Post-midnight MP3 filler: Francisco Canaro – San Benito De Palermo
Palermo 2 – Napoli 1
(Cavani 45, Miccoli 75 pen) (Hamsik 73)
That’s what you get for taking the cocaine trade from us, you poorly hygiened motherfuckers.
If you bother to Google hard enough, you can find a six gigabyte torrent of “golden age” tango music. I’ve downloaded, but I’m a little too shook to delve too far in because I like what tango I’ve heard from that era a lot, and I’d hate to become one of those people who doesn’t shut the fuck up about some long-gone item of cultual heritage to the detriment of stuff that’s actually going on now.
Still, Francisco Canaro was, according to the internet, a rich old guy who played hella tango music. Wikipedia isn’t much help, although it does tell us that
a) In the movie Another Cinderella Story, Selena Gomez and Drew Seeley perform a tango after the former drops her Zune
b) this postcard
Good work all round. Still, I’ve not been as needlessly optimistic about Palermo’s chances going into the Scudetto for a long time, fooled by blind patriotism and Walter Zenga’s repeated cries of “Champions League this season, no question”. Presumably he’ll be Spurs manager by Christmas.
Also, how can you not bromance on Simon Kjaer:
He’s the goofy Danish twink everyone wants to have modernise their wardrobe. Or at least he is until his inevitable transfer to a resurgent Newcastle team in two seasons time, wherein he’ll play seven games in an injury-prone 12 months before transferring for a cutprice fee to, idk, Wolfsburg or PSG straight after.