I started to try to write a post yesterday (after recovering from Sunday’s post-game bender) but then the frickin’ transfer window deadline sucked whatever life was left out of me.
Nando to Chelsea (for 50 freaking million) ? Andy Carroll to Liverpool for 35 million? I mean, WTF? Did the transfer window just want my head to explode? I spent most of the day watching the automatically updating live feed of transfer news and getting myself into a serious tizzy.
Over on Twitter, Cesc shared my surprise at what was going on:
I know everyone has their favorite team preferences and I don’t support an EPL team (by self-preserving choice – long story) but I have a great fondness for Liverpool and I adore Nando, Stevie, Pepe, etc. so this was painful to watch. My heart goes out to Liverpool supporters. And as for Andy Carroll, I absolutely loathe him. The only person I dislike more is Joey Barton. I find them both to be repulsive human beings (again, my opinion only, not Maisougio’s) so I was deeply unhappy to see Andy and his wack-ass pony tail joining the Reds. That said, I think with the combination of Suarez, it may be a very good thing for Liverpool and I wish them all the luck in the world. They deserve it. YNWA, my Liverpudlian peeps.
Back to Nando. It’s a tad problematic. His recent assertions of loyalty, the lateness of the deal, etc. made it all very uncomfortable and even if it wasn’t his intention, it comes off as a slap in the face of the fans who lovingly supported him all these years in good times and bad. (However, the yobs burning his jersey outside of Melwood? Appalling. The crest on the front is more important than the name on the back, as true fans know. I mean, if you’re pissed, just throw a pig’s head at him on Sunday. It’s practically tradition! Sheesh!) So yeah, I’m torn and heartbroken for LFC fans but I have one thing to say to Nando…
::sings:: “And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii will always love uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
No matter how sad I am about this, I still love him. It’s going to take me quite awhile to find it in my heart to feel something other than shock and betrayal over the way this move happened (yeah, it’s not as much that he was going, I expected that – it’s how it all played out) but I still care. ::sniffle:: Maisougio put it in perspective when she said “At least he didn’t go to Barca.” Excellent point, my dear wa-tishista! That would have completely done my head in.
Anyhow, we’ve had more than enough angst this week. I guess we might as well get back to picking the scab off the wound of Sunday’s loss to Osa-f**king-suna.
Another game where we didn’t play up to our potential. We had some casualties: Marcelo and Xabi Alonso had the flu. Marcelo stayed home but Xabi came along and it was obvious that he was still sick. He sat out a good chunk of the game but dragged himself on to the field to help out in the second half.
And then there was the lovely crowd at Reyno de Navarra stadium in Pamplona. They saw fit to throw trash, bottles, lighters, and other debris on to the field non-stop. Most damagingly, during several Real attacks on their goal, additional balls were thrown onto the pitch, causing confusion and halting our momentum. Completely unsporting, if you ask me. The first time it happened, I thought it was an accident. By the FOURTH time, it was pretty obvious that they were just being dillweeds. Again, the bad fan behavior has got to stop. Hey, La Liga, what about some sanctions, eh? If it was Madridistas, you’d probably ban us all from even watching the game from the comfort of our own homes. Stop the double standards.
Oh, and Osasuna also managed to mangle our players quite a bit and get away with it (more or less).
Crissy and Carvalho got taken down a few times and poor Sergio – he and his snood took a beating.
Osasuna put up a hell of a fight and we just couldn’t seem to find the net. In fact, we seemed to land the ball on top of the net about 20o times. That would be AWESOME, if this were basketball. Sadly, it is not. I don’t ever want to see the boys with faces like this again. It broke my heart.
Damn it. Karim really managed to rock the patented Nando Bitchface during the game quite nicely, didn’t he?
Mou seemed to be reading my thoughts in this picture…
Dear photographer, In re: above photo – I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. I really, really don’t need close up shots of The Special One’s “special one.” Okay? Thanks. (At least it’s not as bad as the game earlier in the season where the camera zoomed in on Mou’s crotch and slowly panned up it lovingly. The entire pub screamed in horror.)
Oh! And Pandiani decided to get into it with Crispy! And Mesut, bless his little cotton socks, ran right over to defend his man! I squealed “Crozil!!!!!!!” Mesut actually *shoved* Pandiani (who is not a small dude) away from Crispy. It took him some effort, but it was incredibly sweet to see him jump into the melee.
I mean, look at Pandiani’s fist! Boyfriend is ready to mix some shit up. Brave little Mesut!
In other news, Manu made his debut. He’d only had one practice with the team so I was a bit surprised that Mou played him, but hell, considering how things were going, why not, right?
He did his best, but at that point, I think we were just well and truly screwed.
So this is how it all ended. In tears for Madridistas and cheers for Osasunans (or whatever they call their debris throwing fans).
Time for a commercial rant break:
An aside to the douche at the next table who I have never seen in my pub before: Yeah, you, with the shite Riff Raff from Rocky Horror hairdo and your snide comments about Real – I heard you and chose to ignore you. You’re what I call an ABM fan aka ‘Anyone But Madrid ‘ – you don’t give a shit about the other team as long as they beat us. Fine, whatever floats your boat. Just don’t bring your nasty attitude to my local. That’s not how I or my pub roll. We do genial shit talking back and forth but it’s not meant maliciously (as witnessed by my pal Z singing “OSA-SUUUUUUNA” and me singing “F*****ck Youuuu!” back at him as we blew kisses at each other across the bar and laughed – that’s just silliness). We take the piss out of each other, but it’s all in good fun. When we lost El Classico in November, I was in tears and it was the Cules who gave me a hug, bought me a pint & dinner and didn’t rub it in my face. We all know what it’s like to love the pants off our team and be disappointed, so we support our teams and each other. It’s called sportsmanship. Look it up. Even though I am a dyed in the wool Madridista, I’m not going to say that Barca is shit, because they’re NOT. (Do I want Madrid to beat them until they beg for mercy next time? Absolutely. But I can’t say they’re a bad team. Ever. I love this game and they play it beautifully.) So do me the same courtesy. Come ready to cheer, discuss the game in detail and drink a few pints. We’re all in this together. You don’t have to love my players or team, but dude, seriously, give credit where credit is due. Madrid, while they didn’t play well on Sunday, has amazing world class players. Don’t hate, appreciate.
::jumps down from soapbox:: And with that, back to my regular ranting…
So we’re 7 points behind Barca. But you know, La Liga isn’t over yet. Barca could stumble, they have before. There’s also Champions League and Copa Del Rey. It ain’t over till it’s over. Simple as that. Tomorrow, we meet Sevilla. And for their ridiculous treatment of us in the last game, I want us to soundly whup their arses into oblivion.
Some pictures to cheer us up…
This one had me rolling on the floor – AP Photo confused Sami & Sergio:
The caption read: Real Madrid’s coach Jose Mourinho from Portugal, left, touches the ball with his foot as player Sergio Ramos, right, approaches during the Spanish La Liga soccer match against Osasuna at Reyno de Navarra stadium in Pamplona northern, Spain Sunday Jan. 30, 2011. (AP Photo/Alvaro Barrientos)
If they can’t tell them apart, what hope do any of us have? (You would think the “K” on the back of Sami’s jersey would be an excellent tip off to the photo editor, but apparently not…
Wouldn’t that be brilliant? Costumes by Sergio & CR7 (with a long distance assist from Guti for old times sake). Lighting by Ozil (which will only make sense if you saw the skit from this week’s Crackovia. For an English translation of this week’s show, see the wonderful unamadridista blog).
And as we prepare for Sevilla, the boys were out training…
Let’s hope tomorrow and the weekend bring us happier results and good health for our team. (And the restoration of our sanity, please!)