Monday, September 21, 2009

The Captain's Weekly Rant

Firstly, I need some answers. The 90 mins are up at Old Trafford. It's 3-3 and an undermanned City have played very well, equalising three times, and thoroughly deserve a point at least. The official on the sideline holds up the board that clearly says '4', meaning that there are to be four (4) minutes of added time. Yeah, so there are four (4) minutes of injury time to be played. So can anyone explain to me how Michael Owen is able to score a match-winning goal on 96 fucking minutes? When there is only 4 minutes of added time? Not six. Four (4). Anyone? Only United could win in such dodgy, underhanded fashion. My disdain just keeps on building...

The Dragons went out of the NRL finals in straight sets, crushing my dream of $$$$. After breathing fire all year they ended up with nothing more than a Zoolander "I think I'm getting the black lung Pop" cough. No composure. No game-breakers. No forwards who could catch a fucking ball. No $$$$. The Parra continued to matta at the business end of the season with a spanking of the Titans, as predicted.

St. Kilda and Geelong both navigated their way into the AFL Grand Final. After watching the Eels game, I caught the replay of the Saints vs Bulldogs clash, and it would be fair to say that I was a tense man sometime around 1.30 a.m. Saturday morning when the Dogs hit the front in the final term. Thanks Nick Riewoldt! One more Saints victory and it's some sweet $$$$.

The Wallabies performance against the All Blacks is not worthy of any sort of discussion.

Finally, Trusting put in a third straight unbelievable finish and is going to win the Caulfield Guineas. He may even win the Cox Plate with some luck. $15 in the Cox says he can. He can consider himself drafted into my Star Stable for the Spring. Stay tuned for more on Star Stable later in the week.

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