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Los Ballyhaunis Galácticos [Updated]

Flying out to Madrid this afternoon. There’s intense speculation I’m being offered a multimillion euro contract to link up with Ronalda and Kaka at the Bernabéu. I can neither confirm nor deny these rumours. There may also be rumours that I’m actually going on a pretty tame weekend break with my mother. Again, I can neither confirm nor deny those rumours. (Sufficed to say, if its anything like our Roman jolly in October, well, I’m in for a rollercoaster ride. Of Mass.) Read the rest of this entry »

STADIO OLIMPICO, ROMA. 19.45 G.M.T. (UPDATED)

Last weekend, thirty gurning, fat-headed repressed homosexuals groped each other for 80 minutes in Murrayfield to determine whether Leinster or Leceister could call themselves European champions in a sport that 90% of Europeans don’t even know exists, let alone participate in. Tonight is the real deal.

Kickoff in the Champions League final is almost upon us and, I gotta admit, I’m running around like a kid on Christmas morning. This year the two best teams, with a dozen or so of the continent’s most exciting players – Messi, Ronaldo, Iniesta, Rooney, Henry, Eto’o, Giggs, Xavi, er… John O’Shea – will battle it out to see who lifts the only European trophy that matters. Read the rest of this entry »