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The Lord Of The Cards: Real Madrid v Rayo Vallecano Match Spam Special Edition
Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of future cule ridicule. Real Madrid stands upon the brink of three gruelling matches; none can escape them. You will unite or you will fall further behind Barca. Each players is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth your game, Madrid.




There is only one Lord of the Cards. Only one who can book them to his will. And he does not share popular opinion.

It is strange that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little, red thing ...

Where is the pony and his armband? Where is the whistle that was blowing? They have passed like rain through gelled hair. Like Adán’s spot in the starting line-up. Our momentum has gone down on the pitch. Behind poor officiating, into shadow. How did it come to this?

A wizard is never out of form, Marca. Nor is he struggling. He assists precisely when he means to ...



YOU ... SHALL NOT ... PASS ... TO SAMI!

"I can't do this, Mesut."
"I know. It’s all wrong. By rights Sergio should be here. But he isn’t. It’s like in the match reports, Cris; the ones that don’t really matter. Full of doom and derision, they are. And sometimes you don’t want to know the players’ ratings, because how can someone who scored also end up Flop of the Match? How can the rags love us when we win, when they look forward critiquing our every loss? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this season. Even suspensions must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’s just Marcelo back to playing regularly. Those will be the stories that stay with you, that mean something, even if you weren’t feliz enough to understand why. But I think, Cris, I do understand. I know now. Players caught in controversy have lots of chances of transferring to new clubs, only they don’t. They keep playing. Because they are holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Mesut?"
"That there’s still a chance we can get one over Barca, Cris. And it’s worth fighting for."
"It is a pity Ronaldo didn’t score when he had the chance ..."

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Ronaldo’s foot. Many that win deserve to lose. Some that lose deserve to win. Do not be too eager to deal out pwnage in judgment. Even the bookies cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that UEFA has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Ronaldo may rule the fate of Madrid."
One does not simply ignore the ears ...

Foul, you fool!

Attack! Attack, Runners of Santiago! Foul deeds awake, yellow and reds! Defence lines shall be shaken! Shin guards shall be splintered! A rainy day! A derby day! Ere the offside flag rises! Run now! Run now! Run for Mou, and the injury time’s ending! Score! Score! Scoooooore!

"Mesut, what do your besugo eyes see?"

"They'll be taking this match into injury time!"
"Farewell, my brave bros. My work is now finished. Here at last, at the strike of the 67th minute comes the end of our teamwork. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil … and I’ll just be sitting on the bench right over there."

"I like half of this match half as well as I should like, and I liked less than half of it half as well as it deserved! Good n8!"

(YEEEEAAAAHHHHH! More than ten years on and I still got these quotes memorized! Take that, social life!)








There is only one Lord of the Cards. Only one who can book them to his will. And he does not share popular opinion.

It is strange that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a little, red thing ...

Where is the pony and his armband? Where is the whistle that was blowing? They have passed like rain through gelled hair. Like Adán’s spot in the starting line-up. Our momentum has gone down on the pitch. Behind poor officiating, into shadow. How did it come to this?


A wizard is never out of form, Marca. Nor is he struggling. He assists precisely when he means to ...













YOU ... SHALL NOT ... PASS ... TO SAMI!


"I can't do this, Mesut."
"I know. It’s all wrong. By rights Sergio should be here. But he isn’t. It’s like in the match reports, Cris; the ones that don’t really matter. Full of doom and derision, they are. And sometimes you don’t want to know the players’ ratings, because how can someone who scored also end up Flop of the Match? How can the rags love us when we win, when they look forward critiquing our every loss? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this season. Even suspensions must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it’s just Marcelo back to playing regularly. Those will be the stories that stay with you, that mean something, even if you weren’t feliz enough to understand why. But I think, Cris, I do understand. I know now. Players caught in controversy have lots of chances of transferring to new clubs, only they don’t. They keep playing. Because they are holding on to something."

"What are we holding on to, Mesut?"
"That there’s still a chance we can get one over Barca, Cris. And it’s worth fighting for."
"It is a pity Ronaldo didn’t score when he had the chance ..."

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Ronaldo’s foot. Many that win deserve to lose. Some that lose deserve to win. Do not be too eager to deal out pwnage in judgment. Even the bookies cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that UEFA has some part to play yet, for good or ill, before this is over. The pity of Ronaldo may rule the fate of Madrid."
One does not simply ignore the ears ...

Foul, you fool!


Attack! Attack, Runners of Santiago! Foul deeds awake, yellow and reds! Defence lines shall be shaken! Shin guards shall be splintered! A rainy day! A derby day! Ere the offside flag rises! Run now! Run now! Run for Mou, and the injury time’s ending! Score! Score! Scoooooore!

"Mesut, what do your besugo eyes see?"

"They'll be taking this match into injury time!"
"Farewell, my brave bros. My work is now finished. Here at last, at the strike of the 67th minute comes the end of our teamwork. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil … and I’ll just be sitting on the bench right over there."

"I like half of this match half as well as I should like, and I liked less than half of it half as well as it deserved! Good n8!"

(YEEEEAAAAHHHHH! More than ten years on and I still got these quotes memorized! Take that, social life!)
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Andriy sent some pics so I may add to this humorous affair!
Things to note: he came off to a standing ovation.
That ref...does that ref look familiar to you?
OHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!
In an early example of the Serzil phenomenon, he was carded and then Mesut was carded a minute later for applauding the decision...
Official reason for being sent off: "Applauded sarcastically, near my person..."
So Mesut applauded one more time before telling the crowd to "SHUT UP!" ("Callate!") after shushing them.
And it was an early bath and goodnight!
Kaka was so distraught, he was sucking his thumb. Mourinho had already been sent off. So had Rui Faria. Before the end, Pepe would be red-carded too for casting aspersions on the referee's mother's marital status.
World-wide, there was a bromantic trending topic:
And the official twitter feed was hilarious:
Fond memories! That game saw Mesut's most beautiful assist last year.
For those who want a trip down memory lane, I made a match report two days after the event! Crispy Ronaldo broke a record in that game too!
http://crinkly-ears.livejournal.com/41879.html
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Also: "A wizard is never out of form, Marca. Nor is he struggling. He assists precisely when he means to .."
tee hee! awesome and true!
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Mesut. Honey. You're supposed to at least try to not look so obviously in love.
Cris simply can't ignore the ears... just like Fabio simply can't ignore Mesut movin' in on his man.
Oh, this team! :D
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Two Towers edition after the clasico! Surely they'll be cards there........return of king after Manchester Utd away leg......please oh please!
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"Where is the pony and his armband? Where is the whistle that was blowing? They have passed like rain through gelled hair. Like Adán’s spot in the starting line-up. Our momentum has gone down on the pitch. Behind poor officiating, into shadow. How did it come to this?"
Ozil should have followed Sergio, tbh. To keep it classy!
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