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Confederations Cup week. Oh my. Brazil-Greece the other day was as formulaic as they come – Rehagel may be extraordinary at getting the most out of not a lot, but that was a cut above what even he is capable of. Best free kick for years, Ronaldinho and Adriano running at you, that’s fear. Robinho looked very good if unwilling to release the ball. Don’t think anyone would have the gall to say no, frankly – it all appears to have gone quiet on that particular front. Who needs him when we have Jack Hobbinho at any rate??
I am in the process of sorting out tickets and transport down to the Barnet game, will be my first visit there and indeed my first game standing on terracing! I am completely open to the experience (although granted I somehow doubt the Barnet Soul Boys will be out in force twatting the quilts); you can get enough of souless uniform modern tiers and sometimes want to go and stand on a rubbish tip where you can’t see anything, right enough! Should be a fantastic day out for all and I am already crossing several pairs of digits for a repeat of last years demolition.
Only a week til I’m off to Amsterdam for the first time. Pity it didn’t co-incide with the tournament but I really cannot wait at all. Is it out of order to go there pretty much only being able to say hello, thank you, two beers please and “Do you speak English?”. I can never get my head around the standards of English abroad, it is phenominal and I am going there with barely enough to get on a bus. I have been told it is much like Greece, where people will truly appreciate you making even the most basic effort; it’s not that much to ask either, making a respectful gesture to try and involve yourself in the country you are after all imposing yourself in! Britain remains the only country where people are entirely intolorant and ignorant of attempts to speak a completely different language – if it isn’t perfect, WITH the correct accent, people don’t want to know. I am hardly one to talk seeing as my French is ridiculously non-existant, but it’s shameful how Britain shapes itself up to be as insular as possible whilst expecting acceptance everywhere they go.
Ashley Cole got engaged to his tart the other day. Anyone who hasn’t seen that story in Private Eye about the newspaper itnerview and the Prada suit needs to read it pronto. Sorry, but his sudden tendancy to behave like a spoilt diva cannot be co-incidental, there’s no way. I have drawn my own conclusions at any rate; it isn’t particularly hard to do in this case. Not at all.
And finally and in contrast, thanks to Petel for sending me a story about Marcus Stewart – released by Sunderland, plenty of Premiership and Championship offers and big paydays on the table, and he signed for Bristol City in League 1, who he went to support as a kid. Once he knew they were in for him he ended all other taks immediately to sign. Maybe I stand corrected, and I was wrong about modern footballers after all. I hope so.
