An Iberian proposal would slash wage costs, free up time and talent for cashflow-friendly shagshow opportunities, and assimilate football to mainstream Peninsular cultural practice.

It’s all a question of taste and budget in Gaudy’s famous Parky Gay, just up the road from the Sangria Familia.

Drinking, driving, cursing.

Some corner of a foreign football pitch that is for ever Bilbao, and I hope they got fed afterwards:

The original strikes me as thoroughly Teutonic:

Let’s not kid ourselves any longer: everything interesting, from nachos to nationalism, was invented by the Germans. Fortunately they tend to be generous about using the proceeds to mitigate the resulting [...]

Here. Concept here.

The cottaging zone is getting so popular they’re having to pipe the stuff in.

Three racing results just in.

The logo of Front Reusenc is borrowed from the British neo-Nazi party, the National Front.

Apparently it might incite violence. Particularly, one suspects, if the directors of the taxpayer-funded Permanent Seminar on International Migration and Foreigners (“an open space for Interculturality and Human Rights“) in Aragon attend home matches of SD Huesca, whose major achievement to date was fifth place in the Second Division in the 1950-1 season. Via Miguel [...]

This seems a bit harsh on the Barça president but the comparison is a standard feature of any Spanish debate:

People I know are voting for the motion of censure on Sunday to fack this one off rather than in the expectation that the next one will be less of a mafioso. Some of the family [...]

John Chappell must have stayed up in conservative, nationalist Gracia if he had a quiet night. We were with friends on Carretera de Sans, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many Spanish flags. Delicious detail: two young ladies, their prodigious assets barely concealed, beating up a violent pimp-ish type and immediately seducing some [...]

All praise to Lenox over at Spanish Shilling, who got the shot without getting his head punched. “During the second half, perhaps inspired by a herd of goats being led past by a dusty looking old shepherd and a couple of dogs, the Cabras rose to even greater efforts and by the final whistle (and [...]

In another bar in the village-over-the-hill aforementioned:
Lettuce in fearsome red wine vinegar
Little bony bits of baby goat wrapped in stomach in a mushroom sauce
Intestines of baby goat stuffed with rice and lungs, kidneys, liver etc
Roasted baby goat head
Pudding made of milk from the mothers of new-born calves
Red wine, coffee, tea and whisky
I think 15 goats [...]

I’m unreliably informed that Real Zaragoza star Ewerthon Henrique de Souza’s dad couldn’t spell Everton rather than Erewhon (buy USA/UK). Not that anyone gives a feck, but by all means keep the tips flowing.

By my almost-neighbour EJH, who, having discovered Daniela’s 120 tits, seems to have stopped posting.

It will surely be taken as a compliment if I say that Youp van ‘t Hek reminds me a bit of Tarragona’s finest:
Gelukkig was ik in Spanje en niet alleen in Barcelona. Zondag zat ik ruim op tijd in de trein naar Tarragona. Op naar de topper Nastic tegen Sevilla, de koploper op dat moment. [...]

Almighty personalised Google is having problems with syndication widgets:
No 10 denies ’secret email’ claims 1/26/07
Australia cruise to nine-wicket victory.
says the Guardian feed. Norm suggests voting for Blair, so I did, but only twice.

I just met a gentleman of gypsy ethnicity (as they say here) who claims to know a man who claims he was paid by gamblers to debilitate favourites at the Canódromo, the old dog stadium up on Barcelona’s Avenida Meridiana (good piece by Javier Tomeo), which the regional government under pressure from animal rights nutters [...]

Tim Stannard at La Liga Loca suggests that coach Javier Clemente may not be the smartest bet for a Serbian national team in desperate need of an image upgrade. Dutch coaches seem to travel rather better.

Here. (Thanks Fenian Mark)