Monday, 20 August 2018

david silva

"He's a player that often looks like the only grown-up on the pitch" - Barney Ronay on David Silva

When I sat down to binge-watch the new Amazon Prime documentary All or Nothing, I was drowning in pre-conceptions. The behind-the-scenes look into Manchester City's title-winning 2017/18 season has triggered the first seismic shift in the tectonic plates of this fledgling Premier League, as fans and professionals agitate towards their respective standpoints. Fascinating, cringy, classless and compulsory viewing are just some of the jury's verdicts so far, and I don't think I need to tell you which came courtesy of their Portuguese rival.

Personally, I loved it. As a football fan, there's no better elixir to quench our thirst than taking a glance into the extra dimensions of the game. Multiple times a week we fixate on 90 minutes of football, but there's no denying that we are only engaging in the sport at its most superficial form. We focus on the feet of our heroes, and villains, whilst their psyche is speculated upon but rarely confirmed. Our insight into the minds of players and managers often come through a post-match interview diluted with PR spiel and then we re left to spend another week debating over who's annoyed and who's not.

It was the documentary's breaking of these lines that really caught my imagination. Being the fly-on-the-wall finally became a reality, and our wings took flight into Pep Guardiola team-talks, the City dressing room, and the personal lives of their squad. One particular personal life tapped into an emotion that I never thought a football documentary would, and that was David Silva.

Thursday, 16 August 2018

07:41

"In football blogging, the good things can change in a second" - Didier Drogba

It is with the words of a legend that we wave goodbye to Time to Make Some Mates, just how it would have intended. The name that carried this page through the 2016/17 season, of which I spent on loan in the South American non-league, and the dormant 2016/17 season, spent out of action with a drink problem, has been amicably shown the door. 

As any great obituary should do, here's a quick flashback to the true origin of the name: 

"I thought I would very quickly explain why the title of this blog is what it is. At first glance it appears completely irrelevant and one would probably question why I have avoided every possible Argentinean stereotype (Let's Get Messi and The Hand of Blog were close contenders). However I decided to go with something that has epitomised Argentinean culture from the moment I landed to the moment I write this post....

The Mate.

Just to get it out the way, 'The Mate' is not the bloke you go down the pub with or that person you vaguely know that you bump into in a club. In Argentina, 'The Mate' is life. Mate is a hot drink that is consumed at all times of the day, no matter the activity or social occasion." - (The Wonder of Mate, August 2016)
So now that's out of the way, the truth. The name was impractical, confusing and an all-round terrible attempt at being (a) cultured and (b) witty. Believe it or not, I do possess acquaintances that I'd regard as 'mates', and so the apparent public cry for friendship made next to no sense. By the time I had explained what Argentinean mate was, attention spans had drifted into the abyss and the moment passed. So just as with Arsene Wenger, Time to Make Some Mates is officially #OUT.

Whilst I'm sure Unai Emery will do a decent job at the Emirates, I wanted to recruit a more creative replacement to lead the blog into the 2018/19 season. As I flicked through random words in both English and Spanish, the options got tackier than the 'Força' ('strength' in Portuguese) year abroad tattoo on my wrist. However, a solution soon came my way courtesy of ThamesLink rail.

As an English graduate, ditching the words for numbers is rare. Yet, as I stood on my commuter train this morning considering my dilemma, there it was.

This blog started as a travel blog, and continued that way for 35 articles, so it would be a shame to ditch that completely. The problem I have is that very recently I've entered adulthood and my life consists of a new routine of eat, sleep, get on a train, work, repeat. The only travel in my life revolves around the trains between Hertfordshire and Central London. I guess you could call it micro-travel. Anyway, it was good enough for me and I now own a blog named after a time on a train timetable.

Now you won't be surprised if its late...

It's 07:41, enjoy the content.

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