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People always look shocked when I explain them the most simple truth of waging a gamble on a soccer football bet online casino online casino online casino. That truth, perfect in its simplicity, is that there is no such thing as a betting a bad wager on an online gambling site.
Allow me explain. Continue reading “See. Oh. The Myth of the Bad Bet. Part 3” »
Greeting friends. I hope you enjoy the new profitable and revamped Futfanatico, which is far superior to anything you could possible have imagined. What makes the site so unique is the commitment to quality betting tips so that your wagers and fivers turn into cold hard cash come game day. In fact, I wager that this site has already helped turn your bets into bucks!
In that vain, we continue with more betting tips for betting on soccer or football gambling websites online casino online casino online casino. Continue reading “More Tips for Betting on SEO Betting Tips, Pt 2” »
Do you enjoy soccer? Do you enjoy reading keywords about soccer? Do you enjoy reading redundant and repetitive keywords about soccer? Or do you prefer football? Do you say football to sound cool around your friends that don’t say football, or only say football in terms of the American sport?
Then this article is for you! Continue reading “Some Tips for Betting on SEO Betting Tips” »
Check out this goal video of Vucinic, courtesy of DirtyTackle…
You saw the well-timed run. You saw the diving header. And you saw the fiery celebration. But what you didn’t see was…. Continue reading “Marx, Engels, Mao, Castro, & now…Vucinic” »
What draws you to soccer over the silky swings of Golf or the wonder rallies of Tennis? I believe, good sir or madam, it is because you are a social creature. You crave and delight in human interaction. More succinctly, you marvel at coordination sans communication. Some American soccer bloggers look down their nose at “throwball” (American Football), rejecting the mainstream sport for the supposed counterculture value of “soccer.” However, I see comparisons in combinations. Please bear with a slight historical summary of “throwball” for European based folks and then we get to my thesis err theme – Montana to Rice and Xavi to Messi, the magic of the pass. Continue reading “Montana to Messi: True Love at First Sight” »
That’s right – the crying baby is back. And crying babies only mean one thing. No, not that they are hungry. No, not the soiling of diapers. Birth. Growth. Teething. With your lovely support, this second year Futfanatico has done both. Here are a few highlights -
Somehow, someway, we reached a traffic explosion never before seen in these parts. A typical literary satire got linked by the MIT Press and blew up my hosting capacities. Up until that time, I hosted my site on my cell phone and if more than one person visited, it would shake and I’d just call my mom and tell her to read cnn or something. But those simpler days are long gone…
But for the better. Futfanatico has also been translated into Polish, which was nice and due in part to Tom of Pitchinvasion. We also have a home away from home at FistedAway and Runof Play. Thanks for letting us crash on the couch and sorry about the stains – I swear it’s just cooking oil or something.
Still, the most important moment of this past year was…. Continue reading “Feliz Cumple Dearest Narcissist Manifestation” »
After two years of soccer blogging, the wheels don’t turn like they used to. While Wenger comments and Sir Alex jokes used to start the engine, the stale plate of recycled story lines has obviously caused my stray eye to wander. But every now and then a story so preposterously comprehensible yet impossible brings my focus into…focus. I have an idea of how the Fake Togo story came to be…. Continue reading “Fake Scoop on the Real Life Togo Quandary” »
I know what you’re thinking. Swallow your prejudices and watch this clip.
Now, really swallow your prejudices and watch this clip.
Now, collect your breath, wipe the drool off your mouth from the CRon ab closeups, and let’s take a closer look at these seemingly interrelated surrealist films.
The Manchester United game was one of uneasiness and dread. The white puffy clouds populated the blue sky at the onset, but by the time Berbatov curled in a far post shot, traces of gray tainted the sky. The clouds lost their puff, merged, and turned ever darker. Paul Scholes committed fouls. More so than usual. Continue reading “United, Madrid, A Picture of Contrasts” »