for the mighty locusts of real madrid have fallen to almeria. ALMERIA. i have newfound respect for them i must say. after beating valencia 1-0, they went on to beat real 2-0. their gk diego alves must have invested in some pretty red lingerie i must say (the spanish people believe red underwear is good luck).
wait. or is it an italian custom?
well let's just assume it is a mediterranean fad.
lately, i have been paying much attention to this lad named ADRIAN GONZALEZ. quite a colourful history i must say.
colourful in the sense that he happens to be a legendary footballer's son. yet he himself is quite an, to be brutal, unexceptional player.
FACTFILE
Name: Adrian Gonzalez Morales
Date of Birth: 25-05-1988
Clubs: Real Madrid Castilla (MADRIDISTA! why do i even bother acknowledging his existence?), Celta de Vigo (with JORGE!), Gimnastic de Tarragona (where he has currently been tossed to)
Position: Midfielder
Height: Tall (i think he is still growing, so i see no point in putting up his height)
Weight: Malnourished (he looks it anyway)
basically, i feel quite sorry for him because he has to live up to his father's good name. who is this father?
his father's name is michel. a real madrid legend.
actually, most people in spore have no idea who he is. but he is a legend, i was obviously not around when he was a player (scroll your eyeballs up, his son and i are of the same age) but i have heard of his notoriety. for the michel-impaired, here is a video to showcase one of michel's outstanding talents.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYk_sM1WFyA
well. michel aint just good with his feet, apparently with his hands too.
so where was i?
right. adrian. now his son grew up with immense pressure to be as great as his father in football (and in distracting his team's opponents as well) and all was well, adrian won a place in real madrid's youth teams.
in 2006, he won a place in real madrid castilla, the b team of real madrid. where the juniors play. the little ones. the young things. where the likes of miguel torres (currently the defender of real's first team whose head looks most unnaturally gelled) emerged from.
his father, michel, was coach of rm castilla then. HMMM.
NEPOTISM, people screamed. ADRIAN'S TERRIBLE, people hollered. FAVOURITISM, people blasted.
still, adrian played on anyway. in fact, he was given priority in the starting lineup over a certain boyish thing named MATA, who left for valencia in a huff after being treated unfairly (he is, however, also unfortunately ignored in valencia).
to cut a long story short, rm castilla was relegated and michel left as coach. quite tragic really. i would be sad if i cared about real madrid. which i dont, so hurray.
adrian, for some reason, was promoted to the real madrid first team to join the madrid whores, but he was deemed unnecessary by coach schuster, who was apparently not afraid to receive michel's wrath for that. i suppose schuster did not see what michel was capable of in that youtube video.
so adrian was loaned out to celta vigo, a 2nd division team. after playing 3 games (3 i think, that is sad dont you think?), he was also deemed unnecessary.
how can somebody be deemed unnecessary by so many people? michel was furious.
and now, adrian is playing for nastic, another 2nd division team, who might be relegated to the 3rd division if they are not careful. they are already losing as of this moment, according to live scores.
below is a picture of the long-suffering adrian, looking drenched and unwanted and unnecessary to people.
for adrian's sake, let's hope nastic wins tonight. every recent picture ive seen of him, he looks like he's got a saw in his pocket.
ok. going now. goodnight organisms!
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn silva
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