17 April 2008
22 October 2007
Quick Note
To let you know I'm alive (I started a new job been busy) and to say THIS is unadulterated bullshit.
If Dida were English or played for an English side Uefa would have decapitated him already and paraded his head around Europe.
It's crap.
Posted by Chrissy at 8:49 AM 0 comments
Labels: AC Milan, Bullshit, Celtic, Champions League, Dida
05 April 2007
Norway football predictions
One fateful weekend last year the Footie Geeza and I went to the pub to watch City play Sunderland. That day we met three crazy Norwegians. Norwegians are as insane irl as they are online. It's great fun. Anyway, since that day, we've both been following IK Start from Kristanstaad, who we were assured by our new Norveeegian friends are the best team in all of Europe.
The upcoming Norwegian league starts this Monday and they play a 26 game season. All of Scandinavia has a fucked up schedule because of all the fucking ice and blonde ladies. That's why the Patron Saint of Glasgow was able to play for Manchester United before returning to Sweden (will have to post funny Favorite Swede story later today).
Anyway, the Geeza wanted me to make some predictions on the norveeegian league. Last year, Hamar Kam and Molde FK were relegated to the second division, and Stromsgodset and Aalesund were promoted to the top flight. Onto the predictions...
1) Rosenborg
2) Lillestrom
3) Brann Bergen
4) Valerengen
5) Viking Stavanger
6) IK Start
7) Stabaek
8) Lyn SFK
9) Stromsgodset
10) Tromso
11) Fredrikstad
12) Odd Grenland
13) Sandefjord
14) Aalesund
Posted by Chrissy at 11:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Celtic, Henrik Larsson, IK Start, Norway, Norwegian Tippeligaen, Sweden, who the fuck are man united
12 March 2007
Old Firm
I meant to watch the Old Firm yesterday, but I got all kindsa screwed up by Dubya's daylight savings two weeks early bullshit and kinda didn't get up in time, even though clockwise it meant getting to the pub an hour later, real time wise it meant, still fucking early and I stayed in bed. (Only City and and sometimes footie geeza's LFC will get me outta bed and on the 630am train on a weekend).
Needless to say, I was disappointed (especially after the dramatic fashion in which Milan knocked Celtic out of the Champions League), but with the SPL this season, does this game REALLY matter? It's bragging rights, and I know that the Celtic Supporters Club that meets at my local weren't happy. But--come on it would take a train wreck for Celtic not the win the SPL.
1 Celtic 30 34 74
2 Rangers 30 25 58
I *do* find it interesting that the way the Scottish FA choose to banish Sectarianism from the match is to---invite relgious leaders to look at how the supporters wait til they're down the road before they start fighting. In my head that equates to what the anti-war kids say around these parts "War for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity"
What's funnier is the fact that it was the St. Patrick's Day Pararde in Philly and there were a shit load of Fauxirsh (Fake Irish--"I'm 100% irish my great great great grandmother was born there") wearing Celtic Shirts (because they are a Irish team, ya know), probably wondering why there were all these Scottish guys stood around looking sad--or maybe they thought they were Irish and offered to buy Paddy a pint.
Posted by Chrissy at 11:28 AM 0 comments
Labels: Celtic, Old Firm, Rangers, Scotland, Scottish Premier League


