THE STARTING 11: Most Returned Toronto FC Inspired Christmas Gifts
Sorry fans but that most holy of holy days, Boxing Day, has come and gone. A big part of celebrating the day when Jesus beat “Smokin'” Joe Frazier for the Heavyweight Title, (My history may be shaky. I drank a lot of egg nog. Sue me.), is collecting your gift receipts and returning those unwanted presents. While TFC supporters may be suckers for just about any kitschy item with the Reds’ badge on it, even we have...
Do They Know It’s Beznisstime?
A Band-Aid for Christmas It’s almost that most special time of year for TFC fans both young and old. Lists have been made, wishes offered up – all there is left to do is wait and see what presents we may get! No I’m not talkin’ about Christmas you greedy so-and-so’s – I’m talkin’ transfer window! That’s right you selfish buggers (unless you asked for TFC to sign a guy named...
Leave at the Apollon! Doneil Henry heading to Hammers
Good news! That Apollon Limassol kit with number 4 and “HENRY” on the back arrived just in time for Christmas! Baaaaad news! Do you like claret and blue instead? In a move so rife with ML-esque style bureaucracy, intrigue and mystery that streetz Don Garber would say “Damn son, dat’s tight” – Toronto FC’s homegrown defender and Canadian International Doneil Henry is set to join West Ham of the...
THE STARTING 11: Other new buzzwords used during the TFC “vision” meeting
Late last week, journalists were invited to TFC’s Downsview training facility to be regaled with the current club management’s vision for the future. We aren’t sure if dictionaries were handed out at the door but a lot of really, really big smart-guy words were thrown around to explain away The Reds “just missing out” (My air quote) on the 2015 playoffs. It’s true, the nerds have taken over the...
DP Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Swearing and Tolerate Thierry Henry
It hurts to write this. Hurts real bad. Even thinking about it makes me feel dirty. But here goes… My earliest – and still many of my best – sporting memories are of my younger self craning my neck from amidst the burly throng of Londoners packed together on White Hart Lane’s Shelf Side. It was in that volatile, rotating mass of humanity where I was baptized into football, learned some of the most hilariously vile curse...
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