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Hectic? Tell me about it. I’ve been called an Energizer Bunny on the pitch, but I think my brain could sprint laps around my physical self. It never stops running. I hope that by the end of this post, everyone, including myself, will have a better understanding as to where my mind has been running when it comes to my tortoise-speed physical recovery, and more importantly, my career.
I made a quick breakdown of my injuries:
2005: Fractured eye socket in England
2010: Broken leg vs. Netherlands
2011: Fractured femoral condyle (broken leg/knee) vs. Manchester United
2011: Second surgery for cartilage after pin came loose in left knee
2013: Torn ACL, right knee (Gold Cup Final)
2014: Second torn ACL, right knee (Bolton)
I’ll just get right into the not-so-elusive elephant in the room: Retirement.
The dreaded word is a prominent one in my mind, but every time I think about it, another part of me is screaming, “NO, STUART, IT’S NOT YOUR TIME FOR THE ‘R’ WORD!” It’s not that I am worried as to what I will do or how I will provide for my family in retirement. I always knew playing soccer wasn’t a “forever” career, but it’s hard for me to think about retiring now and not having the chance to “go out” in the way I always imagined I would. How do you end a chapter of your life that has defined you for over 20 years, when the conclusion to that chapter seems very much unresolved?
This thought consumes me daily. With the accumulation of every injury, all signs point to retirement, but as soon as I start accepting my fate off the field, the universe sends me signals that it’s not time. My body tells me I’m fit and strong, and I pass every test in the gym and on the field. However, I’ve passed all of those tests before, and then my body failed me upon my return to previous teams.
Stuart Holden has consistently been given the short end of the stick in his soccer career. He has shown brilliant flashes of promise to be one of the more important players on the USMNT and continuously failed to live up to those expectations due to injury. Every time he got injured he fought his way back only to get brutally injured again and again. It is heartbreaking to see and I can only imagine what he’s been through. The worst part is he seems like a genuinely good guy who just can’t catch a break. However, I’ve always hoped he wouldn’t give up because he had too much talent to fade away into obscurity. He deserves his swan song even if he never reaches the heights he once played at. After all he’s been through he’s earned to go out the way he dreamed of rather than the way fate wanted him to.
Meet Kosovare Asllani who is a Swedish professional footballer who plays for Paris Saint-Germain in the French Division 1 Féminine, as well as the Sweden women’s national football team. I’m at a loss for words.
Why does this sport exist? Why is the stadium packed with fans? Who would pay money to watch this sport? Who grows up practicing this sport enough to become a professional radball player? Why is it called radball? Was it named by the same people who do the marketing for Go-Gurt? I have so many questions to ask these athletes and the people who run this sport but I have no idea who to ask or how. I will spend the rest of my life curious about this sport until someone answers all my questions.
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— Red Crusade (@RedCrusade) July 20, 2015
This video is making me crack-up. On the surface it’s not that funny. If anyone else was doing this it would barely even register. This isn’t anyone else though. This is Super Mario. Everything he does is whacky even if he doesn’t fully intend it to be. Now because of bereavement leave he has providing us entertaining videos like this while Ings and Origi prove their worth. From the looks of it he won’t be around for much longer. Part of me hopes he gets another chance though because the city of Liverpool won’t be the same without him.
From The Daily Mail:
Disgraced FIFA president Sepp Blatter sensationally had a bundle of fake banknotes thrown over him by a comedian who gatecrashed his press conference in Zurich today.
Englishman Simon Brodkin – whose comedy creations include footballer Jason Bent and Lee Nelson – calmly walked up to Blatter’s position behind a table at the front of the stage and placed a wad of pretend US dollars on the table, saying: ‘This is for North Korea 2026’.
He then turned to address the press while Blatter, who later announced he would not stand for another term as FIFA president in the new elections having resigned earlier this year, waved urgently at security guards to take him away.
They duly arrived either side of Brodkin, but before they could remove him he threw a huge bundle of notes into the air, which rained down around the out-going president of football’s governing body.
Whoever this guy is he is my new hero. I love whenever Sepp gets what’s coming to him. After incidents such as these he always tries to appear unflappable and unperturbed but you know it bothers him. He wants everyone to think things like this don’t affect him. However, deep down inside you know these things do and as his fall from grace continues the cracks in his armor are starting to appear. This is a man who only a few months ago thought he was above the law even as his inner circle crumbled around him. The man is so out of touch with reality it is sickening. I’m just glad he came to power at FIFA and not as the leader of a country because if he had his dictatorship would have been brutal and destructive.