Barcelona are playing against AC Milan tonight. Let’s take a trip down memory lane and watch a great many victories for football.
Toblerone Jones just started a new series about major Champions League teams. We call it The Big Boys.
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wearing nothing but a black overall…is a form of art.
I would ask what the fuck is in your pocket but it’s clear you’re just happy to see me.
I wrote something last week about the El Clasico Supercopa and people seemed to enjoy this caption.
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“Oh Vic, I appear to have fallen…”
When I was in grade school, we used to play soccer in the schoolyard at recess. One time, my friend got a chunk of skin ripped from his shin by a hard tackle. Bone was exposed. We kept playing until the teachers noticed the blood trickling down his leg about 15 minutes later.
I guess what I’m saying is, Dani Alves makes a reasonably strong case for abolishing referees from the modern game.
Sunday Dalí: Phantasmagoria, 1930. Oil on panel, 69 x 44 cm. Property of Jack Nicholson, Beverly Hills, CA.
The keys on the stand that support the image of Dalí’s mother-as-recepticle suggest that there are secrets in this painting to be unlocked. That standard interpretation, as with most of Dalí’s works from this time, is a Freudian analysis. The lion represents Dalí’s father, who gazes with sexual desire at Dalí’s mother. Dalí’s face is shown as The Great Masturbator to which a grasshopper clings. The grasshopper mounts Dalí’s mouth in the sexual act signifying Dalí’s mute terror and sexual anxieties. Dalí’s pain is shown by his bleeding nose.
The bird is in reference to Da Vinci’s memory of a vulture that visited the renaissance master’s cradle and opened his mouth with its tail feathers. Da Vinci might have hidden the anecdote in his painting Virgin and Child with St. Anne, in which Freud found a hidden bird.1
- Dawn Ades and Michael R. Taylor, Dalí, (Venice: Rizzoli, 2004), 128. ↩
It’s a little bit funny that we’re called Surreal Football and also hate Barcelona, when the most famous surrealist of all time was Catalan, and childhood friends with early day Barcelona star players at that. But then, we don’t have to explain ourselves to anyone. Especially you, fuck you.
