there goes my shirt, up over my head, oh my

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I’m Already Sick Of Writing About This

No picture for this post, because I can’t stand looking at that growth on Eddie Gaven’s face.

Attention:John Harkes

Temo Blanco is not the only player who dives in MLS.  Does he dive…a lot?  Yes, and even as a Fire fan I can safely say it’s annoying at the very least.

As a commetator, you are paid to be impartial.  To call Eddie Gaven’s supreme acts of flopping a “slight embellishment” while discussing Blanco’s apparent high center of gravity and saying thing like “it really takes away from the positive aspects of his game,” is a disgrace.

And Blanco’s bitching and moaning didn’t even result in a goal.

Can I make myself anymore clear?  White people dive too.  English people dive.  Americans dive.  Get fucking used to it, and maybe call it what it is.

Oh, and if anyone else want’s Eddie’s phone number and address…see me after class.

Ugly little cunt.

I Am Not A Fan of Yours, Steven Gerrard

Whoops!

What are the odds this makes major news on any site other than Football365, who seem to have a solid head on their collective, proverbial, adjective shoulders?  And even then, someone is going to write some inane column or letter in defense of this garbage.

The fact is, Gerrard is English, and plays for Liverpool.  He’s also a bit thick.  And a bit of a cunt.  But it’s those first two that matter most.

You get xenophobia in pretty much every league in the world, but England (and Spain I guess, let’s be fair here) seem to have a real knack for a widespread, almost institutionalized distrust of the “foreign influence” on the game.

As an aside, make a mental list of, maybe, the 25 best Prem players ever.  There’s your “foreign influence” right there.

But, to so many in England, it seems that playacting, cheating, diving, faffing about, and what have you, are all strictly within the domain of the foreign players. Steven Gerrard, that Scouse bastard that he is, has proven time and time again that this is a world disease.

Obviously, diving needs to stop.  But the blind eye it seems that “Stevie G” gets from so many sections of the English media needs to stop too.

…Oh, and I guess this post means I’m back.  Again.

Soccernet’s Scoreboard

The Season Starts Now

….OK, yesterday, and a further OK to “several leagues in Europe.”

Aside from maybe baseball (I’m sorry, I don’t buy into “opening day magic” in a 162-game season), there are few more exciting sporting days for me than season-opening weekends, and we’ve got a few across the Continent this weekend.

The Football League started up, with the Premier League next weekend, and for me it’s already been a pretty decent start. Charlton beat promoted Swansea 2-0, which frankly isn’t quite a good enough result for me, but after such a dismal campaign last season I’m fine with three points, no matter what the score. This is, as widely publicized, the Addick’s last season of parachute payments, so if they don’t make it stick we could be stuck in the Soda Jerk League for far, far too long. We all know the ramifications of not bouncing back up…Leicester, anyone? It’s been a painfully quiet summer on the transfer front in SE7, so in all honesty my south London brethren could very well be “enjoying” trips to magical Barnsley for a while, yet.

Rangers made up for their absolute clusterfuck of a Champion’s League “campaign” (fuck the heck, no they didn’t) by beating a strong Falkirk side 1-0, and PSG suffered a (somewhat promising) early season setback against Monaco.

This is an incredibly basic post as I didn’t actually see any of the games in question, though I DID see the Fire’s incredible comeback win at New England…what the fuck was Reis complaining about on Conde’s goal, anyway? I’ll let Arriaga talk about that if he wants, as he knows much more about the Fire than me.

Keep it locked here, hopefully between Arriaga and myself we catch plenty of Olympic action.

Until then, enjoy one of the greatest finishes to a match I’ve ever seen (HT: The Offside)

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Welcome Back YCIR, and Welcome Back PSG

It's time to wake up this sleeping giant

So, we’ve been gone for a while here at the Your Club Is Rubbish HQ (Current location: my parent’s spare bedroom, Aurora, IL).  I’ll spare you my own explanation as to where the hell I’ve been, but for the sake of keeping up appearances I’ll say it involved copious amounts of liquor, thick-cut drugs, pills, loose cash and foreign hookers (you pick the nationality, it’s not important to me).

Before I get onto the meat-and-potatoes of this post, let me address a few things that have absolutely nothing to do with the focus of this blog entry – the upcoming resurgence of my beloved Paris Saint-Germain.

-the prospect of getting a colonoscopy at 22 is not very exciting

-TNA Wrestling is absolutely unwatchable, I am missing ROH’s next Chicago visit due to work, but Summerslam is actually worth paying for this year.

-How fucking old is Khujo Goodie?  That dude looks at least 50 in his newest video.  Jesus, man, the streets have not been kind to you.

-The new Prodigy video is keeping in step with his other recent stuff and is raw and disturbing as hell, while the first N.E.R.D. video I’ve seen off the new album is a mindfuck.

Alright then, follow the jump for some high hopes for this year’s Ligue 1 season.

Euro 2008 – scoreboard

Living on Mars and missing out on Euro2008? Not anymore.

Euro 2008 – scoreboard

Volkswagen: Verstehen Sie Irony?

Yet another shirt sponsor was announced earlier today, this one involving the oft over hyped DC Whonited, who abandoned their famous Adidas inspired three horizontal stripes at the start of the season (and in turn played the first few games in a hideous solid black kit that looked more like a training jersey than one fit for matchplay) in favor of a brand-spakin’-new Volkswagen logo. The deal struck seems rather lucrative, set to pump $14 million into the club over the next five years, an option at naming rights for DC’s fictional new soccer specific stadium, and even free parking to the first 50 VW cars that pull into the lot on gameday. Now to some, this might seem like a rather positive step for D(i)C(k), and the league as a whole, to have yet another successful and recognizable company on board. However, I can’t help but feel my conspiracy theory paranoia rearing its ugly head…

be fucking honest.

It doesn’t matter how you feel about Manchester United. It doesn’t matter how you feel about Christiano Ronaldo. Either way, you have to admit the guy has had a sick as fuck season. How sick exactly? How about you try scoring your 40th goal of the season in the Premiership with your dick and make it look as if you’re so bored you might drift off to sleep at any second. (1:50-2:40)

Yeah… thought so.

No Excuses This Time

Ok, so maybe Beantown crybabies might cling to the one excuse they actually still have left, whining “We still don’t have Twellman wah wah wah,” then proceed to drown their sorrows with a twelve pack of glass-ridden Sam Adams, put on their favorite Red Sox jersey, rub one out while watching a well worn VHS copy of Good Will Hunting, and pass out on the couch in a pile of what I can only assume is a healthy mix of vomit, urine, semen, and possibly some bloody stool.