With all of the honour and glory of one of the dying Samurai’s in that Tom Cruise flick, I will open this week’s blog with an admission that will eventually be ripped into by the deity-figure whom floats about us: I now possess an iPhone.
It wasn't even my fault really; I know I labelled the wretched thing as meaningless in last week's entry but it was honestly the cheapest option following the burial of my previous cellular device - I will gladly stand and take your stabs, KA... (You just want to be me. It's understandable...KA)
Speaking of stabs, it's been a week where Mike Cockerill alerted everybody to a player-power issue that has apparently engulfed Sydney FC throughout its embryonic existence - Lavicka is supposedly the cure.
The softly-spoken - and from the brief instance I saw him at a non-club function, sharply attired - Czech does seem to project an "I can always pack up and head back to Europe if Aloisi and Corica tear their hamstrings" attitude, which will hardly solve the club's consistency crisis both on and off the pitch.
Oh and speaking of bi-words for administrative stability, Perth Glory have been linked with Uruguayan star Recoba of Panionios; take it from someone who watches Greek football that his international teammate and fellow club player Fabian Estoyanoff at the infant age of 25-or-so (at least, by A-League standards) would arguably be a more worthwhile investment.
Of course, this is the same club which is willing to have Denilson "step over" the sea (* Pumps fist in the air at the use of brilliant pun *) for a seven-match stint and ermm... not much else really...
As I type away with little to fill my page during a pre-season that offers as much entertainment as listenign to Triple J with the sound turned down, it has come of course to my attention that my girlie knows not of the meaning of "relegation" (prepares for "she's obviously not a Newcastle fan" quip) which has cast my attention to the plight of the Geordies who one again failed to score at home against Portsmouth.
In the ever-expanding and vast reaches that is my mind, this of course leads to the inevitable discussion about what appears to be a convoluted and utterly pointless creation of a ‘Top Six' in the A-League this season (convoluted...pointless...Newcastle...go figure).
Apart from the NSL nostalgia the term initially bestows, one must again ask where the wisdom of such a decision originates from?
Giving two more mediocre sides the chance to screw-over a deserving Premier for the Championship surely ranks amongst some of the worst decisions in human history (having Greedo shoot Han Solo first, giving fans of Twilight access to the internet and custom-made t-shirts being another three: * Prepares for ritual slaughter at the hands of girlfriend and associated Edward-I'mnotreal-Cullen-lovers *).
That's all I can be bothered to think of for the moment but in a wonderful little chat with the extremely friendly Stefan Kamasz at a recent Sydney Olympic clash where he proceeded to try to justify the addition of two extra teams in the finals, my fears were hardly eased - back to writing hate mail to George Lucas as I scratch my head over the latest ingenious decision by the people entrusted with running Australian football...
PS. My question of the week: Can a man still be called a man if he likes Twilight?
