Real Madrid v. Zaragoza – the Brothers Diarra

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Real Madrid produced a fairy tale for merengues by Hansel & Grettling the relegation-destined Zaragoza. In particular, the brothers (not in the literal sense) Diarra showed a strong proclivity for completing ten foot passes to one another. At times, this abdication of responsibility frustrated the fans and appeared a narcissistic attempt at some sort of tedious Guinness record, but still…at the end of the match one cold, snowy, dark, historical fact carved itself in stone – this is officially Pellegrini‘s team.

While Higuain and Van der Vaart will receive plaudits for the mere scoring of multiple goals in a match, Marcelo won the “Mancini-Brazilian-Defender-Adapting-Reasonably-Well-to-Midfield” award. This experiment began under the Schuster reign, struggled under Juane Ramos’ rule, but yielded a scientific breakthrough of algae-Cha-Cha-Cha-Chia proportions. He showed the tact of a Parisian pickpocket and the cunning of a Bobby Fisher. But, of course, his defending was awful. Continue reading “Real Madrid v. Zaragoza – the Brothers Diarra” »

Breaststrokes in a Pinkish Liverpool

Arse From time to time, we actually write about soccer games here. In case you had forgotten. At least when our illegal streams allow for proper viewing of matches.

The Gunners-Liverpool match provided a classic case of the reeling multinational financial institution and the upstart credit union. On the one hand, the American bailout of the Scousers finances a few years ago only magnified the debt and jacked up the interest rate. On the other hand, Torres and Gerrard have a telepathic understanding – without even a phone call, text message, or email, they wore the exact same outfit to work the last four weekends.

Some coworkers get along, others get quite cozy. Continue reading “Breaststrokes in a Pinkish Liverpool” »