
Match Day 23
Impossible to not write a poem about The Legend of Modrić. Also, Luka could pass for a real life Link.
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Match Day 23
Impossible to not write a poem about The Legend of Modrić. Also, Luka could pass for a real life Link.

Match Day 22
That no look, dragback, backheel, roll, flick, thing…

Match Day 21
Only during a World Cup quarter-final can a bunch of drunk strangers in a pub turn into family. Wait, no. They’re still drunk strangers.
Gotta feel for Russian Brazilian thoroughbred colt Mário Fernandes. My man has to be right back of the tourney.

Match Day 20
He left Raja home. Started Chadli and Fellaini. Finished Brazil and reached the semifinals.
Ok. Bobby is not Pep Guardiola, but he is guiding Belgium through a memorable summer.
Respect due.

Match Day 19
What England is this? Jamie Vardy sprinting around in extra time, poppin’ his bubble gum? Confidence.

Match Day 18
I’ve been watching this World Cup in chunks. It’s been a mix of late lunch break treadmill jogs, hijacking my brother in-law’s DVR and refreshing ESPN on my phone until the data plan exploded.
I long for summer days, free from responsibility where my mornings and late afternoons were planned around watching matches live.

Match Day 17
We’ve spoken about podcasts before here at F&G. But since then the football podcast universe has expanded like Thanos‘ greed.
The perennial players – The Football Ramble, The Totally Football Show, and others remain. But the Rabona podcast, hosted by Musa Okwonga and Michael Da Silva is like a poetry reading and a pub chat fell in love.

Match Day 15
Today we updated our office World Cup bracket. It’s fascinating to hear people’s reasons for selecting their teams. You hear things like:
“Well my great great great great great great Grandpa on my step mother’s side was from Belgium. So yeah I’m going for Belgium.”
“The internet says Croatia is the best team in the tournament.”
“Sergio Ramos is my boyfriend. It’s serious. Like really serious.”
Hey, as long as your watching football, we’re good.

Match Day 14.
Two clean sheets in a row. Steady Brazzzzil. Steady.