If they spent more time training and working on formulations and tactics than on bizarre fashion parades we may not be in the state we are currently in.
The most infuriating thing is that in 'normal' life I know that if a person acted like that they would get their comeuppance eventually. The 'real' world doesn't let people get away with acting like spoilt children for too long without being knocked down a peg or two. However in the absurd world of football it will probably not really negatively affect his career, he will still earn millions, and be hailed as a hero by some during his career (Marseille and France fans mainly).
So John Motson is retiring and the BBC are playing highlights of his 50 years of commentating: "Oh my word, Radford has scored a goal!" "Tigana, Tigana ... Platini. 3-2!" "Wimbledon have won the FA Cup!"
Could somebody explain to me why television football commentators even exist. Radio commentators, perhaps. But if I sat next to somebody in the stand, or in my living room, and shouted in their ear "Noble sideways ... Madline slaloms through a static West Ham defence and that's a fourth for Bolton Wanderers!" for 90 minutes I would expect to be punched in the head. Repeatedly. Why exactly do I need somebody doing it to me?
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Quell surprise!
Down with that sort of thing!
Such an odious man.
He'll be playing in the Group Stage of Europa League this season, something he wouldn't have done with us.
Whilst on holiday, a local radio station was playing an advert which included the following:
"To err is human, to blame it on someone else shows management potential"
"Oh my word, Radford has scored a goal!"
"Tigana, Tigana ... Platini. 3-2!"
"Wimbledon have won the FA Cup!"
Could somebody explain to me why television football commentators even exist. Radio commentators, perhaps. But if I sat next to somebody in the stand, or in my living room, and shouted in their ear "Noble sideways ... Madline slaloms through a static West Ham defence and that's a fourth for Bolton Wanderers!" for 90 minutes I would expect to be punched in the head. Repeatedly. Why exactly do I need somebody doing it to me?
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Couple more years the club might let you in to see 'em
Saw this the other day. Is it really terrible if I can see us conceding any one of those? It just seems to be our kind of luck