News and Tributes

Yesterday I blamed the lack of stories on the fact that I'd posted late the day before and covered some of them then. Not sure what the reason is today but everyone seems to have the same stories I was running with yesterday. Let something new happen soon. Please...
The Daily Star run a Benzema story which is absolutely baseless, we're "closing in" on him apparently...
The Mirror run "Man Utd closing in on David Villa" - everyone else runs "Villa says he's staying in Spain".
The Mirror also make up a story about us offering Nani to Wigan in (part) exchange for Valencia.
The Sun run with Ribery going nowhere.
New kit unveiled - The Sun tries to stoke up controversy.
And finally something worth reading. In a tribute to Steven Wells, who died on Tuesday, The Guardian looks back at some of his sport writing which includes this incredible description of Rooney at 16 -

"The most disgusting thing I've ever heard on the radio was this explorer type recalling how he and his chum got a bit peckish up the Amazon one day and so decided to off a crocodile-like beast called a broad-snouted caiman. So they popped a cap in the mother's ass and dragged the corpse to the shore. Where it twitched.

"So they cut the head off with a chainsaw. And still it twitched.

"So they hauled the brute up and started to skin it. But every time the knife made contact with the scaly skin, the decapitated monster scratched desperately at the wound with one of its hideous claws. So - with mounting horror - they whipped out the chainsaw and carved the beast into handy kebab-sized chunks. And guess what? Yes, that's right - every single steaming piece of freshly butchered flesh carried on twitching!

" I can't help thinking about that monster every time I gaze upon the face of young Wayne Rooney.

"Look at his eyes! Have you ever seen deader eyes? Even on a dead person? Even on, like, a dead person with no eyes? They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul - but looking into Wayne Rooney's reptilian pits is like staring into Nietzsche's abyss. There is no humanity there, or compassion. There's only the message, beamed loud and clear: "I outlived the dinosaurs and I will outlive your kind too, human. And my offspring will lay their eggs in your children's flesh-stripped bones. Now come a bit nearer the water's edge so I can bite yer frickin' legs off."

Days like this I wish more sports writers could write like this...