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.
Is that a … raccoon-dog… with breasts?
l love babel,pls get me babel email adress
and stephen gerarrd
Em — I think he’s just tubby. The main thing is to look into his eyes.
festus — Hey, sorry if I misled you with my impressionistic multimedia portrait of the world inside Robbie Keane’s mind, but I’ve taken a path in life that means I’m really not the random stranger you should be approaching for Ryan Babel’s email address.
What would you email him about, anyway?
Well, you know, I was looking in to his eyes, but then I got distracted by his second pair.
(…too much for a tuesday portrait post?)
May I suggest this?
Dear Ryan,
What a funny name. So why do you and Mr. Kuyt seem so intent on running into the corner to practice your Will Coerver technique instead of scoring Ian Rush style? You are impressing no one.
I’ve CC Mr. Gerrard on this — he may miss most of the time but he’s closer to the heart of the matter, and with some coaching, perhaps in a similar vein to what he did with those island kids in the Adidas ads, he can give you a bit of a hand to shank with the best of them.
Many sincere regards,
Me.