Showing posts with label Eduardo da Silva. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eduardo da Silva. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 March 2008

What Football And Whoopee Cushions Have In Common


Funny thing pressure.

I mean it is one of those words that has lots of meanings that all mean the same. It is certainly a word we hear a lot about in the world of football.

There is the scientific definition;

"The force applied to a unit area of surface"
(such as that applied to Eduardo's leg causing it to break)

Pressure as an action;

"The act of pressing; the exertion of pressure"
(such as that applied by the forwards of a football team hungry for a goal)

Pressure to be attended to;

"The state of urgently demanding notice or attention"
(like our proximity to the relegation zone)

Sensual pressure;

"The somatic sensation of pressure"
(like the hug Rooney gave Renaldo last night when he scored)

The 'may the force be with you' sort of pressure;

"A force that compels"
(such as the twelfth man provided by a good football crowd)

And of course, the pressure we feel from others;

"To cause to do through pressure or necessity, by physical, moral or intellectual means"
(how many managers have 'resigned' in the face of that one?)

Pressure is often seen as a bad thing of course. Associated with stress and anxiety.

It can be a good thing too though. Peer pressure, for example, can be a major contributor to creating an effective team. And you need pressure to create change - whether in the environment or internally.

And of course, without pressure, what good would a whoopee cushion be?

Monday, 3 March 2008

There's Only One Georgina Best, One Georgina Best


"He's got no skills and walks like Heather Mills"

..... is the chant that has been ringing out on the terraces about Eduardo.

Now this is a girl who is not averse to extracting the urine if you know what I mean. In fact I have been told I am bad for it. By my lover for one.
And I love some of the funny chants fans make up sometimes.

But somehow it seems to become slightly more distasteful when chants are personalised.

I mean how would you feel if you were Andy Hunt?

To the tune of 'When The Saints Go Marching In'...

'Oh Andy Hunt, is good up front,
Oh Andy Hunt is good up front,
He's got a name that rhymes with fanny,
Oh Andy Hunt is good up front'.


He can't help his name after all. (Well actually he could if he was a friend of my son who changed one of his friend's names to "Daddy Fantastic" as his birthday present and now he can't get a job)
Or Sammy Lee when they sang;

'He's fat, he's round,
His arse drags on the ground,
Sammy Lee, Sammy Lee.'

I mean its hardly his fault he was horizontally challenged. (Even if he was a bit of a pie eater).

And as for the suggestion Wayne Rooney can't score goals.......

"He can only score in a brothel
Score in a brothel"

......... well it's just nonsense.

Anyway back to the Eduardo chant. I can see a glimpse of humour way off in the distance but it just doesn't feel funny.

What do you think?

Thursday, 28 February 2008

Cruel To Be Kind?


I have been pondering on one of the comments made in response to one of my recent posts that football is like a soap opera (thanks paul coombes!)

If I'm honest, true to my girlie nature, it was probably those soap opera qualities that drew me into football. It was my entry point really.

But there have been a number of events recently that have made me think beyond that. One was actually another comment on this blog by Mrs Dowie ,when I had been unkind about Iain Dowie, in which he talked about a kind act by the former Coventry manager. Another was the Eduardo/Taylor incident and all the aftermath.

Football is a soap opera. There is no doubt about it. Larger than life stories that take you to the fringes of belief. The madness of life in the fast lane. The bizarre coincidences that could never happen in real life.

These events, though, have reminded me of the difference between the two. Because although there is an element of the characters 'acting', in that they project a public persona (David Beckham can't possibly look that gorgeous all the time can he?), behind the soap opera are real people with real lives. And feelings.

And the whole world is their judge and jury as they live life in the spotlight.

So my feeling when I read tonight of the generosity of spirit of Eduardo and how it is bringing comfort to Taylor, was one of warmth towards two other human beings, touched by tragedy and digging deep to recover from the wounds it has left - physical and psychological.

I have resolved to try to always bear in mind that when I am considering delivering biting satire at the expense of some hapless victim, that what I say could be hurtful.

Except, of course, in the case of Leeds United, when cruelty is entirely justified.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

One Thing Leads To Another


I'm absolutely shattered today. Emotionally and physically. It's been a long one.

I can barely put one foot in front of the other. The same could be said too of Eduardo today as he left hospital. We would both do well to remember that tomorrow is another day and nothing ever stays the same.

And talking of putting one foot in front of the other, I understand that is what David Beckham is saying he is going to focus on over the coming weeks as he battles to reach peak fitness.

And talking of battles, those naughty boys have been fighting again.

Which is what Richard Hope, Captain of Wrexam, is vowing to do to ensure they do not get relegated at the end of the season.

Unlike Liverpool, who in some quarters are saying that they should be challenging for the Premiership title.

Another challenge in the news, of course, is Middlesbrough's criticism of the FA's decision to not only reject their appeal against Aliadiere's ban but to extend it by a futher match.

And on the subject of matches, what about this proposal to have the vote for man of the match on line?

Did I say on-line? Good grief look at the time. I have been on line for over an hour. Time to stop I think and rest my weary head.

Goodnight girls - and boys too if there are any out there xx

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

Are You A Fox Or A Hedgehog?


If Football was a work of literature, what genre do you think it would be?

Perhaps horror. After all that is the label that has been attached to the Taylor tackle on Da Silva. And it is by no means the first.

Comedy maybe? Or a tragedy.

Something to touch the heart? Or a little bit sexy?

I think, though, it is probably a fable. Which means you need to decide whether you are a fox or a hedgehog.

What am I? Well girls, there are no spikes on me. I'm as foxy as they come.

Monday, 25 February 2008

Sometimes Things Just Happen



I have to say my heart goes out to both Eduardo da Silva and Martin Taylor today.

Da Silva is facing a nine month gradual return to fitness in the aftermath of his injury. He will miss this summer's European Cup, where he was due to play for Croatia and will have months of rehabilitation ahead of him.

Equally, from what I can gather, Taylor is distraut about what happened on Saturday. Voices speaking up on behalf of him are adamant that he is a gentle giant who would never execute a malicious tackle, let alone deliberately break someone's leg.

To be fair, his statistics support that. No yellow cards and only one red in his career. And Eduardo is not blaming him either.

Awful to think, then, that he is receiving death threats.

Sometimes these things just happen.

Maybe both of them can take some comfort that there is always someone worse off - leastways if this is to be believed.