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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.

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The Run of Play Bloweth Where It Listeth

A statue drawing its own labyrinth

I’m in the middle of moving, so new posts are going to be thin on the ground for a while. Olympic soccer? Yeah, I’ve heard of it. The start of the season? Hand me that box and some tape. I have extensive thoughts on the situation at Manchester City; I’m writing them on cardboard, in magic marker, where they’ll be read by an employee of the van-lines operation we’ve hired to transport our various heirlooms and grand pianos. You’re not missing much, as my current opinions are largely the end product of magic-marker fumes and “settler’s havoc.”

The good news is that our new place will have much better access to live matches, and also televised matches that won’t freeze every seven seconds or get anyone arrested in Singapore. So look for this site to come back stronger than ever in the near future. In the meantime, look for it to be almost stupefyingly weak.

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The Run of Play Bloweth Where It Listeth

by Brian Phillips · August 13, 2008

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