Morning, all. I trust your Friday nights were full of good times and laughter. If not, well, footy makes the world go ’round, so put your feet up, turn on the telly and take it all in.
Some news items of note this morning.
- Manchester United’s shirt sponsors AIG will report a $60 BILLION dollar loss for Q4 2008. This is the largest corporate loss IN HISTORY. Hopefully the rumours of the Indian company coming in to take over the sponsorship next year are true.
- Roman Pavyluchenko apparently is casting “come get me, big boy” eyes at Sir Alex. He also apparently has discovered that Dimitar Berbatov is a complete prat. God, what took you so long, Roman?
- Kickette shows that one of the Pitt-Jolie brood is a Liverpool supporter. I wonder if George Clooney is missing any hubcaps this morning?
- Apparently, staying in Brasil has not slowed our chubby pal Ronaldo down at all.
- Stuff like John Terry for Robinho in a cash and players swap never happens, despite the fanciful hoping of the pundits.
Okay, right. Everton has just scored a header from Tim Cahill, and lead WBA 1-0 in the 39th minute. Talk about the games here today. Someone, possibly me, will come back later to do a wrap-up of the day. Tomorrow, if there’s interest, I’m considering live-blogging the Carling Cup final between United and Spurs. We’ll see what the pub and the amount of sleep I get have to say about that tomorrow morning. Cheers.
Liverpool have got to get it done today, eh? I mean… I bought this $35 custom garden rock with our logo on it. Come on you Reds!
Terry goes all Mr. Miyagi on Wigan – hilarious.
God. Dammit. Thirty minutes of domination to concede that shite.
Stuart Downing got an assist for Xabi Alonso’s own-goal. I didn’t realize they counted that as an assist.
Arsenal has to be the most frustrating team on the planet right now. Honestly. A goal from the run of play would be almost weird to see for the Gunners.
Nasri needs to come off – now.
Sigh. Gutted.
This is the Clemson corollary. All of my professional teams take on the characteristics of Clemson football/basketball. Playing down to the level of their opponents and epic choke after epic choke.
Clemson basketball pales in comparison to my other team: Cleveland Browns football. The parallels are excruciating.
Fair enough. I’ll have to give that one to you.
Hey, Lucas got a haircut!
And Gerrard is off. So we have fifteen minutes to score three goals and noone on the pitch capable of creating one. Cheers.
Jesus. That was awful. At least Wigan equalized.
I wake up with a hangover and see another damn 0-0 Arsenal result.