Gentle reader, our last match was, in the words of any good Midwesterner, “Ope!” A bit of a surprise, to be honest. Our beloved El FC had been riding higher than prime John Bonham. In fact, I was feeling so good, I found myself humming what is perhaps the greatest cover of any song anywhere,…
Gentle reader, this week has left me in a state of bewilderment. Just two weeks ago, our beloved El FC was playing atrocious footy. No ruthless verticality. All we had was horseshoes of sadness and a lot of crosses. Crosses that went to no one. Crosses that kept coming despite being ineffectual. I did my…
Gentle reader, I need to thank Charles Peacock, Esq. for his work last week. If you are not aware, he’s a real one. Now, I won’t stoop to that level to explain what he is real at, but he is. This team of ours, our beloved FC, continue to confound those of us here at…
Gentle reader, you had thoughts about us here at the compound. You felt we were too negative, too nihilistic, too much a harsher of one’s mellow. So, in an effort to prove you wrong, I feigned positivity last match. I went all in on the positivity. To wit: Tell me, reader, how the match turned…
Gentle reader, El FC’s last performance was surprising. And by surprising, I mean it ended in a victory. I will admit I was not expecting that. Unfortunately, Phil West was. Also, the dearth of trust in the team seems to not be an uncommon opinion. And so, today, gentle reader, I look to turn over…
Gentle reader, my hens and I are at a loss, both literally and figuratively. Many will think our predictions have gone to the dogs. We picked a 1-1 draw. So did Phil. Alas, no such result transpired. Instead of a hard-fought match that resulted in 1 or 3 points earned, our El FC crumbled like…
Gentle reader, we won! Yes, my hens saw this victory coming. If I’m not mistaken, this is the second league victory in a row. Do I dare say we’re on a winning streak? I will also begrudgingly admit that in inestimable Phil West also predicted a victory, but didn’t trust El FC’s defense as much…
Gentle reader, this team is a mystery. One day they’re minnows, barely playing recognizable soccer. The next day? They’re playing beautifully flowing, fitba, filled with fabulous phases of play. Our last match was one such fantastic show. I won’t lie, reader, my hens didn’t see this coming. They predicted a loss. At least Phil West…
My dear reader, last match was craptastic. My hens somehow didn’t pick up on the less than stellar 2nd act of our Lord Redes. It’s not as though we were taken out behind the woodshed, but we certainly didn’t cover ourselves in glory. With Redes on the field, my hens insist their prediction would’ve held….
Gentle reader, when is a not win a win? When the win wins over the fans like a wind through a window. Yes, my hens foresaw a victory, which, by the score, wasn’t correct, but, by the feeling afterwards, was. Phil West was just wrong: The architecture can be marvelous. I.M. Pei’s city hall is…