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Paraded by Ian Milne as a marquee signing then torn hamstring in first 15 minutes of his debut and continually three weeks from fitness until Christmas at which point his contract is cancelled by mutual consent. Signs for a rival in January and fires them to play off glory….
I am lucky enough to be in Bordeaux with an old friend this weekend.
Having followed this post throughout the day we discussed it in detail over a seriously good bottle of red wine and and a beautiful array of local cheeses earlier this afternoon. Needless to say, after such an indulgent afternoon we’re currently at peace with the world.
Our conclusion is that choosing the right cheese for the job is a critical step in the journey of life experience.
As Bob Mortimer once said, ‘once they’ve taken cheese from you there’s nothing to live for’….
Can’t think of many that don’t drive me nuts however I hit a new low yesterday evening whilst in the car late in the afternoon.
I didn’t want to listen to the rugby on 5 live so against my better judgement I put Talk Sport on hoping that they’d be covering the 5.30pm kickoff. Instead I got two geezers hosting a phone in in which every caller was constantly interrupted with their bantz. Unlistenable and awful. It’s a shock to me that it’s possible to get lower down the evolutionary scale than Sutton and Savage’s pathetic squabbling.
I later learned that one of them was Jason Cundy.
Some of the 5live commentators are just about ok, but the BBC TV coverage of football is dire.
I also note recent radio advertisements for UCL coverage on Amazon. Featuring Alan Shearer as someone kind of enticing feature. You just wouldn’t, surely.
I would go so far as to suggest that anyone shouting ‘come on you tractor boys’ at a match would probably be wearing a half and half scarf and asking for directions to the town centre afterwards.
The mere suggestion that I could find myself sitting next to this person at PR makes my skin crawl.
It’s quite something to see a referee that’s even worse than our own.I reckon the FA are p!ssing themselves .
A good evening out though with a couple of Italian lads sat beside us. They couldn’t believe how the goal was disallowed and went off to seek out the Birmingham nightlife very satisfied with the point.