THE LENNY BRISCOE II REPORT

Love and hatred, home is most sacred Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on brothers I ate with, spent the day with Guns we played with, people I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine these brothers work for Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and meditate to the words they say Skipped town for a month and grew full dreads Had a friend tell my family I was dead Returned at the last fall of the autumn leaves Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recording me Signed all documents, using forgery, because just the mere thought of me I'm like Solomon , spoke bluntly; told the world I'm BLACK and comely Howls from the grave haunt me The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings who sold everything, on a quest for God's divine Slept in caves to get a clearer mind who prayed three times, when the moon lit and when the sun rise I met dwellers i

In 2009, Paris, the venue, France faced Ireland in a World Cup play-off. Thierry Henry handled the ball twice before setting up William Gallas for the winner that put France through for the 2010 World Cup held in South Africa. The whole football world went haywire. Thierry Henry had gone from hero to zero. He was being demonized by every pundit, analyst, and self-righteous commentator across God's green Earth. It was as if he had never set the Premier League alight with silky skills. It was as if he had never won all the medals football has to offer. It was as if admitting to the handball wasn't enough. You know why? Well, because cheating against the Irish to deprive them a place at the World Cup(as if that was even guaranteed) made every other positive achievement by Henry(and indeed France) count for nought. Well, two years on and Mr Trappatoni's team faced Armenia. Both teams in a position to reach the play-offs in a bid to qualify for Euro 2012. With the score at 0-0