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crinkly_earsStrangers 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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Date: 2013-02-19 03:45 am (UTC)