Apparently, Frank Lampard has some insane demands. If it’s not true (which I have to hope is the case), it’s absolutely hilarious. If these contract demands are true, then Frank Lampard is hysterically insane.
Category Archives: Soccer
Robbie Keane celebrates a goal in the Spurs 2-2 tie with Arsenal. (Image)
It was a weekend of highs and lows over there in Great Britain. Lots at the top, lots at the bottom, and, oh yeah, Celtic are Scottish Premier League champs. Didn’t see that coming. We at Mr. Thursday extend our congratulations to the Ol’ Bhoys.
Firstly, Watford’s draw with Manchester City saw them officially relegated to the Championship after only one year in the top flight. Aidy Boothroyd’s battling Hornets can be very proud of their season that saw a lot of bum luck. A lot of games should’ve been won, only for their opponent to score a late equalizer and force them to do with a draw. We at Mr. Thursday offer our commiserations and eagerly await the arrival of the Yellow Army back in the big time, hopefully sooner rather than later. Family friendly team with a great bunch of supporters, a great manager, and players who really care.
It is our goal here at the Curious Mechanism to learn everything and to impart some of that stuff that we’re learning to our readers. Bearing in mind that our audience is mainly North American, a little bit of learnin’ on soccer wouldn’t do ya no harm. You can normally look for a recap of the English Premier League and other big games around Europe here on Monday but since we were lucky enough to have some UEFA Champions’ League action this week, y’uns are lucky enough to hear from us today, too.
Wednesday saw Chelsea FC in action against Valencia CF of Spain at Stamford Bridge in London. The first leg ended all square at 1-1 with a cracker of a goal from David Silva for Valencia and an equalizer from Ivorian goal-scoring machine Didier Drogba. I didn’t see the goal but I’ll bet a fiver he tripped and fell and the ball just happened to bounce off him as he was falling. As you read this column, you’ll discover just how much I hate Drogba and his Chelsea compatriots. Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho says the tie is wide open but you have to fancy Spanish high-fliers Valencia at home in the second leg, especially with their all-important away goal (if the aggregate score is tied after two legs, the team that scored more goals away from home goes through to the next round). They’ve got it under control barring any Chelsea heroics, but Chelsea have been distinctly ordinary of late and heroics seem out of the question.
The esteemed Mr. Thursday, in the glowing introduction provided me, pointed out that I am “viciously opinionated.” This is true, but only because I am always right. One of the things I am always right about is this: North America is horribly lame, with Canada being the marginally less lame of the two… [EDIT: offshoots of Great Britain (Mexico is excepted for the purposes of this entry)]. North America’s lameitude manifests itself in very different ways at any given time with varying severity but my life can safely be described as a constant to-and-fro with North America and its terrible, strangling lameness.
Take this morning. The football (North America calls this “soccer.” Do you see what I mean?) team that I build my life around, Liverpool FC, was playing against Arsenal FC at 12:30 PM Greenwich Mean Time at Anfield stadium in beautiful Liverpool, England. That has me getting up and getting to the pub for 7:30 AM. The subway is barely even open at that hour! The very rotation of the Earth, indeed the arrangement of the solar system, reinforces my opinion.