A Disappointment Writ Large
That match was a disappointment in 500 different ways. I felt so down and out after the game that I simply decided to crash for the day, although single malt whiskey may have something to do with it. But it says a lot about any game if you can’t enjoy it even with the crutch of alcohol. There was so much wrong yesterday that I don’t even know where to begin. I’ll try though. Continue reading
Best Chance in 3 Years for KBFC to Beat ATK
This is a big one, folks. It’s important for many reasons. The obvious is that it is the first match of this season. The next is that it is a repeat of the last year’s final in terms of teams and venue both. It is also important for Teddy and Meulee to start the season on the front foot. The most crucial reason though is the rivalry. Oh, the rivalry…
These two teams are possibly the most successful in the history of Indian Super League in terms of consistency. They’ve contested two of the three finals. However, the rivalry really came to a boil last season when ATK beat KBFC fifth time in 8 meetings at, you guessed it, the Tuskers’ home ground. That must’ve burned and KBFC fans must be itching for revenge. Continue reading
I am not happy. Why has my beloved Indian Super League suddenly developed a love affair with Tottenham Hotspurs? Why are the clubs signing so many former Spurs players? The inaugural season of the ISL was wonderful. There were loads of Arsenal players (Pires, Santos) that I could get behind. Now, there are barely any. Instead, Spurs are all over. After ATK (yes, still with that lame-ass Amar, Tomar crap) signed Keane, KBFC went one better with Dimitar Berbatov.
Both are former Spurs players. In fact, they played together in what could be seen as the best career season for Keane. I doubt Keane could’ve done it without Berbatov, though. Despite being an Arsenal fan, for some reason, I never hated Berbatov. It’s probably because of his artistry. If you like the Gunners or have ever liked them (tough to like them these days, I understand), you cannot but like poetry and Berbatov has always played poetically. Continue reading