Lovely weekend of English football. A win for Megson over a decidedly un-top-four(six?)-looking Everton, another goldust-like point for Wolves, West Ham from two goals down to draw at home, Fulham, more appealingly so, by the same margin, at Eastlands. Result of the weekend: a smash-and-grab operation by Stoke at White Hart Lane. That bloke Whelan will become a legend at this rate, if he's not careful.
And from that pulsating game that undid Spurs comes my quote of the weekend: "Delap...with his feet, this time..."
How I love being home. :)
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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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