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.
No need for italics this week. I’ll watch Arsenal-Liverpool on Sunday, wishing all the while that we also had a camera in the director’s box. I’ll probably watch Barcelona-Villareal, on the theory that not watching Barcelona play soccer at the moment is like not watching Leonardo da Vinci contemplate the movement of water. And I might watch Newcastle-Tottenham, which could be fun in a Tinkerbell sort of way. But generally, the weekend looks slow.
I do, however, as you may know, enjoy hearing about the matches you’re watching. So if you feel like shining a little metaphorical pen-light through the nine zillion feet of snow I am currently buried under, please swing by the comments section. Tell me how fiercely, based on his facial expression alone, Joe Kinnear seems to be hoping the announcers are portraying him as a big-club man by taking his time with Tottenham out of the box in the attic and holding it up to the light. Or, you know, anything else.
Read More: Another Lost Weekend
by Brian Phillips · December 19, 2008