A CHANGE OF ADDRESS

To The Esteemed Readers of Eleven Devils—

As of today, this blog moves to a new home on the World Wide Wires. Henceforth, you can find my very occasional, under-researched, thought-free dribblings regarding the Beautiful Game at this address:

elevendevils.zachdundas.com.

Please excuse the new site's embryonic state. The full archives, a new blogroll and free candy for everyone are all coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy the very first post, and thanks, as always, for reading.

—The Proprietor.

The Master of the...Throw In?

Love it. From the Department of Tactical Innovations, the Rory Delap throw-in:


How long before the US national team adopts this as an attacking technique the American public can embrace. You use your hands!

Mercury United

Crickey—this blog is in worse shape than the Republican Party. Aging. Out of touch. And, of course, white. I promise there will be an almighty shake-up soon, and the kind of renaissance it usually takes Harry Redknapp to pull together.

In the meantime, please observe that the Portland Mercury has prepared an excellent rundown of Portland's current standing in the MLS expansion sweepstakes, complete with the requisite vicious stabs at the Scum up north. Good times.

Sharp as the Razor in Jamie Carragher's Hand!

Zounds. Run of Play has a hot new look.

The Definition of Pain

I think it's fair to say that the Spurs/Liverpool match provided it.

How many times can a side hit the woodwork, rip open the defense only to miss by a fraction, or generally boss the whole pitch only to find that a comedic goalkeeper somehow turns back the tide? Only to see an equalizer off the head of its own iconic defender, followed by a final-minute winner from a Russia guy who was basically just standing there?

Good fucking god.