Gentle reader, I am home. Having spent the last several months deep in augural studies, my schedule has allowed me to return to the compound. You didn’t think I was gone, did you? Oh, gentle reader, I’m akin to a toe fungus: sometimes not visible, but always there. As I was taking a rickshaw from…
Gentle reader, we have made it to the end. The final game of a challenging season. Looking back, this has been a discomforting season: players not playing to their potential, players playing who shouldn’t be playing, players not playing who should be playing, and a coach who is always dead-on in his tactics and man…
Gentle reader, our team is not doing well. We are sliding into oblivion. I think that was the reason my beloved hens traveled across the pond for a short visit to Old Blighty, Albion, the Land of the Rose: England. If you remember, they sent us a telegram whilst visiting Waterley Bottom. When they arrived…
Gentle reader, may I suggest Taylor was talking about us? Have I reached acceptance yet? Not sure, but I and my hens (who, by the by, correctly picked a draw) felt nothing after another craptastic performance. And to top it all off, it seems that our talismanic mass of beauty and talent will probably miss…
Gentle reader, I believe Cicero wrote it best: “O tempora! O mores!” O, the times! O, the customs! Our beloved El FC has been, to be charitable, not reaching its potential. When passers-by see me and my hens as we stroll along one of our fair city’s avenues, I am often asked how I feel…
Gentle reader, Wednesday was a game. It was a game to remember. It was a game to forget. It was Dickensian to its core: good guys, bad guys, evil goings on, everything. It’s nothing to be proud of, but my hens nailed the score. Our dear friend, Phil West, was, concurrently, right and wrong. He…
Gentle reader, our beloved El FC are playing badly right now. Not down bad. Just plain bad. How do we turn this around? This helps not in the least: But, if we’re being honest, just having these two somewhat available is good news. It difficult to try and be even somewhat optimistic. We here at…
Gentle reader, as Thomas Paine tells us, these are the times that try men’s souls. A horrible showing last week. I willed my hens to be optimistic, but should’ve known better. Blues was my theme. I clearly need to heed my own words in the future. To make matters worse, the club issued this ….
Gentle reader, it has been a minute since we last met. I’d like to say that this time has been well spent. I’d be lying if I did, though. We had to contend with crapping out of the Leagues’ Cup. If that didn’t make you blue enough, we then lost a player who meant so…
Gentle reader, let me begin by thanking fellow compound-mate, Charles, for filling in for me last Wednesday’s match, which was characterized by a sad lacking of our midfield maestro, Daniel Pereira. As one might surmise, our bhoys in viride did not emerge victorious. It really does come down to, no Dani, no party. Sure, some…