Sunday football today...and I single out the Premiership as a yawn.
Liverpool, tightened up defence, and no attack...Leeds did this when George Graham took over, but I have considerable faith in Benitez!!
Owen has already scored, and reached the same total as the entire LFC team put together...I knew it would not be difficult for Michael. Watch the final end-of-season stats for the Chester lad...16+ goals, I'm sure. Liverpool might reach 30-45 goals as a team, but as was the case last season, their Champions League form is filled with tactical brilliance.
But this season, the reports share a similar story...unfilled Premiership stadia and more defensive tactics, plus Chelsea's clinical start, it is not making me alter my schedule to see matches as was the case years ago. Football is part of my life, but not quite MY life.
(I should give a Premiership nod to Sunderland and WBA who are giving their all, much as Norwich did last season...go for it you two, and Wigan as well!!).
Anyway, the Championship is a different story...
Norwich finally getting an away league victory for the first time since May 2004 at Crewe when they completed their Championship winning season to reach the Premier league. This time Ipswich were the perfect victims, and what a cracking match. Many errors, (Huckerby's miss), much excitement, (Huckerby's subersub goal), and a nail-biting finish. Like so many, the lower leagues, (and local loyalities!), offer more than money can buy, and that is not a cliche.
Last Friday, a metallic crash woke me, and I thought it was from the back, but my neighbour today confirmed the reason for the distortion of our bus shelter was in fact a white car that did something nearly impossible with the now obiously possible. That is destroy a bus shelter between two lime trees and still drive away. By chance Norwich buses are on strike at the moment, so we can exclude them from blame. Just lucky no-one was waiting in there...so even a strike has a plus side!
While writing lesson plans for my younger students, I was prompted to call my mother, due to a tightening chest and shortage of breath which is becoming all too common of late. I'm not sure if red wine is wise, but that's what she gave me, and an hour later some relief was reached. But even now, I feel like something has struck my chest...such is the pain. I am unable to use my left hand at these moments, and the light headedness becomes near suffocation. Therefore I've not done my spinal physiotherapy for 4 days.
But, but, but, onwards...everybody hurts, and no complaints for this here life, right!
Everyday I want to learn something new, and feel something new, accepting the errors in my ways, which I want to right; I'm here in part because of my own choices, but it's also true that it's not entirely my fault to be who I am - where I am - as I am, and it is as a humble human, that I write, teach, draw, share, live and hope.
If you're willing to walk with me, I'm happy, if not, I don't mind...anymore.
It's just as OK to be me, as it is for you to be you.
Now...Groove Armada (Dusk You and Me), take my evening away~~~
Music: Mission: Heaven on Earth
Chemical Brothers: Setting Sun
Susumu Yokota: Symbol of Life, Love and Aesthetics
Chris Spheeris: Joy of This Longing
Masakazu Yoshizawa: Zen Garden (2001)
