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back at the ranch

Howdy folks.

i'm here chillin with my pipe, slippers and a sour on ice as i write my first home based blog. Thanks to the powers of cable free interweb thickband superhiway jibbery i am now able to blog my ass off from the comforts of my own leather swivel chair - which is something special indeed.

here's to you!
cheers

What they Sung about Park.

A buddy of mine went to see, their team, Blackburn get beat 4-1 by Man Utd at Old Trafford last weekend. He told me that all the utd fans sang the following song to Park Ji Sung:

"Park, Park, Where ever you may be
You eat dogs in your home country
But it could be worse
You could be a scouse
Eating rats in your council house"

What must that poor (ok, filthy stinking rich) man think?... or care, i guess.

Looking the song up on Google I found this description of the said player by CBC sport:
"The right winger for Manchester United is ... a wizard with the ball at his feet who can burn defenders with his pace, Park has great vision and uses it to deliver and distribute the ball to his teammates with pinpoint accuracy in the attacking third of the field."

Huh? Thats like saying:
"A man of wit, style, intellect and composure. He's popular at work and has charmed the public with his high brand of humour and the effortless knack of asking the right question to reveal the most pertinent and, often, moving answer: Garth Crookes"