The Run of Play is a blog about
the wonder and terror of soccer.
We left the window open during a match in October 2007 and a strange wind blew into the room.
Now we walk the forgotten byways of football with a lonely tread, searching for the beautiful, the bewildering, the haunting, and the absurd.
Nice
i dont know how… but somehow that fits him perfectly.
Where is the Eto’o post you had up? I loved that music.
Thanks, guys. Jakob, I had some imagery problems with the Eto’o post, but I’m hoping to have a version of it back up soon.
Hmm, it did raise one of my eyebrows, Brian, truth be told, though the music was right on the money I felt.
I think you’re giving him too much credit, Brian.
(Yes, I’ve changed my name. R’s are totally played out.)
Matha — Well, hey, it’s an appoximation.
I dunno.
Cesc can be profligate at times, but I associate spunking on that scale more with Adriano.
Ursus, I’d think Adriano would be turned away by the fact that the fountain wasn’t 80 proof.
Thank god for Charles Mingus.
Black Saint… is my “inner life” soundtrack most of the time.