Indian football in an Indian summer
Allright, Indian football is such crap that the term is almost an oxymoron. However, hope glows eternal. We are in elite company too, right between Ghana and Italy. The tricolour dreadlocks are not to be missed.
As for lesser teams like Barcelona and Chelsea, they come waayyy below us.
As for the summer, it's 27 degrees on the 21st of September. We feel the presence of Autumn in our bones, but we push the shadow away behind a door ever so slightly ajar and live for the moment. And drink and chatter away at pub tables that we know will be put away indoors all too soon.
'The tram goes by full of legs:
White legs, black legs, yellow legs.
My God, what are all the legs for, asks my heart.
But my eyes
ask nothing at all.'
- Carlos Drummond de Andrade.
Pass the Pinot.
Autumn?
What's that?
As for lesser teams like Barcelona and Chelsea, they come waayyy below us.
As for the summer, it's 27 degrees on the 21st of September. We feel the presence of Autumn in our bones, but we push the shadow away behind a door ever so slightly ajar and live for the moment. And drink and chatter away at pub tables that we know will be put away indoors all too soon.
'The tram goes by full of legs:
White legs, black legs, yellow legs.
My God, what are all the legs for, asks my heart.
But my eyes
ask nothing at all.'
- Carlos Drummond de Andrade.
Pass the Pinot.
Autumn?
What's that?
posted by nevermind at 3:10 PM
2 Comments:
heck man, this webpage was screwed up for a while - kept freezing up me comp. anyways, i join you in a toast to the glorious summer that was. secondly, you have been tagged!
Oi sac, cheers it is. Will do the tag, as soon as poss.
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