Considering there had been more goals at Upton Park than at any other Premier League ground this season, the first-half was a relatively subdued affair between two sides desperate for three points at opposite ends of the table.
Well that sums it all up in 25 words or less.
8 comments:
I can't help but notice that your soccer posts are attracting little to no real interest.
Soccer is like that. Let our hands be free!!
The basic requirements for maintaining an enthusiasm for UK soccer are a high tolerance for disappointment and a general unconcern for the jeers and hooting of a hostile world, approaching the apatheia of the saints, so I imagine that the absence of comments hardly registers on Another Kiwi.
Nobody loves us – we don't care - Millwall!!
I can barely keep up w/ (maintain interest in) the surfeit of athletic amusement in these United Snakes.
Can't imagine worrying about some other dump's games. Except Sumo.
I can't help but notice that your soccer posts are attracting little to no real interest.
My fault, partially, but with Liverpool in seventh I'm not that enthused.
Soccer is like that. Let our hands be free!!
Or, you know, the internet in general.
The basic requirements for maintaining an enthusiasm for UK soccer are a high tolerance for disappointment and a general unconcern for the jeers and hooting of a hostile world, approaching the apatheia of the saints
Do you watch the Vancouver Canucks? Sounds awfully familiar.
It's therapy, Mikey.
Keep your hands above the table
Dammit.
Foiled again.
A confession. I was desperately hoping that these rooting-interests posts were actually describing Rugby. Then I would call it 'soccer', and the floodgates of hilarity (just south of the sluices of sophistry) would open to the benefit of all.
And then, and THEN, AND THEN, damned if it doesn't turn out to be soccer after all. Shoulda coulda woulda called it Rugby and it would have all worked out.
Hey Look! It's sunday. Are the forty niners on tv today?
What is this rugged berry of which you speak?
Ah the Sluices of Sophistry! many afternoons I have picnicked there. A bottle of Raspberry sarsaparilla, a family pack of twinkies and the day dissolves before one.
at least nobody's calling it 'football'
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