I found myself in the UK’s West Midlands this past weekend. My wife and I attended an African wedding in Birmingham, and visited friends in Wolverhampton. At the wedding; the bride and groom ogled each other, guests danced, and celebratory beverages were sipped. Meanwhile, my chitchat with mates in attendance inevitably drifted to English football’s new Premier League season.
Fresh-faced teenagers sitting on the Arsenal bench. Fulham’s newfound resurgence, Tottenham’s stuttering start, and Chelsea’s bid to prove that money may buy a title after all. Sunderland showing clear warning signs of ambition. Hull and Stoke appearing capable of making even more history. Manchester United in every newspaper – be it regarding Ronaldo or Berbatov. Liverpool’s Rafa walking with a noose around his neck, and Paul Ince still on honeymoon in Blackburn… for now.
Superlatives. Predictions. Conventional wisdom. Lovers of “the beautiful game” are in for an unfolding drama this season!
