Showing posts with label Andrei Arshavin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Andrei Arshavin. Show all posts

31 December 2009

Like the uncovering of the bodies as the giant sun soars up

So we could do a "best of 2009" type feature here. But that would mean having to exploit two faculties which are in a bad way chez my brain: remembering things, and putting things in order of preference (you should see me at the ballot box (PR-STV ftw!)).

Let's do something a little different. The Liverpool 4-4 Arsenal game in April was strange enough as it was, especially for an Arsenal fan. But to weird it up a squeak, when I wasn't tweeting stream links, I watched the second half with the volume turned down. My soundtrack instead was Barafundle by Gorky's Zygotic Mynci — which is, conveniently, forty-eight minutes long. I was listening to this album again lately, and the memories of confusion, Arshavin, confusion, Arshavin and confusion returned like aftershocks.

So here's a trip 'round my mind as it was on the evening of 21 April 2009. By the wonders of science, I have determined which song was playing as each of the seven second-half goals was scored. I will leave any Dark Side of Oz coincidences up to the reader (a knowledge of Welsh might help). Just realise the cognitive dissonance involved here.




1-1 — Torres — 'The Barafundle Bumbler'




2-1 — Benayoun — 'Patio Song'




2-2 — Arshavin — 'Bola Bola' ("Tummy tummy")




2-3 — Arshavin — 'Cursed, Coined and Crucified'




3-3 — Torres — 'Sometimes the Father Is the Son'




3-4 — Arshavin — 'Hwyl Fawr i Pawb' ("Goodbye to everyone")




4-4 — Benayoun — 'Wordless Song'



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Now that I've shared almost half the album with you, do buy it if you like what you hear (there's some even better stuff elsewhere on the record) and salve my conscience into the bargain. Happy new year, folks. Read more...

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20 November 2009

Awwww...



To wash the sour taste of everything out of our mouths, by which I mean my mouth, what could be better than Cesc Fabregas, Bacary Sagna, Theo Walcott and Andrey "But I wanted the owl costume!" Arshavin dressed head-to-foot as animals for the sake of charidee?

(Not shown: Walcott's shoulder disintegrating under the weight of the costume.)

H/T: Kickette

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20 January 2009

Another hoax?

So Masal Bugduv doesn't exist. And according to Richard Whittall, not many players do, at least not in the way we often think they do.

So someone answer me this: what about Andrei Arshavin?

I mean, that delightful footballer we saw against Sweden and Holland last June -- if they could fake parts of the Olympic opening ceremony, couldn't he just have been a hologram or something? Were we all part of some mass hypnosis experiment? Is the media conference announcing his arrival at Arsenal on February 1st going to be interrupted by a Russian TV crew bursting into the room and saying "Smile, you're on Candid Camera!"?

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