulders and something to prove, but no one has ever believed me, not even me. Oh well.

Regardless: look at Sergio Ramos's feet, that was a foul, stop berating him for not getting the goal.

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My comms described Antonio di Natale as a busy bee. It is not an inaccurate description. You have Andrea Pirlo, who moves across the pitch like water, and you have David Villa, sharp and compact like an arrow singing home, and then you have Toto di Natale, who just keeps running and ends up everywhere.

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My boy started. My boy started and my boy scored the other goal- which he had coming, really- and I am aware of how ridiculous it is to be proud of a millionaire footballer I will never meet and who captained my club and then left to go home (sometimes I am a very bitter person), but the fact remains.

Also, I will never stop being amused by the fact that Vicente del Bosque didn't start any strikers.
levity: (mes que un club)
It's the Sids 2012!

Best team

First, an honorary mention for Mirandés, the Second Division B side who reached the Copa del Rey semi-final and won promotion. But this season's best team, and the best story for years, were Levante. Every Monday, the club's groundsman Raimón climbs the stands and, in order of the league table, raises the flags up the poles that run along the back of the stands. For the first time ever, this season he hoisted Levante's into first place. They held on there until week nine, when they were knocked off and written off. But Levante resisted their inevitable slide down the table and kept on competing, right to the end. So what? Well, this is the club that has spent a total of less than €500,000 on players in the last four years combined, whose sporting director says "players run away when they hear what we have to offer", who have the oldest defence in the history of the league and a team packed with cast-offs, has-beens and never-really-weres, Spanish football's Expendables. As if that was not enough, their main striker had joined on loan from Sevilla – where he had scored one goal in five years – and had a clause in his contract saying that he automatically had to return if he scored 18 goals this season, which he was never going to do. So when he got to 17 he suddenly picked up a mysterious "injury" that meant he missed the final, decisive games of the season. And still they made it into Europe for the first time ever. So what's the secret? The secret, says the club's doctor, is simple: "Beer and pizza."




In a season of superlatives and insanity, Levante are kindasorta the story of the season. (This is not just because I am a culé.) When he was asked why fans gave him such a horrible reception at Dinamo Zagreb, Cristiano Ronaldo quipped that perhaps they were jealous of him because he was rich, handsome, and a great player. That weekend Levante put up banners admitting they were "poor, ugly, and bad at football". They beat Real Madrid 1-0. That's the kind of story they were.

levity: (mes que un club)
It's the Sids 2012!

Best team

First, an honorary mention for Mirandés, the Second Division B side who reached the Copa del Rey semi-final and won promotion. But this season's best team, and the best story for years, were Levante. Every Monday, the club's groundsman Raimón climbs the stands and, in order of the league table, raises the flags up the poles that run along the back of the stands. For the first time ever, this season he hoisted Levante's into first place. They held on there until week nine, when they were knocked off and written off. But Levante resisted their inevitable slide down the table and kept on competing, right to the end. So what? Well, this is the club that has spent a total of less than €500,000 on players in the last four years combined, whose sporting director says "players run away when they hear what we have to offer", who have the oldest defence in the history of the league and a team packed with cast-offs, has-beens and never-really-weres, Spanish football's Expendables. As if that was not enough, their main striker had joined on loan from Sevilla – where he had scored one goal in five years – and had a clause in his contract saying that he automatically had to return if he scored 18 goals this season, which he was never going to do. So when he got to 17 he suddenly picked up a mysterious "injury" that meant he missed the final, decisive games of the season. And still they made it into Europe for the first time ever. So what's the secret? The secret, says the club's doctor, is simple: "Beer and pizza."




In a season of superlatives and insanity, Levante are kindasorta the story of the season. (This is not just because I am a culé.) When he was asked why fans gave him such a horrible reception at Dinamo Zagreb, Cristiano Ronaldo quipped that perhaps they were jealous of him because he was rich, handsome, and a great player. That weekend Levante put up banners admitting they were "poor, ugly, and bad at football". They beat Real Madrid 1-0. That's the kind of story they were.

levity: (clarity)
Fuck it, Guaje. Abi. Sometimes I hate football so much.
levity: (clarity)
Fuck it, Guaje. Abi. Sometimes I hate football so much.
levity: (inconceivable!)
Natalo ang Bayern sa Chelsea at kinasal si Mark Zuckerberg. Sumasabog Tumblr ko.

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I've always wanted to see a goalkeeper take a penalty. Translation: four for you Manu Neuer, you go Manu Neuer. Will never stop grinning at the fact that Bayern's goalie scored on Petr Cech, regardless of results.
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Natalo ang Bayern sa Chelsea at kinasal si Mark Zuckerberg. Sumasabog Tumblr ko.

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I've always wanted to see a goalkeeper take a penalty. Translation: four for you Manu Neuer, you go Manu Neuer. Will never stop grinning at the fact that Bayern's goalie scored on Petr Cech, regardless of results.
levity: (mes que un club)
Dear Bayern Munich,

You had better fucking win this.
levity: (mes que un club)
Dear Bayern Munich,

You had better fucking win this.
levity: (daydream team)
They're playing Wonderwall over at the Etihad, so. (And interviewing Samir Nasri, who's saying that he made the right decision, but I am mature and will ignore him for Mario Balotelli screeching in the background.) I cannot believe my team. I cannot believe Manchester City. I cannot believe this entire league. I cannot even. I have lost my ability to even ever again.

Oh my fucking god.

CONGRATULATIONS, MANCHESTER CITY. GOOD ON YOU. I can't stop smiling.

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Arsenal. Arsenal. Remember when we were in seventeenth and everyone said we were going to be relegated? Remember that utter travesty of a game at Old Trafford?

And when we lost to Milan 4-0, and then won 3-0 at the Emirates, and when Woj made a penalty save against Liverpool, and when Thierry came back and proceeded to save our sorry gooner behinds so many times, like the big damn hero he is, and when John Terry fell flat on his face at Stamford Bridge, and when Mikel Arteta got us a win against City, and when Robin- where to you even begin, when talking about Robin- and all the times we went 2-0 down and then startled the hell out of everyone?

Third place, and you are hair-pullingly teeth-achingly stressful at the best of times, and guys, I love you all so much.

Pat Rice, thank you for everything.

And as for the rest of you guys: here's to next season.
levity: (daydream team)
They're playing Wonderwall over at the Etihad, so. (And interviewing Samir Nasri, who's saying that he made the right decision, but I am mature and will ignore him for Mario Balotelli screeching in the background.) I cannot believe my team. I cannot believe Manchester City. I cannot believe this entire league. I cannot even. I have lost my ability to even ever again.

Oh my fucking god.

CONGRATULATIONS, MANCHESTER CITY. GOOD ON YOU. I can't stop smiling.

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Arsenal. Arsenal. Remember when we were in seventeenth and everyone said we were going to be relegated? Remember that utter travesty of a game at Old Trafford?

And when we lost to Milan 4-0, and then won 3-0 at the Emirates, and when Woj made a penalty save against Liverpool, and when Thierry came back and proceeded to save our sorry gooner behinds so many times, like the big damn hero he is, and when John Terry fell flat on his face at Stamford Bridge, and when Mikel Arteta got us a win against City, and when Robin- where to you even begin, when talking about Robin- and all the times we went 2-0 down and then startled the hell out of everyone?

Third place, and you are hair-pullingly teeth-achingly stressful at the best of times, and guys, I love you all so much.

Pat Rice, thank you for everything.

And as for the rest of you guys: here's to next season.
levity: (daydream team)
Arsenal, what the hell, there is only so much I can take from both of my teams within the space of one week, please do not lose this one.


ETA: It seems a bit off-putting to be relieved at Robin's finally getting around to scoring his 28th Premier League goal of the season, but relieved I am. COYG.


ETA2: Well, I asked not to lose this one. I should have been more specific.
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