A proper post then.
Reserves stuffed 5-1 in Birmingham. Adrian Leijer played in the game, which perhaps suggests that he won’t get a big match baptism at Anfield (Omozusi has a 1 game suspension). It’s a weird one, the Stefanovic and Hughes partnership has looked really promising, so I’m not sure I’d want to split it up. But if you don’t, you have to play someone other than Aaron Hughes at right back. Simon Davies is said to be capable of such things, but after his thrilling game on the wing last week you wouldn’t want him to play anywhere else.
Bocanegra is available again and will presumably return somewhere – we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
Lawrie Sanchez was quoted today as saying that Clint Dempsey’s form has been “a revelation” this year. Well some of us saw it coming. Gone are those dark days of turning up to games hoping to see him in the team; you couldn’t drop him now.
The post below, incidentally, was from an interview with the legendary Jim White. I just watched the film “Searching for the wrong-eyed Jesus”, which is a BBC film in which White takes us around America’s South. Which doesn’t sound very interesting perhaps, but White’s a wonderful story-teller and the cameras follow him to some very odd places. A prison, a church, a biker bar, a diner, swamps, roads, anywhere really. There’s a lot of religion in there, because there’s a lot of religion in the lives of Southern people:
White:
“Everything that happens here happens as a result of Jesus. I grew up as an outsider; I would try to embrace Jesus, and I’d feel like I had just put on a feather boa, and the boa didn’t suit me, so finally I’d take it off, and then I’d feel naked and put the boa back on. When life doesn’t seem to make sense or approximate how you feel inside, then you go looking for myths to clutch hold of for some solace.”
Here’s more about White:
Jim White has made quite a bed. He has lived a dozen lives: as a drug taker and then drug purveyor; a professional surfer; a holy-rolling Pentecostal Christian; a professional model; a virtuoso guitar player; an ex-virtuoso guitar player who lost the better part of two fingers to a band saw; a mutilated, ex-virtuoso guitar player turned NYU film student; an ex-NYU film student turned NYC cab driver; a bedridden man suffering mysterious illness; a bedridden man suffering mysterious illness who passed those long hours relearning how to play the guitar minus a few key digits; a Luaka Bop recording artist; an alt-country darling; a father whose daughter has something like 37 names, including Charmela, Tiki Bird, Scooter Mandango, Cranky Avalon, Swift Maneuver and Scarlet-No-Haira. Which is to say that Jim White has lived more wild and weird stories than most and, mainly these days, through the exegesis of his music, has become a master storyteller.
Anyway, in this boring world where nothing much happens and originality is scarce, truly unique people like White stand out a mile. He’s interesting as hell and a nice bloke with it, it would appear.
Right. Football is why you came here and football you shall have. Tomorrow. Bear with me.
