Studs Up

So the last leg of my trip to back to Australasia is a week in Fiji, starting… now! As the fates would have it (jerks), it’s raining our first day here although the sporadic sunshine shows the potential of this little island. I didn’t know much about Fiji besides watching their excellent Sevens team growing up and drinking their delicious water as an adult, but it seems to be a pretty straightforward, and pretty beautiful, tropical island. I’m a bit of a water snob when it comes to beaches, as only the picturesque green/blues you see in post cards will do me no matter how unrealistic or difficult they may be to locate.

Football-wise, it’s nice to get a little break from it all after the World Cup much as the players have. This season is looking juicy with City and Spurs making the first real, possibly sustainable, go of breaking up the Top Four for more than the one-off season. Still, Spurs need to win their qualifier for the group stage before those talks get any louder.

I got an email recently from the makers of Football Manager Live asking me to give it a go as, it seems, the game is still going on. I tried it out in beta ages ago and, while reasonably fun, the game lost much of the micro-management charm it has held for me in single player mode for the better part of half my life. Decisions seemed less important, wins more fleeting, and overall less dramatic. Curious, as the introduction of human competition usually ups the ante, something I’ve experienced first hand over a decade plus of multiplayer online gaming. Then again, my bar may be higher than most as a result.

Lastly, it seems someone took this comic to heart and decided to gender-bend the hell out of a match in Brazil. I feel… flattered? No, that’s not right. Disgusted by his man-tits? Yeah that’s a little more accurate. Thanks to SU reader Andrew for emailing that vid to me with a keen eye.