Cry Baby Cry
Hmmmmm. Looks like somebody thought they just had to turn up and everything would be fine.A modicum of advice Christiano, tears in victory are a sign of humility. An indication that the weeper of those tears, at such a time in their life, recognises the significance of their achievement and the tears come as a result of that self-awareness. Roger Federer this very afternoon showed the world how - if at all - it should be done.
Tears when you've just been beaten by the underdogs simply make you look like a spoilt little prick who is, quite possibly, intent on scweaming until he is sick: just like Violet Elizabeth.
Tart! (As they say in these parts).
incidentally, I'm waiting for all you James-knockers to comment on Ricardo's goalkeeping display this evening.
I watched the John Martyn doc that was originally broadcast on BBC 4 on Friday night. What a wasted opportunity to examine the man's artistic life, rather than film his grotesquely overweight body struggle with the loss of his leg and the seemingly constant supply of vino veritas.
Instead of a genius, we got a drunk. Instead of film of him playing his acoustic sets (y'know, the ones everyone wants to hear), we end up with too much overblown synth shit from the early eighties.
An opportunity wasted. You, who made it, should be ashamed.
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