That I’m no football analyst, but that the Soca Warriors looked like a tight, purposeful unit today. (Sorry, Andreas).
That the Guardian‘s liveblog of the Trinidad & Tobago v. Sweden match was one of the more distasteful pieces of journalism I’ve come across in recent times.
That — as Skye and I remarked simultaneously during CNC TV’s coverage of the post-match celebrations at various bars across the country — Trinis should consider looking for some other, more elegant way of expressing jubilation besides wining on each other.
That Nikipedia may never manage to wrest his vintage Strike Squad ’89 t-shirt from the clutches of his younger brother Andrew, who looked just a little too comfortable in it today.
That we may never know why Jonathan has suddenly gone off T.S. Eliot and julie mangoes — but that we’ll sure as hell keep trying to find out.
That our English buddy Alistair, whom we let hang with us today to watch the match (and who even donned a Latapy shirt for the occasion) will probably be safer hanging with us again to watch Thursday’s match than with a more hardcore posse.
That with the West Indies playing India in St. Lucia, Federer playing Nadal in Paris, three World Cup matches being played in various parts of Germany and a load of unfinished work the size of the pile of top soil sitting at the side of C*POP’s as yet unfinished house, tomorrow is going to be a hell of a juggling act.
Thank you for Cumana information! Chaguaramas…
makes a lot more sense. Good luck to Soca Warriors against England tomorrow
I have to agree with you on the Guardian piece. I’m normally impressed with their journalism, however I suppose the live sport commentaries are more a blog.
A precedent was set a few years ago when a cricket commentator at the guard wrote a piece where they went off topic and talked about the tube and all manner of things which depressed them (wish I had a link to it). Since then I suppose they’ve become unedited opinion pieces.
This piece was downright rude though.
I know I’m late in contributing this comment (Anguilla didn’t have WIFI in the hotel rooms), but the Guardian piece was way more than distasteful and rude – it was ignorant.
Yeah, that blog was shameful. But being in England, I’ve come to expect that kind of nonsense, some people aren’t that developed after all.
About Trinis finding a more elegant way to celebrate, depends on what you define as elegant. Is it European elegant, or Caribbean elegant, but who has time to be elegant when one is superecstatic? Not those Trinis I saw wining on a cab in Central London after the match against England. I guess if they didn’t wine, the woulda cry. Sigh. Trinis, wha yuh go do with or without them?