I´m not sure which images depressed me more – United´s offensive forays, Juande Ramos´grimace, or the freezing and barren stadium in Moscow. Actually, I´m quite sure – United´s offensive forays.
Today is a day to scream for Platonic ideals among a world of Aristotlian reality. I am a geometrist first, and an architect second. I want La Sagrada Familia, not The Fountainhead. Please, if you are pregnant, elderly, or under 18, do not read the rest of this post.
I´ve been pretty happy thus far with the blog and comments – no profanities, no ad hominem attacks, but my blood boils and my self-control weakens. As the grip on my inner angst loosens, my fingers batter the keyboards like a hailstorm in Alaksa. It´s October and I´ve had enough. My glass is half full – of wretched, bitter poison.
Valencia´s game-winning goal cannot paper over the cracks. Berbatov´s unusual hustle & bustle cannot cover the peeling paint. Up until the last five minutes, the highlight had been a Gary Neville cross and a Nani header. When typing that last sentence, I had to stop midway and check my temperature. I´m fine. Sortof.
The visit to Anfield looms. Luzhniki stadium deploys artificial turf. Russia is cold in the winter. Excuses pile up on one another and die. I can hear the voices… “Sir Alex is a brilliant tactician who must successfuly wage war on multiple fronts!” “An away victory is always welcome!”
Have the goal-ridden counterattacking days of 2007 dissippated para siempre?
I don’t know about you Elliott, but I am eagerly awaiting the compilation video of ‘Gary Neville’s Best Crosses 1992-2009′.
Nick – please stop ruining the surprise of my upcoming monster posts. I expect you to give me tips on football, not tip off my reader(ship).
Mom don´t believe a word he says! And sure to subscribe to the RSS feed. I will explain it all at thanksgiving