A World Cup of Upsets; Deory, Mimouni and Chhetri

I would’ve written this post sooner but there just wasn’t enough to write about. There was the World Cup final and third-place playoff, of course, but there’s only so much you can write about something that the whole damn world is writing about. Besides, it took me a while to recover from those games. You have to watch the finals with full commitment, you know.

So France took the cup and didn’t care how much the English yelled that “it’s coming home”. The English didn’t even get the bronze medal. Serves them right, playing such atrocious football on the biggest stage in the world. You think they’ll give up glorifying their orcist tendencies in the EPL now? No? Neither do I. The English can be as thick-skinned as trolls sometimes. Continue reading

England’s Easy Path at the World Cup; KBFC & BFC Take Transfer Centre-stage; FC Goa’s Opportunism

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

World Cup Shocks; Habas the Henchman; “Nonsense” Trophy & a Couple of Signings

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

ISL Rules, Regulations, and (My) Reactions

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

IMD Predicts a Smattering of ISLBLOG Posts; Football Junkies (Funkies?) Want More

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