Skip to main content

Newcastle Preserves a Point v. Southampton; Other Stuff Happens

I've been totally remiss in the soccer aspect of this blog (and the literature part, really, but hey...it's summer time) and there was a lot to blog about this summer in the soccer world...the U.S. Women winning the World Cup, the U.S. Men getting exited from the Gold Cup by Jamaica, MLS action, transfers. etc. etc. But all that is behind us now because the prems are back, baby! Here's a quick round up:

Georginio Wijnaldum: New NUFC midfielder
makes good in first game with a goal
Newcastle 2-2 Southampton - This was an utterly "Newcastley" result...going down a goal, then tying, then going ahead! only to give up the equalizer in the last 10 minutes. But at least they held on for the point. Interesting that that three of this game's four goals came from headers of long, wide crosses, and the one that didn't (from Papis Cisse) came off a chested ball. I like that Cisse and the new guy Wijnaldum both broke their cherries in the first match, because we're gonna need a lot from them this season. NUFC's defense looked a little "Three Stooges"-ish, Coloccini didn't have a great game, but Colback seemed to get an injection of life into his legs in the last quarter of the game, which was promising. Obertan also worked his ass off all game. Tying with Southampton and putting away two goals...that's about the best I could realistically expect from Week 1 of a Magpies season after a very forgettable season in which they slid to the bottom quarter of the league table like a stone after the departure of head coach Alan Pardew. A lot to be happy about in this game.

Phillipe Coutinho about to shoot (not actually from
yesterdays game, but...sue me.
Liverpool 1-0 Stoke City - I didn't really have a dog in this fight other than a slight (very slight) favoritism toward Liverpool because my friend and EPL-watching partner likes them...but...this was crap football. Both sides seemed not to know what to do with the ball. Stoke were controlling the ball in their half and then bombing it up the field like high school footballers. Liverpool were not doing much better, knocking the ball forward at every opportunity, but to no one, really. Liverpool's game took on a lot more form and organization when Emre Can came in with about 20 minutes to go. Seemed like he took over the sort of "center mid" role of slowing the ball down, opening up space, and feeding balls to the right players. The moment of the game was when Coutinho blasted in a goal from 25 yards out; not only was it the game's only goal but it was the only time either team really threatened for goal. Stoke really missed a chance to take some critical early-season points from Liverpool here. 



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

New Yorker Fiction Review #146: "Three Short Moments in a Long Life" by John L'Heureux

Issue: May 9, 2016

Story: "Three Short Moments in a Long Life" by John L'Heureux

Rating: $

Review: I feel like this is a somewhat tired technique, straight out of Creative Writing 101: write a story consisting of three or four different snapshots or snippets out of a character's life at different ages, sort of like a series of written photographs. Fun perhaps, but strikes me as a bit amateurish. However, I also think L'Heureux succeeds here by pushing it a bit further, playing with the character's tentative attempts at something close to faith -- in childish, adult, and mature adult ways -- and tying all three "Short Moments" together in a subtle and readily decipherable way.

L'Heureux's prose and his frank humor and his ability to glorify and find the meaning in the mundane events and thoughts of every day life, and thereby turn the life of an ordinary person into a drama with meaning and significance puts me in mind of John Irving. As well a…

Water Review: San Pellegrino 250ml Bottle

Damn you, tiny little bottle of San Pellegrino. So little. So cute. But what are you really good for other than to make me wish I had a full bottle of Pellegrino? 
Good as a palate cleanser after a nice double espresso, I will give it that. But little else. The suave yet chaotic burst of Pellegrino bubbliness is still there, but with each sip you feel the tragedy of being that much closer to the end of the bottle, that much faster.

This is a bottle of water made specifically for the frustrated, for the meticulous, for the measurers among us with a penchant for the dainty. This water does not love you in the wild, on a sunny porch or with the raucous laughter of friends. No...much the opposite. Whatever that may be.

Best drunk in tiny, tiny sips, while forcing oneself through an unreadable and depressing Russian novel one does not want to read but feels one should, on a cold, wet day in December that promises four months of gloom and depression...or in pairs or threes and poured over …

New Yorker Fiction Review #151: "The Bog Girl" by Karen Russell

From the June 20 issue...

My loyal readers (if there are still any, which I doubt) will know I'm usually not a fan of Magical Realism, which, as you may also know, is Karen Russell's stock in trade. That said, there's nothing I love more than having my antipathy for magical realism shattered by an awesome story like "The Bog Girl."

Briefly, an Irish teenager discovers the body of a young woman who as been buried in a bog for over 2,000 years and begins to date her. What more do you need, right? If I'd read that one-line description somewhere else, and wasn't on a mission to review every New Yorker short story, I doubt I'd have read "The Bog Girl." But maybe I should start doing a George Costanza and do the opposite of everything I think I should do.

Where Russell succeeds here is in two main areas: 1.) Making us really love Cillian, the teenager who falls in love with the bog girl, and 2.) pulling the unbelievable trick making the characters…