GFOP Paul Collins eagle-eyed the one and only at the 1:13 mark. He writes, “I noticed something appalling/titillating. It was our precious Lady Physio being attacked! Get your male parts off of her, Michael Essien!”
Supporter’s embrace. Football can make you do many a strange things. Here’s a couple of Newcastle fans during last week’s win over Chelsea. (HT @zane_rm)
Barcelona’s defeat was a shock to all. Devastating to some. Simply put, when Ray Hudson is not commentating, Barca don’t seem to know what to do. Ray’s thoughts on the symbolism of last night’s game are below.
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From: Hudson, Ray
Date: Wed, Apr 25, 2012 at 8:23 AM Subject: Re: ARE YOU OK, RAY? To: Bennett, Roger
The golden era has ended. But how grand and glorious it was.
This was Barça’s Triple Crown: Chelsea/Real Madrid/Chelsea. They lost every leg. They wound up as a mile and an eighth squad asked to run a mile and a quarter.
After the game I went to Joe McGinniss’s pub nearby, and he told me this, which, after 14 more pints I started to see his wisdom; “In mathematics, all deviations from the mean display a propensity to return to it. This is expressed by the following equation, in which s represents standard deviation.” Joe then chalked this up on the blackboard behind the bar…the truckers sat on either side of me gazed on…
Well, Rog, I’m going back to bed. I’ll watch the Manchester derby on Monday, and will marvel over how two teams that left Chelsea in their dust in the Premiership could have been so humiliated by European lesser lights, when Chelsea could legitimately outplay Barça over two legs.
It was simply not meant to be. Andy Carroll picked the worst time imaginable to step out of his fat suit and “pony-tail” home the winner against doomed Everton. Instead of an All-Men in Blazers dream FA Cup Final featuring Chelsea and America’s team, Liverpool will play Roberto Di Matteo’s side on Cinco De Mayo. On the bright side, John Terry and Luis Suarez will finally have found a soulmate eager to shake the others hand before kickoff. In this week’s midnight pod special, Roger and Michael bemoan the FA Cup Final that could have been and breakdown why things went so terribly wrong for Rog’s beloved Toffees.
Plus, the Men in Blazers recap the return of golf’s Carlos Tevez, explore mighty Ray Hudson’s bizarre sexual predilections, celebrate the state bird of Massachusetts and answer a GFOP’s hard-hitting telegram regarding the Premier League’s sexiest manager. ‘Arry can rest easy.
To celebrate Game of Thrones’ return to HBO, and in a craven attempt to lull die-hard Tyrion Lannister aficionados from the geopolitics of Westeros to the goals, dives, and feigned injuries of top-quality soccer, we have worked with Men in Blazers listeners to construct this GAME OF THRONES–to–ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE converter based on the characters we’ll meet in Season 2.
It’s March and it’s madness. The FA Cup continued its slow but steady return to football’s radar of relevance over the weekend, with storylines abounding across England. And while the goal-scoring return of Chelsea’s Fernando Torres and vaudeville villainy of Liverpool’s Luis Suarezare subjects that warrant considerable attention in this week’s podcast, all of it pales in significance compared to the condition of Bolton midfielder Fabrice Muamba after his collapse during the quarterfinal clash at White Hart Lane.
Michael Davies and Roger Bennett review the remarkable storylines and salivate with anticipation at the week of scintillating football that lies ahead, including the seismic Manchester City-Chelsea matchup. The Blazered Men wrap up the pod by discussing the usual: How to fix the Champions League away goals rule, and whether “Ginger Ninja” is officially the greatest nickname in soccer.
During this morning’s SiriusXM show, Michael noted his concern for Chelsea manager Roberto Di Matteo’s increasingly shrinking melon. It brought to mind the classic cartoon Pinky and the Brain. I guess that would make John Terry his dimwitted associate. Or maybe it’s the other way around…
Fears of a double-dip recession in Britain may be over, thanks to the sudden wealth of job openings in England’s managerial ranks. Joining the post that nobody wants — manager of England’s national team — is the toxic task that only the clinically insane would consider with a straight face — manager of Chelsea Football Club. And it’s all fodder for analysis in this week’s pod from the Men in Blazers.
After offering a tearful goodbye to Andre Villas-Boas as he sets out for other prepubescent adventures, Michael and Roger work their way down the Premier League table and dissect the biggest storylines from the weekend. The blazered men consider matrimony for Mario Balotelli, Liverpool’s penalty woes, and the magisterial form of part-time American bassmaster/full-time Fulham’s leading goal scorer Clint Dempsey. What will it take for America to care? Someone please get him on Dancing With the Stars.
It seems our EPL All-Hair XI and Middle Earth XI have proved the catalyst to unleash the creative wrath of GFOPs everywhere. Next up, thanks to Angelo Puglisi and Jon Adams, we proudly present the LMFAO XI. During a recent pod, Davo had sworn he’d seen David Luiz performing at halftime of the Super Bowl. The Brazilian defender, used brazenly here as a midfielder, forms the emotional core of this fine side sampled from a great many of the world’s topflight leagues.
Goalkeeper: David James Defenders: Fabricio Coloccini, Carles Puyol, Alexi Lalas, Benoit Assou-Ekotto Midfielders: David Luiz, Craig Johnston, Carlos Valderrama, Marouane Fellaini Forwards: Kevin Keegan, Ruud Gullit Manager: Diego Maradona
It was simply not meant to be. Andy Carroll picked the worst time imaginable to step out of his fat suit and “pony-tail” home the winner against doomed Everton. Instead of an All-Men in Blazers dream FA Cup Final featuring Chelsea and America’s team, Liverpool will play Roberto Di Matteo’s side on Cinco De Mayo. On the bright side, John Terry and Luis Suarez will finally have found a soulmate eager to shake the others hand before kickoff. 
Fears of a double-dip recession in Britain may be over, thanks to the sudden wealth of job openings in England’s managerial ranks. Joining the post that nobody wants — manager of England’s national team — is the toxic task that only the clinically insane would consider with a straight face — manager of Chelsea Football Club. 
