Tag Archives: Aitor Karanka

Training, More Nominations, Checking in with Sami, and a Familiar Face

4 Dec

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Methinks Sergio is bitter about the comments I made about his hand gestures yesterday….I can see the anger in his eyes and the indecision in his hands. You’re still my favorite Pony, Sese!

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It’s Officially Official: Aitor Karanka Named Middlesbrough Manager

13 Nov

BY_OpufCUAAoq9wHe looks slightly crazed in the picture, but hey, I’ll take Aitor any way I can these days. Wow, have I missed him! Here’s the write up from The Guardian.

– Lozil

Mazel Tov! Aitor Karanka To Be Named Manager Of Middlesbrough

12 Nov

aitor-karankaDelightful news today! Aitor has resurfaced and he’s going to be announced tomorrow as the manager of  Middlesbrough with a contract to 2016. According to the Guardian, he turned down Crystal Palace. Best of luck at Boro, Aitor! We’ll be cheering you on.

– Lozil

Happy Birthday Aitor!

18 Sep

Aitor KarankaOh Aitor, where will you end up? I miss seeing you every week (I bet Jose does too). Anyhow, I hope you get an ass kicking job for your 40th birthday today. Feliz cumpleanos!

Aitor Karanka For DTLux

1 Jul

karanka8Will you look at that? Aitor is going to be DTLux’s July/August cover model! AS posted a translation of an interview excerpt where he talks about Mou and his future. I know a lot of people are wondering what’s next for him.
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The End….for now

4 Jun

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I’ve changed my mind. I take it back. I don’t want this season to be over & done, I’m just not ready. I thought I had made my peace with the fact that Mou would no longer be with us next season, along with a number of our players, but…..come the final match, all my acceptance went right out the window. Seeing Mou in the tunnel, seeing the boys chat in the tunnel, waiting for the beginning of the end, it just did me in and then Pipa goes and drops a bomb the size of his ass, saying he wants to leave?? My life officially became a Cymbalta commercial. No joke. My iTunes library certainly wasn’t helping the matter either, putting together the saddest shuffles known to man. Talk about Ode to Depression. I know at this point, there’s nothing we can do but try and figure out how to deal….it’s not going to be easy, but hopefully launching into NT mode will help. And cake. And lots of ice cream. And lots of sobbing into your ice cream. WAHHHH!

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MalagEspanyolisticexpialidocious

15 May

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Remember game recaps? Those things I used to be so on top of? Yeah….so sorry about that. After our exit from the CL, writing time kind of flew out the window, which resulted in a bunch of semi-started game recaps, just sitting & collecting on my computer. I just finished breaking my back over an eight foot painting, so here I am able to bring you MalagEspanyolisticexpialidocious (even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious!), two recaps in one! Hopefully y’all don’t mind some old news & a little been there, seen that.

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Training, Chatting, Getting that Iker FaceTime, y MUCHO MAS

15 May

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Look at those defined calves!! Just kidding, you know I’m only looking at Pipa’s ass, but I must say…that thing is de-FOINE also 😉 Today the boys trained for the second to last time before Copa del Rey Friday (it’s like casual Friday, but not). The team is getting ready! Are you guys ready?? All I know is that all Madridistas deserve to see drunk Xabi this season. We’ve earned it with all the ups & lots of downs. I want the bus. I want the people. I want the confetti. I want Sergio to do something stupid. I want the drunk Xabi. I want it all. I want it allllllllll and I want it nowwwww!

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Training, More Tennis, Men’s Health Finds 2 New Cover Boys & More

10 May


Sorry about the earlier double post. That’s what happens when you have two people in different cities working on the same blog. I had an open post that I hadn’t saved so Maisougio couldn’t see mine and I didn’t see her’s until after I hit ‘publish.’ So you got the happy news twice! This is going to be another quickie as a work project just rolled in.

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*Breathe In* *Breathe Out*

3 May

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I really want to write this recap from an accepting place, but it has to be said…..MOTHERFUCKER!!!! It really does hurt to have been so freaking close!  I still can’t believe the last 10 minutes of the 2nd leg happened. If I was sick to my stomach before & during the first 80 minutes of the match, then I don’t know what I was when the boys started to turn things around. My nerves were already shot & I sure as hell wasn’t ready for the sharp turn, the Real Madrid Emotional Roller Coaster ride took after Benz’s goal. I went from thinking, *GOALLLLL*, to *Well, I’m glad this isn’t ending goalless*, to *HOLY SHIT! COULD THIS BE THE COMEBACK??*. Prior to the goal, no doubt like many of you, I was disappointed. We weren’t promised a comeback, but we were promised that the team was going to die trying to give us one. That just wasn’t happening, but as soon as Benz scored, boy did those feelings of disappointment fly out the window. And I kind of fell in love with that moment, because I had had faith in the team that they could make this comeback, right from the end of the first leg, but somewhere in the middle I had lost that faith and it made me a little disappointed in myself, in the end. I needed to have my ass kicked by hope & belief, and that’s what happened when Benz & Sergio scored their goals. It felt good to be down to the last 60 seconds and still believe that our 3rd & savior of a goal could be scored. Of course, that goal didn’t come, but I needed that moment of “Yeah, the chances are slim, but this is my team and we can do ANYTHING!” That belief & undying love for your team are part of the genetic makeup of sports fans. Look it up. We’re three parts crazy, two parts love & devotion, and trace amounts of body paint & snack crumbs. I knew that if we weren’t going to make it to the finals, the one thing I wanted was to go out with my bursting Madridista pride, still intact. And I got what I wanted, because even though it hurts like hell, we turned that first leg heart breaker around and missed the damn thing by one goal. One goal. I think this year and last year’s semifinal defeats will end up making our future win, all the more sweeter and I can’t wait to see it happen.  Continue reading