Security! Magellan, Drake & the AFA
Magellan, though, ah Magellan. As a youth we'd draw our grubby finger across the beautiful, though distorted mess of the Mercater world map. Invariably we'd end up at the Strait of Magellan. We still...
View ArticleSantiago Solari & Facundo Sava – Great Budgies
At home, though, there's a dearth of such folk: Diego Simeone should be one of the luminaries but his glib, blind bumbling at Racing, forever haughtily sniping at the short-sightedness of the pueblo...
View ArticleTevez v Mancini?
Too often with Tevez, the narrative is that of the charming wisecracker from the hood (over here) or the brooding, egotistical simpleton (over there). In this interview we get a fine example of the...
View ArticleTevez v Mancini? Part II
Dear handsome, oh so lonely fellows, welcome back on this VD day. After spending the post earlier today complaining about meeja laziness and sloppiness, it was brought to our attention that one of our...
View ArticleMessi is Ours
It is a declaration of love for the wee man from Rosario, touchingly bashful at times ("i'd be uncomfortable overstepping the mark...") while at others it veritably flushes with ardent reverence. It...
View Article1978
One of the stranger and least defensible decisions of the people's champ, however, was his regime's commitment to military spending. It is said they spent some two billion dollars on Soviet equipment....
View ArticleMessi the Big Fat Racist
No, what really surprised us about this story was how out of touch it made us feel. The common thread over the last few years in the Messi-Argentina saga is that la Pulga doesn't play well for his...
View ArticleOur Man in the Ukraine – Oleg Yaroslavsky
Olé have a correspondent in the Ukraine at the moment. Martín Macchiavello is his name. This is quite unusual and pegamequemegusta is not sure what prompted such a change in strategy. Nonetheless,...
View ArticleYer Man in the Ukraine – José Sosa
Midst all the underpants ads, the carefully placed bottles of water – logo out – and exhortations to love those little plastic cards offering mastery and freedom; midst all the conflicting emotions...
View ArticleThe Atlantic Football Fish
Football players are men, after all, and we suspect that heretofore not enough attention – or at least the wrong kind of attention - has been paid to the lovemaking techniques of the men we pay to...
View ArticleBring Back Maradona
Maradona was rightly Tombstoned for his selection policy in the World Cup qualifiers. Some of the players Diego called up he would then treat like embarrassing mementos of late-night tv shopping...
View ArticleSodom & Begorrah
I “Pegamequemegusta, I presume?” came the words of the Foreign Correspondent as we nestled drowsily in the long grass, “Whither thy pen?” The address was relayed to us by a translator, so long had we...
View ArticleSabella & the Botany of Desire
Now, as we all know, a lack of variety in any given fruit, tuber or vegetable can leave it open to plague. Despite apparently having approached perfection, all the Golden Delicious in the world could...
View ArticleMascherano: “If Leo was picking the team…”
What to do with the vulgar? How are they to be presented to the reader — you, dear handsome one! — in such a form as to be in the least bit interesting? They cannot be left out altogether, for …...
View ArticleLuisferatu
Wolfie howled. A dark, freezing madrugada of a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Villagers huddled in their hovels hoovering up the healing warmth of their football-boxes. A cock crowed, confused; confused,...
View ArticleThe Fear
I The Battle of Cerro Corá, dear beardless ones, was the final battle of the War of the Triple Alliance. In a scheduling nightmare men with sabres vowed would never be repeated, Uefa’s Franco-Prussian...
View ArticleBeing Sabella
Today we bring you a translation of a piece by Ignacio Fusco, of Olé and Don Julio. Pegamequemegusta has translated several interviews of his – with Pipo gorosito, Carles Rexach and Di Stéfano – as he...
View ArticleDemichelis: ‘Stop making my kid cry, man!’
Cábalas, cábalas! The world is a drunken snake-cum-conveyor belt except it’s not fixed to the floor and it moves in several different directions at once! It is a river a-flood ten thousand fathoms deep...
View ArticleThe Wait
“I’ve been playing this match for twenty-four years now. Twenty-four bloody years.” Before the match, Javier Mascherano gathered his teammates in a huddle. He looked each one in the eyes. He spoke from...
View ArticleMessi: The Movie
Of all the stories in football, it’s hard to think of any so familiar as the one about Messi’s beginnings in football. Women with slack, elastic socks and shopping bags at bus stops could tell you,...
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