Showing posts with label Internazionale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Internazionale. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Jackson 5 - I Wanna Be Where You Are (Via: Armed Snobbery)


Good morning fellow Zinedine Zidane-esque headbutters;

Lots of action in UEFA Champions League yesterday and today. Look for a recap of select 2-round matches after next week's second leg.

If you're able to find it, check out F.C. Internazionale Milano take on F.C. Barcelona at the San Siro in UEFA Champions League action later today. Swedish striker Zlatan Ibrahimovic will be making his first return to Milan after leaving Inter this summer for Camp Nou and, similarly, Samuel Eto'o will face F.C. Barcelona for the first time after swapping clubs in the same deal. F.C. Barcelona sent Eto'o and 40 million euro to Inter for Ibrahimovic.


Enjoy the sun if its around, keep FOX News off the TV, and relax with my lady-friend Aretha.

-Barry

Read an excellent column from ESPN's Harry Harris in which he frames Chelsea's recent troubles with EPL's recent policy implementations (HERE)

Read BBC's Chris Jardine's editorial on the recent Emmanuel Adebayor incident (HERE)

Also from the BBC:
"Manchester City striker Emmanuel Adebayor appeared to recreate his controversial celebration from Saturday's 4-2 win over his old club Arsenal after scoring in training on Tuesday. The Togo striker . . . smiled as he ran and slid to his knees in front of his team-mates." (Via BBC)

Check ESPN Soccernet for recaps of yesterday's UEFA Action (HERE)

**(UPDATE) Emmanuel Adebayor accepted his three-game ban from FA (BBC HERE).**

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Humiliation


Libations or not, my guys Mikey D. and JJ both worked me in my own game, FIFA 2009, on separate occasions. With my representation of -- fellow Barvarians and beer-loving blue-eyes -- Bayern Munchen and their same selection of my -- pre-transfer of Zlatan Ibrahimovic to FC Barcelona -- Italian league favorite Internazionale, I was expecting instant victory. Yet, in each match, I, at first, was faced with vigorous and surprisingly competitive match back and forth exchanges. However, I was twice brutally beaten in the end like the 13-year-old Screech Powers that I was.

Fortunately, I was able to lament with friends from Latrobe Brewery, as well as search for comfort in my knowledge that I perform better in sobriety. . .

Photo(s): FIFA , Rolling Rock