Over the six years of hard-copy TSLR fanzines, no contributor was quite as prolific as Marco van B**tard. Since we're posting very little on the blog these days, we think you should all pop across to read MvB's very own blog, The Blue and White 'Un. In his latest post, MvB takes us on that bizarre journey to Griffin Park last week.
The thing about possessing genius is that you don't get to summon it
automatically. Sometimes it isn't there at all. Sometimes the pieces of
you that embody the genius go cold. If Albion were a writer, they'd have
suffered a block in this match on a par with the dearth of imagination,
say, that sees blogs like this stumble inconsistently on for years and
years.
Forty-five terrible minutes - like, mountainous cat sick awful, no point, the motor never running, on that narrow Griffin Park pitch which so often has seemed claustrophobic to them over the years - and then at least another 20 in the second, with a sort of unfocused desperation powered only by the spiralling fumes of a half-time team talk.
Forty-five terrible minutes - like, mountainous cat sick awful, no point, the motor never running, on that narrow Griffin Park pitch which so often has seemed claustrophobic to them over the years - and then at least another 20 in the second, with a sort of unfocused desperation powered only by the spiralling fumes of a half-time team talk.
1 comment:
Thank you very much for this. I was only prolific because I don't have a life! Much appreciated x
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