
Well, not really.
I missed the Coppa (and spending time with my niece, actually) to watch the Battle for Four for Jason’s sake. First, I was testing to see if he would actually watch it; testing his commitment level, if you will. Second, because I just assumed Inter was going to win. Let’s face it, Jose can do no wrong. He is no longer The Special One, but rather, The Superior One. I mean, if Udinese had score ONE MORE FUCKING GOAL when they faced Roma at the semi-final (Fun Fact: That was my first blog post!), obviously it would be no competition. But to watch Roma lose? Well, I rather see an epic battle of height (Crouch) v vampire (Tevez). Height won.
Though I should point out that 3 seconds before the goal, my crappy illegal feed cut out and I completely missed it.
But in the end, the good guys won both games. Mancini looked like a poor man’s Jose (for sooooooooooooooo many reasons, but mainly, for the scarf) and Redknapp was bouncing about. I can only imagine the “Jose Reaction” for his win; I considered watching the end just to see it but was disgusted when I heard my dad call, “Totti’s out. Red.” So, let’s go with a Jose quote instead:
“It was a game with aggression and intensity. We always controlled the game and Roma lost their heads a bit.” – JM.
But the real hero of today was Crouch. I, like everyone else in the world, have a special place in my heart for Crouch. It’s most likely because he reminds me as Stephan Merchant, but I am in love with him. It is also because I can also easily pick him off on the pitch when watching games on a shite Internet feed.
By the way, I am well aware I should be focusing more on the Epic Battle for First, but there’s something about THE Spurs that I can’t stop watching, they’re a really fun team.
Alright, fair enough. Focus. We can’t lose to Wigan on Sunday. Heads in the game, boys.
Hopp,
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SCM;
ReplyDeleteYou really are an EVIL ORANGE little woman aren't you? Still, i hope toe Pensioners walk all over the Latics this Sunday, Come on you Blues!
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Sixstud