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 was wrong again.
Because I was so befuddled, I decided a nice drive would clear my head. I hopped into my whip (a 1986 powder-blue, 2 door coupe) and took off. After I turned onto 360, heading towards the Pennybacker Bridge, this song came on.
Yes, this team truly is a mystery. My mind then shot straight to this lion of history: Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill.
Full of great quotations, I recalled this one as he described Russia: “A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.”
That is a perfect encapsulation of what our team is. Not cool mysterious, like Batman. More like annoying mysterious, like Verdisimo.
It was at that moment that I decided to embrace the chaos. I reason it’s akin to how I read and learnt to love this great novel
In other words, sometimes you can’t make it be what you think you want. Rather, it takes you where you need to be.
Having come to this realization, I felt a load lifted off my shoulders. Que sera, sera.
I pulled my beautiful car into the compound and found my hens. I grabbed a handful of the fully organic, ethically sourced, pelleted feed and scattered it on the ground and watched them eat. Both San Julius and Wolfie ate with vim and vigor. The both went to the right and never the left.
Yes, my dears, I understand.
El FC 2-0 Rob Fordland
Louis de Ludovico
Viewing McKalla as his personal empire, Louis lives for the beautiful game. And food. Especially flamingo tongues. A chicken savant.
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