Midnight clouds at noon. Santa hats spackle the stands. Scarlet scarves warm them.
Frosted morning grass. Rusted goalposts stand alone. First twenty two play.
Jack-O-Lanterns rot. Red bellied squirrels wander. Dortmund four points clear.
THE Spanish derby. The difference? Joaquín. Had the squad rapt, reciting some pre-match poetry and asking are they not … More
El Cholo. All black everything. Black shirt, black tie…
That #7 shirt looks tailored for Philippe.
Match Day 25 Antoine Griezmann is a #19. He holds the ball up like a hulking #9 and playmakes between … More
Match Day 24 I already miss my first sips of coffee at kickoff with Jorge Perez-Navarro yelling “It’s soooccccer timeeeeeeee.” I … More
Match Day 23 Impossible to not write a poem about The Legend of Modrić. Also, Luka could pass for a … More