I’m not sure at which stage lies The Fields of the Seraphim; a summer hiatus has been lengthened due to intense hot weather which makes being anywhere near a pc completely unbearable. But changes h…
Acknowledgements and a dedication
Pembroke Welsh Corgi – According to Welsh legend, children playing in the fields while tending to the family cattle found two puppies. They thought the pups were foxes, but something wasn’t right, so the children took the pups home. Their parents said the pups weren’t foxes and explained they had come from the fairies that lived in the fields. The little dogs were ridden by fairies into battle and used to pull their carriages. The proof is on the back of the dogs. Marks indicate where the fairy saddle was placed on the shoulders of the canines, proving their everlasting bond with the fairies.
Spain’s biggest stadia can be a coliseum on a night like this. Eighty thousand fanatical fans at the Bernabéu last night – at least 99% of them Madridistas. The advantage? It should be a wall of noise. A wall of loyalty. A Phil Spector wall of sound – taunting Atlético with the result in Lisbon and giving the players in white a feeling of invincibility and responsibility. But after the first goal…a significant chunk of the Bernabéu turned on Iker Casillas. Although the error was not, I’d say in any way, his. Several times when he was in possession of the ball he was whistled and jeered – by his own fans – until the dormant, loyal part of the stadium began to chant: Iker! Iker! This last happened when Mourinho was at his worst at Madrid. It divided, it caused rancour which exists to this day and it debilitated Los Blancos. […]
They pay their money. Spain’s a democracy. They are free to do what they want, I guess. But to me they are moronic, disloyal and becoming part of the problem."
— Graham Hunter, Three Lessons from Real Madrid 1-2 Atlético Madrid (via footieridiculosity)
“There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”
Just a little by the way: Keylor Navas can do nothing to change the horror show that is the Real Madrid defence. A toddler could cut through those four jokers in a moment. Keylor Navas would also have no control over those overpaid preening pimps up front who couldn’t score a goal to save their lives. Also remember that on Navas’ Real Madrid debut, we lost. So when you’re knee jerking to blame the goalkeeper for everything (and you will blame Navas one day), remember that no one is scoring goals.