Ok, I hate to go down this road, but...
If you know anyone that has the standard, pat, hackneyed story that they hate soccer and it's boring, find a tape of today's Chelsea/Tottenham game that ended 4-4.
This one paid for my $15 Setanta Sports Broadband connection all by itself.
Really, I'm at a loss for anything to say. It was that amazing, to say nothing how it was two points massively dropped by Chelsea.
Your presenter (Mark Lawrenceson, me thinks) nearly shit his pants/had his head explode in the 93rd minute when Carlo Cudicini got his Italian paw on Dmitar Berbatov's open shot. Un-fuck-ing real. (Here are some highlights, until the content police spoil it.)
Hands down my official 'Match of the Year' until further notice. It's not that the game featured eight goals combined. Lots of games feature a ton of goals.
It was the pure drama to it. You had two teams that don't like each other that happen to play within the same city. You had Chelsea trying to revive it's title aspirations. You had a sizzling atmosphere at White Hart Lane -- the hyped up atmosphere that is sometimes utterly absent at top flight games.
Man, I wish I could compose myself and think of something meaningful and eloquent to sum up the preceding, but right now my head is flying -- maybe because of the Dunkin' Donuts coffee I slurped down, or maybe because VH1 Classic is showing classic metal videos on 'Pop-Up Video.' (Shrunken heads anyone?)
But I can't focus. The hamster on the wheel inside my noggin is churning super fast.
This was just pure back-and-back stuff and utter madness. It was 1-0 to Chelsea, 2-1 to Chelsea, 3-1 to Chelsea and finally 4-3 with 10 minutes left and somehow Spurs -- with nothing to play for no less -- kept fighting back. Three goal in the final 15 minutes.
In the end, this was your most freakish 'FIFA'/'PES' game brought to life. Except it wasn't some kid with a xXxRonaldo69xXx pulling the strings on the other end.
For all the talk in the latest 'FourFourTwo' for the death of the 4-4-2 formation, Spurs' pairing of Berbatov and Keane looks pretty damned impressive.
And speaking of impressive, as much as Chelsea is loathsome and contemptible it's impossible to hate on Joe Cole -- even with the wristbands. Two absolute peaches of goals, basically individual efforts -- one with the aid of bouncing off Paul Robinson , who earlier in the game was nutmegged by Drogba (his first league goal since November.)
In the bigger picture this sum mates why Chelsea probably won't win the Premier League. You can't blow four leads in one game, which would propel you into second place and expect to recover. Chelsea are now five adrift of Manchester United, which sleepwalked to a 2-0 win over Bolton with the likes of Gerard Pique, John O'Shea, Darren Fletcher, Owen Hargreaves (at right back) and Louis Saha starting.
Though it wasn't as drool-worthy as the entire Spurs/Chelsea affair -- track down Cristiano Ronaldo's first-half freekick goal. As Nick Webster said on the FSC halftime, call Einstein and Newtown. The laws of physics aren't supposed to work like that. (Fucking Premier League/YouTube rigmarole.)
Your biggest winner today was probably Arsene Wenger, who's merlot went down easier tonight thanks to his hated rivals from North London. Against the odds, well for 89 minutes anyway, Arsenal are still relevant in the title race. Me thinks Sunday's game from Stamford Bridge might be worth watching, eh?
After some dreary stuff in the winter doldrums of the league I can safely say in the words of Constanza -- "I'm back...baby!"
If you know anyone that has the standard, pat, hackneyed story that they hate soccer and it's boring, find a tape of today's Chelsea/Tottenham game that ended 4-4.
This one paid for my $15 Setanta Sports Broadband connection all by itself.
Really, I'm at a loss for anything to say. It was that amazing, to say nothing how it was two points massively dropped by Chelsea.
Your presenter (Mark Lawrenceson, me thinks) nearly shit his pants/had his head explode in the 93rd minute when Carlo Cudicini got his Italian paw on Dmitar Berbatov's open shot. Un-fuck-ing real. (Here are some highlights, until the content police spoil it.)
Hands down my official 'Match of the Year' until further notice. It's not that the game featured eight goals combined. Lots of games feature a ton of goals.
It was the pure drama to it. You had two teams that don't like each other that happen to play within the same city. You had Chelsea trying to revive it's title aspirations. You had a sizzling atmosphere at White Hart Lane -- the hyped up atmosphere that is sometimes utterly absent at top flight games.
Man, I wish I could compose myself and think of something meaningful and eloquent to sum up the preceding, but right now my head is flying -- maybe because of the Dunkin' Donuts coffee I slurped down, or maybe because VH1 Classic is showing classic metal videos on 'Pop-Up Video.' (Shrunken heads anyone?)
But I can't focus. The hamster on the wheel inside my noggin is churning super fast.
This was just pure back-and-back stuff and utter madness. It was 1-0 to Chelsea, 2-1 to Chelsea, 3-1 to Chelsea and finally 4-3 with 10 minutes left and somehow Spurs -- with nothing to play for no less -- kept fighting back. Three goal in the final 15 minutes.
In the end, this was your most freakish 'FIFA'/'PES' game brought to life. Except it wasn't some kid with a xXxRonaldo69xXx pulling the strings on the other end.
For all the talk in the latest 'FourFourTwo' for the death of the 4-4-2 formation, Spurs' pairing of Berbatov and Keane looks pretty damned impressive.
And speaking of impressive, as much as Chelsea is loathsome and contemptible it's impossible to hate on Joe Cole -- even with the wristbands. Two absolute peaches of goals, basically individual efforts -- one with the aid of bouncing off Paul Robinson , who earlier in the game was nutmegged by Drogba (his first league goal since November.)
In the bigger picture this sum mates why Chelsea probably won't win the Premier League. You can't blow four leads in one game, which would propel you into second place and expect to recover. Chelsea are now five adrift of Manchester United, which sleepwalked to a 2-0 win over Bolton with the likes of Gerard Pique, John O'Shea, Darren Fletcher, Owen Hargreaves (at right back) and Louis Saha starting.
Though it wasn't as drool-worthy as the entire Spurs/Chelsea affair -- track down Cristiano Ronaldo's first-half freekick goal. As Nick Webster said on the FSC halftime, call Einstein and Newtown. The laws of physics aren't supposed to work like that. (Fucking Premier League/YouTube rigmarole.)
Your biggest winner today was probably Arsene Wenger, who's merlot went down easier tonight thanks to his hated rivals from North London. Against the odds, well for 89 minutes anyway, Arsenal are still relevant in the title race. Me thinks Sunday's game from Stamford Bridge might be worth watching, eh?
After some dreary stuff in the winter doldrums of the league I can safely say in the words of Constanza -- "I'm back...baby!"
Labels: Chelsea, cristiano ronaldo, manchester United, Premier League, tottenham hotspur
Shaq here...I just happened on this in the 91st minute while I was at the gym today and I couldn't believe what I was watching. After Keane scored the goal immediately called Suppe to find out if this game was live...minutes later Berbatov misses the wide open shot! How can I get amped up for a March Madness buzzer beater after watching this?
nobody else covering this anywhere on the intertubes.....that freddy adu kid, he's not bad. ok, so maybe those freekicks weren't exactly beckham-vs-greece; and certainly he's not the next leo messi. but, man, he's pretty good nevertheless. ever since the u-20 wc last summer, it has clicked for the kid.
whoever taught jozy to dive did a fantastic job. unfortunately.
kljestan has been pretty fiesty.
and marvell -- wow, some genuine fullback play from the US. haven't seen that since....well, ever. keep it up.
roll on to the smog of beijing.