Archive for October, 2009

Centenary year (or not!)

October 21st, 2009

So, 96 years after the Spanish Football Federation was founded, we are celebrating the centenary! I know my maths at school was bad, but even I know that that doesn’t work out! In 1988 we had our 75th anniversary, so (take off shoes and socks to count) that makes 2013 for one hundred years, not 2009? More »

Barça v Almería

October 3rd, 2009

Did anyone see Barça play Almería? There’s so much confusion here in Spain over which channel is showing which match, that it’s hard to keep up. Goran and I have taken out subscriptions to everything we can, even the knitting channel, but even then we have missed some of the games. Anyway, it served for something at least, as Goran has knitted me a nice pull-under (like a pull-over, but you step in to it). More »


October 2nd, 2009

An English friend of mine invited me to watch your game of cricket on his television. I was surprised to see it was not that game with the hoops – he told me that was croquet, but not pronounced like the cowboy Davy, but crow-kay. Then he explained how cricket worked (ojo, that’s crick-it, not cri-kay), with men going out until they were out, then they came in, and the bowler men had no-balls, and it finished when all the overs were over, and all the rest. I smiled and said yes, but really I didn’t have a clue what was going on. It was fun though watching the Australians get all those “home runs”. Funny how the English invented so many sports, but lose at them all! Maybe Don Fabio Capello can change that?


October 1st, 2009

Interesting watching Madrid’s Champions League game against Olympique Marseille. They say the French keeper Mandanda is one of four brothers, all of whom are goalkeepers. Just imagine when they were kids, “you play centre forward….”. “why me, I always play centre forward, I want to play in goal…” “Zut alors” (that’s how French people speak to each other), “zut alors, I am your big frère and I make the rhules around here…”. “”Mon dieu” (I can see I am impressing you with my command of the tongue of the grenouille), “mon dieu, ok, but if I score a goal I get to play keeper, non?”. Mandanda huevos…