I don’t want England to win the World Cup. There. I have now voiced out loud what will be one of the most unpopular opinions on the internet. I have very compelling reasons for this opinion, though, and none of them are that the England team is full of Spuds (although, that does bother me).
But, this is an intro so I can’t divulge the meat of what I’m going to write here. That’ll be like pissing in the wind while holding an axe over my own foot. Apart from my opinion on England at the World Cup, there are a few transfer dealings that you should know about if you like the Indian Super League. Here goes. Continue reading
I was conflicted about this post. I was unsure whether I should write it before the beginning of the Round of 16 or after. For the record, I couldn’t make a decision. The decision was made for me simply because I dallied too long. I feel there’s a life-lesson somewhere here – something to do with how you can’t sit on the fence too long about anything and how stagnation is essentially a form of regression.
But, who cares about all, right? There are more important things to consider, like Argentina and Spain’s exit! That’s three world champions already out of the World Cup since Germany didn’t make it past the group stage. Continue reading
The FIFA World Cup is in full swing. Are you watching? I’m trying to watch. The late-night matches don’t work for me. The rest I try. I saw Mexico beat Germany and what smashing football they played to do it too. Swashbuckling performance, I say laddie! Then, there was the mighty Vikings taking down Argentina.
While the world focused on how Messi missed his penalty vis-à-vis Ronaldo’s hat trick; I had an altogether different observation. My observation has led me to the conclusion that yoga must’ve originated in Iceland. Continue reading
So, in my bid to be more regular, I’ve started writing posts on the phone. I’m writing this in front of the Tele where Suarez, Cavani and company are being thwarted by an unknown who goes by the name of Elshanawy (it’s 85 minutes). BTW IT’S THE WORLD CUP! YAY!
The moment I wrote that paragraph above, Uruguay scored. It’s the writers’/commentators’ curse… I hope an Egyptian hitman didn’t board a flight to collect my head.
I saw the first game between Russia and Saudi Arabia too. I saw the first 70 minutes and while I enjoyed the fancy goal, the match itself was quite underwhelming. Even the Cutty Sark couldn’t make is interesting. Writing about it is also not interesting. So, let me add humour so that it is at least interesting enough to read.
I noted that Russians had a player called Cherchesov. You think our PM had a chai pe charcha with Cherchesov while in Sochi recently?
Enough politics though. I wanna write about the supposedly new rules of the upcoming season (you see, they haven’t been confirmed by official channels yet). Let’s dive into it right away, shall we? Continue reading
My name is Shaleen and I can’t be regular (no, I’m not an addict unless you’re thinking of the football variety). Also, that ^^ is not what my nose looks like.
There. I’ve said it now.
Let me be honest here. If i was following a blog as irregular as mine, I would have blacklisted it immediately. The fact that you’re reading this is probably because we share the passion that is football.
Maybe I’m relying on that passion to pull us through. Pull you through any bouts of mediocrity that you come across this blog and pull me through instances of lack of commitment/lack of time. Continue reading