Pulling Strings

Some (if not most) of you may wonder why this blog is called the puppeteer
I'm new to this so I decided to choose a corny name to get your football attention.
You remember that kid who used to be the best in football when you were little?

The one who's side you would want to take when teams were chosen?

Well yes

He was the string puller
The maestro 

With through passes that went through butter like a hot knife.

He may not be world class now, but back then...he was the one who sprayed the passes.
This then my rabidly frenzied football friends...is the puppeteer

The one who makes the ball dance at his feet like a marionette.

Here we wont rant about your relationship, we wont rant about your weave (though you shouldn't be having one)

We wont rant about the hike in fare prices, or that milf you've been eyeing in the office.

No, none of that week day stuff.

The unfair yellow card, the two footed tackle,
The snub handshake before kick off, the mangers spats, the tunnel jibes,
the racist slurs (yes even from that wanker Sepp Blatter, and especially his)
the games that make you want to tinkle yourself be it coz of excitement or because of fear of losing

This my hooligan friends is what the puppeteer will be all about. 

I still think its a weird name for a blog...oh well

Try and enjoy