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Saw the images of MON today.

 

Beneath the boyish touselled hair and charming disposition (in the face of mageida naked hostility) I caught a... certain something stretching from cheek-to-cheek.

 

The Italians have words for it; the meaning of that famous smile. The tight lips with the ‘giocondo’ smirk of self-amusement. The ‘sfumato’ smile of blurry ambiguity leaving all to the imagination.

 

But there was little left to the imagination in the Mona Lisa smile of Mr O'Neill. That tight smile and warm eyes. It was a constant reflection into his enemies rage. It softly deflected the opposing aspirant’s mean eyes darting the fiery embers of spent dark coal. The gentle face absorbed the blasts full of mendaciousness with unusual calm. What was in that smile? Was it beguilement, bemusement, beneficence, bewilderment, or was it a simple knowing that passeth the understanding of the desperation and despair of a cowardly mag's last days?

 

That smile. The smile of a father more knowing than his wayward son. A smile of strength with the confidence of experience behind it. Never haughty; just all knowing. A smile that knew his opponent better than Shitdrew did himself. The tight lips and glistening eyes conveyed more than just resolve and assurance. A kindness showed through. And compassion. A face of a man that has seen and hit every bump in the road only to persevere and become the better for it with the help and care he gave along the way.

 

It was a cheek never turned. The heaven reaching cheek bones and jutting jaw of gentle defiance. A visage that could weather withering fusillades of fury. The cheek bones were resolute but had the effect of drawing out the extended pursed lips. High cheeks, not etched, but enough to make his day against any antagonist apparent to millions that watched.

 

Yet that smile and glint of the eye revealed even deeper truths. It exposed the wrinkles of equanimity and inner peace. A soul well searched and ready for its final calling. A deep set smile catapulting a man with a higher cause and purpose. For all the vicissitudes sent his way, the smears, the slanders - all were swept away by that one smile. The smile that let us know that goodness doesn’t always come in last. A smile as wide as it was lingering many days after. A trusted smile that will find its way into a mackem portrait for the ages. Maybe even into the Louvre.

 

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Sunderland have sent 1200 tickets back to us today which are for the Upper Bullens. Lots of great views are now on sale to Everton fans. You can buy now online and pick up at the ticket office tomorrow.

 

Shurely shome mistake. I thought they all went to every game, while plastic mags just buy replica tops and don't bother going.

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