Donovan wimps out – claims he wants to “rest” in LA.
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Donovan is class! He’s not capable of wimping.
If he needed a break after so much non-stop playing then who are you to question a man’s decision about his own body?
We Evertonians wanted him back but his first duty is to LAG.
Regards,
Ed
I always preferred Dylan.
Johnny Cash for me! Not only did he call himself “The Man In Black” in homage to that great referee of yesterday, Arthur Ellis, but his song “I run (sic) the line” is the seminal work exposing the trials, tribulations and angst of that much vilified underclass, the assistant referee.
I agree that shooting some guy in Reno just because he didn’t retreat 10
yards quickly enough was probably overkill (ouch!) but did they really have to red-card him?
Glen Campbell also understood the world of football in a deep, loving but unblinkered way. Every time I hear his ode to the assistant referee “Wichita Linesman” a tear spring to my eye. He really “gets it” The season is too long and “And I need a small vaction” is the first suggestion for a winter mid-season break. I wish him luck in his ongoing campaign.
The only time Dylan showed his great knowledge of the game was when he penned the evocotive, plaintive but ultimatly futile “Blowing in the wind”, the sad tale of a nice man, Ken Ashton, who had a ‘mare of a game and failed to control the most violent match ever: Chile v Italy 1962 World Cup.
Now that game needed our Johnny! One look at his twin, pearl handeled, Acme Thunderers and peace, sportsmanship, harmony and total football would have been the order of the day
The writer/poet who does it for me, however is David Bowie! Who can match his contempt for the way fans are mistreated at substandard football grounds. “This isn’t sausage roll!/This is genocide.” Now that’s Diamond!
Regards,
Ed.
Harry Pearson of The Guardian, London has been plagerised beyond the limit in this email. My apologies and thanks. The Acme Thunderer is a ubiquitous referee’s whistle
Typo!
Ken Aston.
Handeled (para 5). What! How the *&^% did that get past the spell check? Well, that’s proof reader off my list of possible career changes.
Think I’ll apply to to UEA. They’ll never notice one more numpty there.