Tuesday, 22 December 2009

#30 - Rossobianchi Award 2009

So this blog has not been going enough to be a full year, but that doesn't mean we can't do end of year award. Everyone loves them. The internet loves lists. Not as much as it loves cats, sadly. Anyway. I only have one award, having more than one is totally played out.

Rossobianchi Player of the Year 2009:

Rossobianchi's Player of the Year didn't sign for Real Madrid, doesn't play for Barcelona (neither do 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th), didn't name their son "Kai Wayne", didn't sell access to the clubs training ground despite being captain of their club and country, didn't handball twice and after Paul McShane defended badly and whilst Shay Given was out of position, didn't blame Ireland's defence for the goal and join Ipswich Town as manager, is shockingly not called Filippo Inzaghi, isn't Xmas #1, would have done something at the Copenhagen summit, didn't turn on the Large Hardon Collider, and definitely did not die before his super sell out tour.

Of course. I'm talking of Patrice Evra. The most amusing player at United for a good long time. Evra has given us
magic moments of comedy entertainment and consistently brilliant performances.

We (just me) are sure this award will mean more to him more than any trophy ever could.

Don't worry though. Real blog coming post-Xmas. Probably after we lose 3-0 to Hull City as Bobby Zamora plays in disguise and de Laet, Evra and even Mike Phelan are injured by a falling satellite. Curiously a bSkyb one.
You heard it here first.

This half-arsed blog has been brought to you by;
  • Being so old that I now find Festivus far more exciting than Xmas.
  • Refusing to say Christmas because I'm a stubborn "militant" atheist.
  • Making excuses to constantly eat fast food.


  1. Hhaha! Finally a post being made! I'll consider this as a birthday gift!

    Oh and Patrice called me, asking me to thank you. He's gonna try and visit you to collect his award.

  2. Only if he personally calls Frank Lampard a pussy again!