Nein, in diesem Beitrag geht es nicht um Sportwetten, sondern um Kino.

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Colorado’s governor’s mansion has hosted dignitaries like Dwight Eisenhower in its 101-year history, but no one’s sure that what happened to the home of Colorado’s First Family over night has ever happened before.

Gov. Bill Ritter (D-Colorado) and First Lady Jeannie Ritter were awake shortly after dawn this morning looking up at numerous rolls of toilet paper hanging from trees in their yard.

from the Denver Post.

Sağ taraftaki menüde de dediğim gibi… Her taraftar bu filmi izlemeli. Film taraftarlık üzerine kurulmuş müthiş bir film. İngiltere’nin futbola bakış açısı, Amerika’dan gelen çocuğa fazlaca laf sokarak belli oluyor. West Ham-Milwall gibi ölümcül derbilerden birisi ele alınmış. Ben daha fazla anlatmayayım. Filmde herşey var, herşey. Futbol aşkının, takım aşkının nasıl bir şey olduğunu anlayacaksınız. Sanırım 2’si çıktı, türkçesini bulduğum anda izlemeyi düşünüyorum. Birincisini buradan izleyebilirsiniz.

Video.

Residents in a University Hill neighborhood say vandals who left a path of destruction this weekend went way beyond typical mischief.

Boulder police received at least seven reports of vandalism Saturday morning.

Police spokeswoman Sarah Huntley said someone, or a group of people, pulled out a parking sign from the First Congregational Church, 1128 Pine St., and threw it through the church’s front glass doors.

No one went into the church, Huntley said, and it appears the damage was done just for the fun of it.

Elsewhere, a motorcycle was intentionally tipped over in the 1000 block of 14th Street, and a huge boulder weighing 60 to 70 pounds was lobbed at a parked car in the 1000 block of 10th Street.

Rocks also damaged the hoods and windows of vehicles in the 900 and 1000 blocks of Lincoln Place and in the 900 block of Pennsylvania Avenue.

One homeowner’s lawn furniture was stolen in the 1000 block of Ninth Street.

The estimated damage to vehicles ranges from $500 to $1,500, Huntley said.

Investigators think the incidents happened sometime overnight Friday or early Saturday morning.

“Based on the timing and the proximity of the incidents, investigators believe this was probably a spree” by the same person or people, Huntley said.

One Ninth Street resident called it “a pretty serious path of destruction,” saying she and her neighbors reported huge rocks tossed through car windshields, as well as stolen and destroyed property.

Earlier this year, Boulder Police Chief Mark Beckner met with University Hill residents who were upset about a similar wave of vandalism. In one August incident, rocks were thrown through windows of houses, cars and the St. Thomas Aquinas University Parish.

Beckner told residents then that the department takes problems on the Hill seriously. Of 35 to 40 officers on patrol on a given night, 18 to 20 are assigned to the Hill.

Huntley said it’s too soon to know if Saturday’s vandalism is related to the incident at the beginning of the school year, but investigators aren’t ignoring the possibility.

Weekend vandalismBoulder police have taken at least seven reports of vandalism in a University Hill neighborhood. Here’s a look at what people reported:

 

1128 Pine St. — A parking sign is thrown through the glass doors of First Congregational Church.

1000 block of Lincoln Place — Two vehicles are damaged, one with a side mirror torn off, one with a rock on its hood.

1000 block of 10th Street — A vehicle is damaged with a 70-pound rock.

1000 block of Ninth Street — Lawn furniture is stolen from a house.

900 block of Lincoln Place — The windshield of a pickup is smashed.

from the Boulder Daily Camera.

900 block of Pennsylvania Avenue — A tree branch is used to break out two windows of a parked vehicle.

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Personally, someone normally talking about them would piss me off.  But, it’s really hard to be mad at this chick, she’s so cute.  I think it’s funny she has the nerve to say something this.  I know she totally means it in a playful way.

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Saints' Top Boys rally the troops for a proper toe-to-toe with the hated Sussex Gayers

Here they are, the pictures I promised of our away win at Southampton last week (Sunday 15th). We started off in Yates’s Wine Lodge not far from Central Station. Not wanting or expecting a quiet drink, the Seagulls away fans started the day off well with a good few ales and plenty of singing. Of course the police were in heavy attendance outside, albeit in good humour and using nothing more than good-natured banter.

A few young Scummers were seen to be turned away from trying to get in close to the Albion crowd lolling in and around the pub, but the wife and I stayed on too long and had to join the police escort of away fans up to St Mary’s Stadium at about 4:10pm. Here (above) is the first effort of the so-called local “firm” trying to get in close and have a dig at the now very noisy and slow moving Albion crowd. The dogs were going crazy, but it really was handbags at ten paces at this point.

I love that scene in Black Hawk Down when the US Army Rangers are moving in file up a road in Mogadishu, all the while the militia are moving parallel to them along the next street. Well, a few determined Scummers were shadowing us like that too, popping their inbred faces up now and again at intersections and giving it the lemon. Silly buggers, look at them.

I knew it would kick off outside the Saints’ main matchday pub near the ground – the King Alfred – and right enough, the peelers were mob-handed here as all manner of knuckle-draggers bowled out to greet us as the “Al-bion, Aaal-bion!” chants went up. A  couple of Seagulls got their trews shortened by the Old Bill alsatians, a few digs (nearly) got thrown, and the “gay bastards” insults were flying. Oooh I could have ripped a paper tissue I was so excited!

We went our separate ways on the bridge, and you can see the roof of the ground by now. The handbags were folded into armpits for now in a Les Dawson stylee.

I’ve already reported on the match itself – WE LEATHERED ‘EM! – and we also drowned out their somnambulant “support”. After the game the two of us hurried back to the station, avoiding the police escort, so we could get the quickest train back to Pompey (a mate was putting us up) to celebrate our tremendous win.

Before

On the way and from nowhere (well, the University grounds) came a mob of about 50 hoodies, baying for the blood of the nancy Brighton boys. They terrified me, and they’ll be even scarier in 4 years’ time when they start shaving. I was getting pissed off with these sad bastards now, and felt like hitting someone myself. “Are you a Saint?” they were interrogating passersby, “No, I’m a Sinner!” I wanted to shout and then chin one of the little wankers, but the police rocked up again, video-camera lights blazing and they herded this…em, herd, against some wall.

During

We were off shortly after on the Fratton-bound train with a lot of happy, if relieved looking, Albion shirts and scarfers. A great day out, but Football Factory it certainly wasn’t. Silly Scummers.

After

Away

One qualifying campaign just finished, another one early picked its seeded teams the very next morning. Just a few days ago… 

History was written on wednesday evening, when Salpigidis’ goal for Greece, in Ukraine, left the hosts at home during next summer’s World Cup, which means that for the first time both home nations for an European Championship final tournament won’t have any official games to play for more than two and a half years. That’s a lot of waiting…

Inside Oporowska ground, in the city of Wroclaw, which started building its new stadium for EURO 2012, the local club Slask displays the symbolic ball of next European Championship tournament

Poland and Ukraine are co-hosting UEFA 2012 EURO yet both of them missed on representing Europe in South Africa. While Shevchenko and company were denied by Samaras’ through pass and Salpigidis cool finish, after an encouraging 0-0 in Athens, Poland experienced a shocking autumn, ended in tears and with Leo Beenhakker sent packing.

None of them have the opportunity to play in South Africa, where many other Europeans will know by then who will they face in the group stage preliminaries to get to Poland and Ukraine. The draw will take place on the 7th of February, in Warszawa, and then we can only make predictions, who will reach the 8 cities hosting the 2012 event. Where will Capello’s men play? In Ukraine’s Lvov, Kharkow, Kiew or Donetk, or across the border, in EU’s Poland?

Poland is an amazingly rich country in history and magnificent buildings, as famous Rynek square, in central Wroclaw, compared by locals with the cream of central piazzas of Europe. And truly so!

When Belgium and Holland co-hosted the European Championship in 2000, a premiere in terms of joint bids, both came after a World Cup presence in ‘98, in France, where they draw blank in the group stage. In 2008, when a second joint organising was accepted by UEFA, although Austria lined up after a free summer during the 2006 World Cup, Switzerland at least marched without defeat and goal conceded through its group in Germany.

So Poland and Ukraine can be perceived as lucky wild-card opportunists which otherwise would have find it very difficult to qualify for EURO. They can pick up the phone and ask England how it coped in the long wait for staging EURO 1996, after a US World Cup ‘94 campaign on the sidelines.

If Wroclaw was capable of hosting at roughly the same time both the volleyball and basketball EURO Championships, as depicted on this advertising board, than surely it can put a jolly good show for 2012...

The pressure of picking at the right time, in those crucial summer weeks, after more than 30 months of friendlies, just adds to the bigger expectations building up on the shoulders of the hosts nations. And with tradition against the organisers, Poland and Ukraine can’t think of a better outcome than to replenish their coffers after years of investing in infrastructure. It’s a long time since France managed to win the European Championship on home soil, in 1984, the only happy host after Spain’s and Italy’s triumphs in the 60es.

England and Holland found it harder in ‘96 and 2000, going out on penalty shootouts in the semifinal, Portugal lost to Greece not only in the group stage but also in the final, in 2004, and Switzerland finished last in its group while Austria with only one point, last time round. What more to expect then from two countries who comiserate each other for missing the chance to have at least 3 official games until 2012?

I found Poland shellshocked after a 3-0 defeat in Maribor, in early September, which indicated that its presence both at the World Cup, in 2006, and last year, in Austria, won’t be followed by one on African soil. That humiliation in Slovenia was taken very hard, the sixth biggest nation in European Union feeling that it should have fared much better against a 2 million alpine state renowned especially for its skiers.

Slask - Legia was the name of the game at a time when Poland was shocked by Beenhakker's men humiliation in Slovenia: 3-0.

Beenhakker was castigated and 90 minutes of pain in Maribor wiped out in many Polish eyes his excellent track record both in club football and international football, including the fine qualifying campaign taking the red and whites to another alpine nation, Austria. It was the very first presence for The White Eagles at EURO finals, campaign which helped the Poles climbing on its highest position in FIFA ranking, a lofty 16th. 

The defeat in Maribor came after another dissapointing result, a 1-1 home draw, in Chorzow, against Northern Ireland, at the beggining of autumn. But october was even worse, Poland losing 2-0 in Prague, with their eternal rivals, Czech Republic, and then again in Chorzow, 0-1 with Slovakia, which progressed to Africa due to that result. A second minute own goal on the shoulders of Gancarczyk. Could have been worse than that?

Another rivalry is among the south-western counties of Lesser Poland, boosting champion Wisla Krakow, and Lower Silesia, with WSK Slask Wroclaw

Scrutinizing the table, some might say that Poland scored more goals even then Slovenia, which ended at the World Cup. Prolific indeed but let’s not been fooled by the 12 punches administred to San Marino. The other only seven might tell the real story. More shockingly, the Poles ended with only 11 points from 10 games, a bitter pill after a previous campaign in which Beenhakker’s men outmuscled Ronaldo’s Portugal on top of group one, by one point: 28 in total out of 14 games.

So what went wrong in the space of just two years? Has the complacency of reaching Austria caught up with the squad? Nowadays, Poland is back on 56th position, almost as bad as its worst ever, some eleven years ago.

The second stand, displaying the huge tram, symbol of the city and Slask, saved the spectacle. Some fans, some lungs and a platable beer Piast!

And a glimpse of reality I encountered while watching from the stands a first division game in Polish league. At that time, three days after being poleaxed in Slovenia, Poland was still debating on to be or not to be with Dutchman Beenhakker at the helm. Oppinions were split but one thing was certain. Polish football was going in the wrong direction, exactly at a time of regeneration and build-up for a probably once in a lifetime event. The European caravan coming to town, precisely to Gdansk, the Baltic port, Warszawa, the capital city, Poznan, the multicultural location boosting the renowned local club Lech, with a record 14 national titles to its name, as Gornik Zabrze, and Wroclaw, the Lower Silesian regional capital.

Sorry to say though that the teams seemed confused by the wednesday result in WC qualifiers...

It was there, on Oporowska stadium, in the south west of Wroclaw, where hosts WKS Slask played Legia, the vicechampions from Warszawa, in the sixth round of Zdobywca Pucharu Ekstraklasy 2009-2010. Floodlights, very tight security measures, rock music blearing loud in anticipation of the saturday evening game, an empty improvised terrace stand behind a goal, due to an absolute absence of visiting fans and a whole second stand dancing to one tune. For Slask. Due to the nicely priced tickets, no more than 20 zloty for the aficionados, some 30 more for the better places. Still, as much as around 10 euros.

Functional, reliable, clean, cheap and not at all crowded, Tram 4 out of the some dozens crossing Wroclaw, takes you fast to Oporowska, while sightseeing imposing buildings on large boulevards

The atmosphere was promising, the media was in full batallion, including the 3 games per weekend broadcaster Canal Cyfra+, local dignitaries were taking there seats either in the covered first stand or in a concrete and glass building serving as dressing rooms as well, placed in one corner of the ground, and everything was gearing up to an evening of redemption. Of better football.

Hope seemed in the air. A huge electronic screen was projecting a multimedia production including a virtual tour of the to be build 40,000 arena on the outskirts of town, a bit further west, close to the airport. A sign of the times to come. Project Wroclaw 2012. The place looked sleek, the typical modern stadium with a certain design and distinguishing green chairs, the defining colour for Slask. A world away from this local stadium, a 8,300 seater with not so perfect transport links, anchored in a suburbia suffocated with block of flats but saved by a green and pleasant community local garden.

Advertising is the heartbeat of trading. For all the glitz of the huge board on the stadium's building facade, Seb Mila couldn't turn things around when coming on as a sub

Some years to build and hope, to pray and wait. Some years then to get to the next level. But what about the football? Will poleaxed Poland move forward, keeping pace with the construction of a whole infrastructure project? One answer was offered in the next 90 minutes.

It was a dreadful affair, a sedated game, without rythm, spark and fluency. Not even Sebastian Mila, coming on late into the game after an injury kept him on the sidelines, could help the state of affairs. Mila was, after all, a Polish international from the same squad lowering its standards while losing in the group stage.

Oporowska is a charming enough little ground but Wroclaw and Slask will clearly grow in stature when moving in the new EURO ground. The green will be preserved...

0-0 was at least a fair result. A perfect description of a top half of the table sour affair in the Polish league. You couldn’t ask for more from a forward player for host Slask, who decided very late in the game to roll and play dead in the penalty area, just after realised that he might get booked for clumsily bursting second in a challenge to the outcoming Legia goalie. The seconds weren’t apparently that precious for the forward. It was 0-0, in a true reflection of the game. Slask didn’t look at ease with its display, showing why has just one national title to its name, in the 70es, while Legia, managed by another former international, Jan Urban, looked a lesser team than the two times champion in this decade.

The soul of the evening party was that second stand sea of green, red and white, a big army of followers, dancing and chanting in one voice, a great chorus and coreography, displaying a huge banner with a bigger than natural size tram, Wroclaw’s symbol among many other fine ones. The tram was in the club’s and city’s colours but took Slask nowhere.

The locals are warm, lovely hosts, but just remember to pronounce its name Wroclaw and not Breslau, as German tourists identify the former Prussian and Habsburg fortress town

The banner run on top of the stand, from one end to another, in a fine procession, a ritual to cherish. Slask fans saved the evening, Slask fans promised that at least in terms of game excitement EURO 2012 is on good hands, now firmly building a fine arena which will be populated by enthusiasts like them.

It’s an absolutely new ball game, from the not so far ago dark days of bloody hooliganism and knife edged battles. Many were banned for years or even life from attending games and nobody else gets inside the grounds without ID identification and anything harmful in the pockets. That’s the new stance, that’s the policy, that’s the step forward. An Project 2012 can’t wait for its visitors. It will be a summer of football party but will Poland oblige?

Trouble is that Beenhakker was unceremoniously dispatched in october and former international Smuda was brought in, but will he revive the days when Poland was playing World Cup semifinals? The answer will be supplied with an ironic smile and with a reminder that his campaign got to a stuttering start, in Warszawa, against another sufferer finishing fifth in its group, Romania: 0-1. The friendly of the bulldozed ones. Poland 3-0 in Slovenia, Romania 5-0 in Serbia. Four days later was better, 1-0 against Canada but then, who’s Canada, will ask the pessimists.

Satisfaction guaranteed... The carnival atmosphere, with quality time, food and local drinks, was emphasised during the EURO Voleyball, when the games were screened live in the main square, from various Polish locations

May be Polish football needs indeed these free of official games years, to find again its feet, after a decade of terrible struggles against corruption, seeing the national football federation, PZPN, up to its throat in unsavoury cases involving many arrests. The tempest seems to have passed, the stands were cleaned of so called supporters, some simply knife carriers, and by Christmas time PZPN can only hope for better, at its 90th anniversary.  

Smuda will be challenged to find quality recruits in Ekstraklasy, by the look of Slask and Legia scratching football in a 0-0 bore, especially now, when the league is flooded with more or less cheap imports from countries as far as Brazil. Smuda might rely on the foreign legion, with ramifications in England and generally in Anglo-Saxon leagues.   

With three rounds to go before winter break, the six times winner in this decade, Wisla Krakow, current back to back title holder, is once again up there, planning may be already for a better UEFA Champions League second qualifying round, after the nightmare of losing straightaway to lowly Levadia Tallin in late summer. But this is a problem in itself, the vacuum of quality in the present, just praying for better in the future. Be it 2010 or 12.

The Polish eagle has its place on Slask's crest. A proud history.

Wisla has 31 points with a game in hand and one win worth in front of aforementioned visitors Legia and multiple champions Ruch Chorzow, after 14 rounds, the “silver” and “bronze” places being tickets in earnest for UEFA Europa League. Not that there can be expected lenghtier campaigns.

There are 16 teams in the league, playing two of the second stage of the season rounds later this december. Slask is languishing in seventh, two places behind Lech Poznan, representing another host city in 2012 and boosting in Robert Lewandowski the top goalscorer in the league, with 9 to his credit, but one place in front of Gdynia Gdansk, the port city club awaiting its regeneration in the build up to a summer tournament.   

Next in line, Bulgaria to visit Poland, on the 3rd of March. It’s a new beggining for Smuda and his men, on the road to 2012. We are talking here of a national side with a wonderful pedigree some 30 years ago, when the red and whites were finishing third at World Cup, with the bronze medals shining proud, both in Federal Germany ”74 and Spain ‘82, achievements never grabbed for example by England since its ‘66 win. It’s the side graced by formidable Lato, with his record of 100 caps, and record goalscorer Lubanski, with 48 into his acount. But is the national side of actual capitan, Michal Zewlakow, with 93 caps, which has the difficult task of emulating somehow those glory days…

Wroclaw Catholic Cathedral, another symbol of the city with 112 bridges connecting the 12 islands formed by river Odra

Finally, as a notice, here are the call-ups for the latest squad, which played in november a 0-1 against Romania and 1-0 versus Canada… Kuszczak (Man Utd), Szczesny (Brentford) – GK; Brozek (Wisla), Gancarzyk (Lech), Glik (Piast), Kokoszka (Empoli – IT), Kowalkzyk (Dinamo Moscow – RUS), Rzezniczak (Legia), Sadlok (Ruch), Zewlakow (Olimpiacos – GRE; cpt) – DF; Blaszczykowski (Dortmund - GER), Dudka (Auxerre – FR), Gancarczyk (Slask), Guerreiro (AEK – GR), Kosowski (Apoel – CPR), Majewski (Nott’m Forest), Obraniak (Lille – FR), Peszko (Lech) , Rybus (Legia) – MF; Jelen (Auxerre – FR), Lewandowski (Lech), Malecki (Wisla). Among other seasoned internationals on stand by are goalie Boruc (Celtic), defenders Glowacki and Wasilewski (Anderlecht), midfielders Mariusz Lewandowski (Shakhtar) and Smolarek, plus forward Brozek.

Who will bring back the smiles to a rejuvenated Polish football stand?

EURO 2012 seems so unbearably far for Poland and Wroclaw. But may be it's a blessing in disguise, a chance to regroup and reemerge. The country will be 100% hospitable. What about its national squad?

Jan Schumacher and I had been spending the past few weeks of summer drinking, smoking, drinking, smoking and drinking some more. There was little pause in the amount of alcohol consumed during the summer right after my 17th birthday and I was in Europe visiting for the first time – and after a week in the small German town of Homberg (Efze) it was time to go visit the communist Mai family of East Berlin and their Gothic Blonde haired son, Robert. We arrived, toured, sight saw, enjoyed arguing capitalism versus socialism in cafes, shopped, and once again went drinking.

(blog con’t below)

The second or third night of our trip we were out late and it was the last train back to the suburbs where the Familie Mai resided. We got on the train and drunkenly sat down in our uncomfortable plastic covered seats and just tried our best to stay awake while the train operator drove us down the track toward the southeast into the grayer, less pleasant half of the city.

Our friend entered the train from a rear car and moved up in our direction – we had no idea it was coming. It sat down across from us and glanced over with a coy smile – clearly attracted by the presence of 2 young good looking guys and a communist. Although I am pretty sure that the Mensch Mai was not the reason for this chance meeting in the center of a Berlin S-Bahn the ‘it’ winked and gave a feminine wave in the direction of our blonde haired easterner. Robert’s face turned barn red and he moved uncomfortably forward almost falling off his seat, for the transvestite had now inched her er… him… herself closer to us, but in particular Robert. Everything was uncomfortable as we tried not to make eye contact, but the staring was so incredibly intense that we could practically feel our pants unbutton as she er.. he undid our pants with his eyes. Then with a slight smile that accentuated the acne scares on her er.. his face, it spoke, “Hallo.” and giggled like a Japanese tween at the three of us and lightly touched Robert on his shoulder who was no longer amused at all at the situation and quickly prompted us to move to another train car. So we did and our adventure with the transvestite was over.

The following night we returned to central Berlin for some more, you guessed it, drinking. After some good cold beer and lots of uncomfortable moments of me having no idea what everyone around me was saying we decided to get on the S-Bahn and head our asses back home. This is what we did and seeing as it was earlier in the evening there were more people on the train – Thank God. At least the trannie won’t be raping poor young Robert tonight. Suddenly a commotion toward the back of the train. Soccer Hooligans. Loud, annoying, virulent soccer hooligans. They were clearly drunk, clearly underpaid – possibly unemployed, and clearly taking whatever win or loss had just occurred way too seriously. Everyone was annoyed on the train, but no one dare have the courage to say anything to the shaved head cluster of fucktards in the back of the train. Well, almost no one.

With a quiet voice an old man in a fedora looked at the men – no, fucktards – and said in a calm voice under his breath something in German. Well clearly it was offensive to the idiots making a scene and I’m guessing not just because it was in German. And with that the old man was picked up and screamed at, one of the drunken baffoons kicked his leg inches from the man’s face and hitting the S-Bahn’s window instead shattering the glass all over the ground. We quickly stood up shocked and not knowing what exactly to do, as did everyone else onboard this train car. The old man raced at a turtle’s pace down the center of the aisle to get away from the shitheads who just realizing in a moment of clarity what they had done were just as anxious to get off this train as we were.  Finally, a stop.

Everyone exited the subway car shitheads down the stairs toward the lights of a cop car with the familiar European emergency siren playing in the night air, the rest of us into the next car on the train. This was all pretty scary and eventful for a newly aged 17 year old during his first time away from home and his first time in Europe. But now we were safe, sound, and sitting once again in a normal subway car on our way back to Haus Mai we laid back in our seats and looked to our left. “Hallo, ” said  the transvestite with a molesting smile, perverted stare, and acne scarred face. FUCK!

Heres a song that inspires these memories.

EDWARDS, Colorado — Windows were broken, white paint was splattered on walls and other damage was done by vandals this weekend at the Eagle County Charter School in Edwards in Colorado’s Vail Valley.

from The Vail Daily.

Sarhoş olmak ve dövüşmek. Hayatta başka yapacak ne varki  Ufak bir yanlış anlaşılma sonucu Amerikanın en iyi üniversitesinden atılan Matt İngilteredeki ablasının yanına gider tanışacaağı yeni arkadaşları onun gazetecilik okuduğunu bilmemektedir . Arkadaşlarının futbol tutkusunun diğer sırrı ise holiganlık ve İngiltere çapında ün salmaktır. Çok geçmeden Matt de aynı tutkuları paylaşır ve geçmişin acıları Mattin holiganlık zamanlarında tekrar ortaya çıkacaktır.

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A long time ago (16 years) in a place far, far away (the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg) England football fans were not just fans of football. This was the 80s. They had bigger fish to fry. On this night in 1983 the fans went to the match ready for a fight,  some even came armed with axes and tear gas.

Almost forgotten from history, this night finished with the arrest of  over 50 England fans,  a ban for the England football team from entering the Grand Duchy ever again and an injured Luxembourgian railway worker. He probably hasn’t forgotten it. It also ended up with a solid 4-0 victory for England, but this was the 80s so no-one cared about that, least of all the fans.

Increasingly they are remembered for their cool 80s clothes, as ‘casuals’ not hooligans, and recent films such as Football Factory, Green Street, and The Firm show this subculture. With varying degrees of success. Actually they’re all rubbish.

If you want to be a true casual…

do it like this:

, not like this

When England are as brain-meltingly bland as they always are these days, you might as well.

The 23-year-old man who came to the aid of a woman living on West Hill Ave., between Fielding Ave. and Côte St. Luc Rd was savagely beaten by a swarm of about 20 youths in a N.D.G. alley.

This cave-man like act happened at noon, Novembre 12.

The altruism of this young man was rewarded with bottles and sticks. How will this horrible event affect his humanity? Will he abandon the noble gesture of  protecting someone from the 21st century savages?

The police made a ridiculous arrest capturing only two of the 20 cave-men, aged 14. What about the others? Have they simply vanished in the autumn air?

Who are these hooligans? What is their cultural background? For the moment, noone dares to mention anything about it.

Is their cultural background important in the equation of this act of supreme uncivility? Of course it is. In some cultures, teens are expected to fight at an early age, so thus they’ll be ready for the future hardships. Also, brutality is seen as a manlike virtue.

On the contrary, in other cultures, altruism is a fundamental teaching and value that governs family life and society at large.

I am curious to see how long will it take for the mainstream media to leak shy information about their ethnicity.

If you have details, share what you know.

Anyone with information about the incident is asked to call Info Crime at 514-393-1133. All calls are confidential.

Homework:

1. Where was the woman in distress?

2.If the woman was on her balcony, why didn’t she call the police?

3. If the woman was on her balcony, was her life in danger?

4. Would you act like the 23 year old man?

Image: http://open.salon.com/blog/gordon_wagner/2009/10/23/nancy_pelosi_its_not_a_tax_increase

Check out this ridiculous footage of the Algerian bus under siege from rock-throwing Egyptian hooligans.

Say….does anyone want my ticket for their World Cup qualifier this weekend? I suddenly have to be somewhere else…

Source:
http://deadspin.com/5404034/algerian-soccer-team-did-not-sign-up-for-this?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed: deadspin/full (Deadspin)

here’s a vid for the weekend. get down and go buck wild!

-MW

I don’t live in the ghetto and I don’t expect to, though it sounds fun from the writings of people like Laurie Notaro and Hollis Gillespie. There aren’t any crack whores that walk in my neighborhood, no dead bodies or parts of bodies that turn up in trash bags, although I do suspect that there is a somewhat of a brothel on my street.

While my husband and I were outside smoking today, our neighbor that lives across the street came over to tell us that he had $200 stolen from his car last night. As he’s bitching about the money stolen out of his car by God knows who, I’m wondering why he would leave that much money in his car without locking it. I mean, I don’t have a job right now, so two hundred bucks is a lot to me. But I digress…

Then it suddenly dawns on me that I too have money situated in my car as well. My change cup! It’s where when I go to a drive-thru and actually have cash on me instead of a debit card. I throw the change in my cup. Every now and then the cup will actually fill up and I’ll give it to one of those walk-up-to-your-car solicitors whose baby needs more formula or they’re selling (no lie) homemade candles in baby food jars to help get them started with college. I usually encounter these people in budget-shopping venues like Big Lots or TJ Maxx and I feel sorry for them and give them the change in my cup. I’m a compassionate sissy, what can I say?

But anyways, as I was listening to my neighbor go on and on about being robbed, I go to my (unlocked) car and check out my change cup. Sure enough, all the money has been taken out except for a lonely nickel. I am pissed about this, not because the money is gone (I mean come on, it’s only maybe three dollars), but because my space has been invaded by a total stranger. This person was not only in my yard, but in my car. And this is a neighborhood where it’s ok if you forget to lock your front door once in a while.

It’s not like I can do anything about this. I can stay up later and keep watch out my front window for hooligans to come traipsing up my street, but I’m not ready to turn into that type of lady yet. You know the lady I’m talking about. She always has on a big flower print moo-moo and curlers in her hair and her lipstick is about 5 shades too dark for her skin tone. She’s the lady who stares out her window while her cats (trust me, she always has multiple cats living in her house) are shitting up a storm in the back of her house. And where was she, anyway? I could have used the moo-moo wearing, lipstick too dark, crazy cat lady looking out for my three dollars last night! Alas, she does not live on this street. Yet.

Well, it is now official. Top Gear will be back on the TV this Sunday!!! W00t!! Normally, this would call for me to actually recap the final two shows of the last series, which I totally did not do and forgot all about and meant to do but other stuff got in the way and blah blah blah. Long story short, I may end up doing that eventually. But for now, I will try to focus on this series and give a verdict on how the first episode went on Tuesday next week. So stay tuned because there is actually something to watch on TV over the weekends while the long wait for the next F1 season.