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everytime chelsea lose i rant. and i rant again today because the defeat could not have been more deserved. and we were lucky to lose just 3-1. fuck, i don’t quite remember the last time i was so frustrated in front of the telly. must have been scolari’s time, light years away now. and usually we get away with playing badly, but wigan just happened to be so good today, concurring with our off-day.
hell, i don’t remember a single notable contribution by ashley cole. and i calculated only ONE forward run from bosingwa in his entire 68 minutes. the midfield kept losing the ball, and anelka at times was dropping so deep to retrieve he was like a central midfielder. that they kept the fullbacks quiet AND compressed the central midfield suggests that either wigan had 15 players on the field or chelsea were just not moving the ball with any acceptable pace.
drogba tried hard but was pretty much feeding on scraps. malouda was bright, beats the hell out of me why he was taken off when we were already a goal down. mikel was absolutely barrgghhhh i’ve never seen him play worse. cech, rush of blood to the head. carvalho was by far and away our best player, with some awesome last-ditch tackles and the like. tells you how badly we were on the ropes.
maybe this whole 100% record, new record for winning streak shit has got to the players’ heads. well, this IS a good kick up their millionaire backsides, lest they play like this against liverpool and lose 6-1. and i get torrents of taunts to endure.
liverpool next. i’m not sure what the rules are now, if cech’s suspension takes effect immediately. used to be in the match after, which means chelsea will still have cech for liverpool if the rules haven’t changed. fuckkkkkkkk.
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chanced upon a friend’s old blog entry, and she has huge lofty dreams in academia. so do i, as people close to me would know. but mannnn, huge difference is that, she’s got everything all mapped out. grad school application, to-do lists and everything. she knows her dreams, which sound crazy, but then again wussy, achievable dreams are not much good are they?
i want a Ph.D. so that i can have a ‘Dr.’ in correspondences to me. so that i am enabled to write, teach and live somewhere where i am not forcibly conscripted, where the weather’s not perpetually a million degrees and where the crisp red autumn leaves, the first fall of snow and the spring winds are not just concepts i read about in poetry. and so that i am paid decently. is the pragmatism not depressing, especially from a literature major?
well of course i love lit too, but my area of greatest romantic interest and hopefully specialisation, the 16th and 17th century, is already inundated with canons and critics, and more papers published than a million middlemarches meshed together. people who know literature often point that out to me, and to them i confidently reply that ‘i shall maybe find a new slant on the renaissance’. that’s just smokescreen-speak for ‘i don’t know’, and i’m still waiting for that new great idea to hit me. someday.
and, grad studies is a bit of a luxury as far as my family is concerned. i have access to rather moderate means, and perhaps unexceptional ‘expectations’ (heh heh), but i highly doubt i could get through grad school in some nice glamourous country without at least some self-funding. so i’ve got to make my own way, and half-kowtow to my government paymasters (much as i hate this place). as we speak i have some tiny amounts of money invested in some managed funds, for the express interest of saving for grad school. it sucks to have to fend for myself so young in life, but in a nice positive way it is also greatly empowering.
and these days i live with the growing fear that my life would peter out and be ordinary. just another one of those teachers who teach and hate their job, and return home, wherever it might be, to debts, to a whiny wife and mundane middle-class mediocrity.
or maybe it’s just that none of this semester’s modules really fire me up. last semester, i had great dreams, and really enjoyed myself. this semester, *cough* i could not even muster concerted attempts to finish a number of books. and so it is just one deadline after another, before i get my head up again.
blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,
And take my tears, which are love’s wine,
And try your mistress’ tears at home,
For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor can you more judge women’s thoughts by tears,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
O perverse sex, where none is true but she,
Who’s therefore true, because her truth kills me.
- Twickenham Garden, John Donne
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the allure of the uncanny connection between heathcliff and catherine is so immensely powerful only because they can never be together.
to have is to cease to want.
i can’t laugh, and i can’t sing
i feel slightly guilty that i haven’t been writing here.
i want to. but i have so much writing on my hands now, during the school term, that anything more than 140 characters just seems beyond my very limited powers.
just thought i’d say
that after so long, i do still think of you.
and i hope that you’ve found or will find what you couldn’t see in me.
but you only want the ones,
don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
she’d beat you if she’s able.
you know the queen of hearts
is always your best bet.
shove your rules up where the sun don’t shine
from F*FA’s “regulations on the status and transfer of players”, page 15, article 17, point 4
any club signing a professional who has terminated his contract without just cause has induced that professional to commit a breach. The club shall be banned from registering any new players, either nationally or internationally, for two registration periods.
so let’s see:
1. age of majority = 18. below 18 = minor. minors cannot sign legally binding contracts.
2. football rule: no professional contracts can be signed before a player is 16.
3. gael kakuta was 15 when he signed for chelsea. therefore, logic decrees that he was 15 or younger when he was at lens.
4. therefore, kakuta couldn’t have signed a professional contract at lens.
5. thus rule 17.4 hasn’t been broken and fifa are idiots.
6. To people who point out “precedents”, Mexes was most definitely a professional at the time of his move to Roma. FC Sion were punished for signing a 36-year old goalkeeper, and I would presume he is a professional too. therefore, the punishment on Chelsea IS unprecedented and therefore a bloody farce.
7. to add to that, on the 25-man panel of f*fa’s “dispute resolution chamber”, there are 2 men from france and 0 from england.
8. the fi*a president claims to want to protect young players. and he does so by banning them for no good reason. therefore he is a hypocrite.
9. the esteemed president of the very association who is now punishing kakuta and chelsea for not honoring the divine sanctity of the contract described cristiano ronaldo as a “modern-day slave” when he was tragically and unfairly not allowed to be induced into breaking his contract and go to real madrid. therefore, he is a hypocrite and he is culturally-insensitive too.
10. therefore, i am 100% correct, f*fa are idiots, and its president is a culturally-insensitive hypocrite.
11. law firms who are interested in hiring the next celebrity sports lawyer please feel free to drop me an email. i am also open to being “induced” to defend manyoo in their pogba case.
I PREDICT A RIOT
and so it is…
Chelsea Football Club has issued the following statement:
Chelsea will mount the strongest appeal possible following the decision of FIFA’s Dispute Resolution Chamber over Gaël Kakuta.
The sanctions are without precedent to this level and totally disproportionate to the alleged offence and the financial penalty imposed.
We cannot comment further until we receive the full written rationale for this extraordinarily arbitrary decision.
okay at least i’m happy with this strongly-worded statement. down with the bastards! i mean, conspiracy theories may seem daft and stupid, but when shit like this happens SO OFTEN (i’m still bitter over the questionable refereeing of last year’s CL semis) it gets harder and harder not to buy into them.
response from lens president:
“Chelsea didn’t follow the rules. They contacted the player when he wasn’t even 16 yet, and while he had been contracted to our training group from the age of eight.
i do not claim to be an expert on french and european labour laws, but i’m pretty fucking sure that the abovementioned player could not have been of a legal age to sign a contract at EIGHT. doh.
