Darby Jean #98 | Steer clear of already-worn goalie gloves.
A weekend visit from my in-laws means that my eyelids have hung heavy in front of my computer all day. We'll dispatch this as quickly as we can, then, as it really is time for bed.
I hope you’re all well. It’s jacket weather again and so I encourage you: don't resist. Bring your headphones. Ask for her number. You'll have room for both.
Love you.
Emile Smith Rowe is a real winner.
Smith-Rowe goes nuts when he scores
Remember when you were young and still felt things? Emile Smith-Rowe is like that right now: charging to the Emirates touchline with black boots, socks by his ankles, and face full of furious joy as the Woolwich cannons wave on his latest ship-sinking strike for the Arsenal. Leading the charge, as they say. What a life for our Emile, huh?
“Now… Harvey Barnes…”
Sequence of play: Leeds vs Leicester
On Saturday, Raphina, a man who is basically the reason Leeds aren’t in the relegation zone right now, put a tidy goal away against Leicester with 26 minutes gone. The collective gasp of most Leicester fans sounded of the timeworn “Fuuuuuuuck thaaaaaat” until six or so seconds after the ensuing kick-off, when the Foxes marched downfield courtesy of a Jonny Evans long bomb that was controlled by Harvey Barnes, who then dispatched a vehement, curling blast into Illan Meslier’s far post corner, at which point everyone watching the game started in with “Ooooo, it’s an equaliser!” like this, and “Harvey Barnes!” like this, and “Get in!” like this.
The Internet’s dogged determination knows no bounds.
Lewis Dunk in goals for Brighton
This photo is mint: Lewis Dunk in Goals For Brighton
Deep into regulation time during Saturday’s game between Brighton and Newcastle, Brighton found themselves out of subs after the velvet-hued villain known as VAR launched keeper Robert Sanchez from the game for a foul on Callum Wilson. With Sanchez required to leave the field, and the Seagulls without additional subs, Brighton captain, Lewis Dunk, had no choice but to perform the dreaded player-keeper in-game crossover.
This photo doesn’t do justice to the incredible 30 seconds or so Dunk needed to don Sanchez’s jersey - which looked child-sized on his lanky frame - and stuff his hands into Sanchez's already-warm goalie gloves. A piece of advice, if I may: if ever given the choice between having to put on a pair of already-warm goalie gloves and not having to do so, pursue the latter course of action at all costs. Already-warm goalie gloves feel way hotter than they've any right to feel. They've never dry, and importantly, they aren’t yours. It’s nobody’s picnic, pals, I’ll tell you that for free.