Tonight it was Sweden, but it could be Sheffield Utd, Everton, Wycombe, England, or whatever team he has caught a glimpse of on the telly, in a magazine or in the matches he stages daily on the fertile pitch in his mind.
Pictures from December, including Christmas here, usual password caveats apply, so if you need a password etc, get in touch.
This was a message the boy from New York City left for Santa at the Tom Ridge Environment Center on Presque Isle in Erie. The “pop up” of the peninsula refers to a map showing the peninsula in relief, with these wooden things that pop up when you press a button, indicating particular bits of interest, with which he’d just played.
Our captain, at least in rank if not in demeanor has gone to Wet Spam.
Six and a half years is a very long time for any footballer to stay at a club these days and given Luis Boa Morte was the last of Jean Tigana’s major signings to leave it means that the fantasy era of Van der Sar, Steed Malbranque and Louis Saha is now firmly over.
Boa came to Fulham when we were in the second division and was a key part of the teams that got us into the top division. We will miss his mercurial talent (that he only displayed infrequently this season, it has to be said) his slumped shoulders when something goes wrong, his emotional outbursts, tumbles, his speed down the wing and ability to turn it on for the big games.
A captain he ain’t. But he can be a hell of a player when he puts his crazy mind to it.
But he will always be remembered for scoring that goal against the lot from the Walham Green Dog Track up the road:
