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Monday, 28 February 2011

Bent

Feel the hyperbole
Was anyone else slightly - maybe 5% - surprised Birmingham's winner was given in yesterday's Co-Op final?
There's something strange when the underdog wins these days. As REM put it, Leonard Bernstein. Or if you prefer, there's something going on that's not quite right.
This goes back to a theory I've long held, that officials are subconsciously (mostly) favouring certain teams.
The equation works thus: massive hyperbole surrounding football means everyone expects a certain outcome - why would officials be exempt from this? 
Add the natural human desire to want to make people happy and it's understandable that officials lean towards certain teams. Chuck in a home crowd and the effect, and with it the pressure on the officials, is magnified.
Because we're repeatedly told these teams will win, and lets have it right here it's Manchester United mainly, there's a certain feeling of the natural order when they do win. It feels right. When the powerful clubs are upset it feels wrong. As if someone somewhere has left the iron on. 
Another development caused by the media saturation of football is the creation of a bizarre conservatism in supporters. Where once we were punk rockers raging against The Man, now we're all 'investment' and shirt-sales-in-Asia.
Be honest, it feels weird that Chelsea are out of the top four currently. Nothing against Spurs, but it just feels wrong. Conversely, Manchester City for Liverpool feels 'right' as we have been told for a while now that nothing can stop City (except FULHAM - ha!). 
A fella I used to know once said of Everton's approaching top-four finish in 2005, 'we know who our Champions League teams are, and they're not one'. 
And certainly Everton's finish that season did provoke an odd amount of 'you'll embarrass the nation' jibes among the internet football community. Going back further, and again with Everton, when they stayed up after beating Wimbledon 3-2 on the final day of the 1993/4 season, Match of the Day had David Baddiel and Frank Skinner on as pundits.
Not Premier League
Skinner said something along the lines of 'it feels wrong if a club like Everton goes down'. And he was right. Remember that Barnsley fan screaming into the Grandstand cameras that the league was fixed so they went down in 1998? I'm not saying it was fixed but I know what he meant.
Coverage since then has blasted out of all proportion - there's an entire industry based around talking about football. It doesn't matter what you say. Just. Keep. Talking. 
So the expectation of certain things becomes greater and the pressure on those to deliver is greater. It's unavoidable that officials are affected.
How else do you explain the bizarre reaction to Wayne Rooney's assault on Wigan's James McCarthy on Saturday (and a couple of weeks ago the handball by Paul Sholes against Leeds and Ryan Giggs' foul on Kevin Doyle in the same match)? 
Even the Match of the Day commentator Jonathon Pearce bottled it, murmuring something like 'oh that's not nice'. As if he's scared to criticise and upset one of the cartel.
As of this morning referee Mark Clattenburg has told the FA he dealt with Rooney at the time, presumably by giving him a little cuddle. So that's that.
Bollocks. No way Clattenburg saw it, or if he did it was out of the corner of his eye. Either he saw something and bottled it (quite likely) or he saw nothing but heard the crowd (more likely) and gave, I don't know, something? 
Of the incident itself it's just another example of how football people clearly aren't governed by the same laws, both official and scientific, as the rest of us. That's why they fall over with their feet tucked under their arse and their backs arched, and can offer an excuse of 'self defence' when they get rumbled for smashing their arm into someone's grid.
They even use ridiculous phrases which are seeping into everyday speak: 'simulation', 'gone to ground', 'coming together' etc.
It's understandable Clattenburg didn't book Rooney if he didn't see what happened, but to then claim he dealt with it sufficiently is ridiculous. If that's his stance then he's clearly not up to the job and the FA or Premier League or whoever it is deals with this stuff has to give him the shove, or at least a major bollocking.
Clattenburg seems to be one of those refs who wants to be chums with the famous players, like that penis Graham 'hi Thierry' Poll. 
They see themselves as part of the firm now, as celebrities themselves. Perhaps they feel like they're the players' peers, or at least they're nearly there. And what better way for the bed-wetter at school to get in the hard kids' gang than doing everything they say, giving them their sweets and handing over their toys? That'll earn their respect. 


Wednesday, 26 January 2011

'Birds' channel' in shock swoop for Gray and Keys

Richard Keys last night
Disgraced feminists Andy Gray and Richard Keys are the shock choices to front Living Tv's new daytime chat show, Menstral Gas, as the battle for the much-prized 3am slot goes nuclear.
With Gray already sacked and Keys looking certain to follow after fresh footage emerged last night of him demanding a nursery school teacher look at his 'elephant', Living have swooped.
The network - famous for such shows as Dating in the Dark, Cougar Town, and The Oestrogeneration Game - have offered the pair a new home, away from prying eyes.
A Living spokeswoman said: 'Research shows no cunt watches our channel at that time of the morning but we're confident this edgy new approach will pay off.
'They'll be tackling all the issues that matter to today's modern woman or homosexual man. One things for sure, with Richard and Andy no one will be safe!'
Keys has stayed silent since the scandal broke but last night Gray said: 'Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm no sexist. And if you don't believe me you can ask me tart.'
Guests rumoured to be lined up for episode one of Gas include Michael Winner, Silvio Burlesconi and Dame Judy Dench.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Diary of a squad player, part 9

Get em washed, scuzzball
Saturday, 1 January
Not playing today - not even in the squad. People think it's ace being a footballer, that all we do is shag birds or watch Sky Sports News all day while having massages and free toast. There's some of that but people don't see the other side - the hurt of rejection. And some wanker chucked me phone in the shower after training. It had all me numbers on it. Tried drying it out on the radiator when I got home but I'm not hopeful.

Sunday, 2 January
Looks like I'm going on loan. Me agent reckons there's a few clubs interested but I'm not sure. Me dad reckons I should stay and fight for my place, and I think he's right. If I stay and give it till the summer maybe I can do something here. Plus I've finally sorted me Waitrose delivery details out, so it'd be a shame to have to re-do it all.

Monday, 3 January
Not in the squad again. Hope they get stuffed.

Tuesday, 4 January
Ha! Three fucking nil, and Ellsie had a stinker! Cheered me right up that - no way is he better than me. All he does is bladder the ball up the pitch. No finesse. Plus he thinks just cos he washes his hands after going the bog he's better than us. Fair dos if you've been sat down, but for a piss? That's just daft.

Wednesday, 5 January
Boss had me in after training to talk about my future. He reckons I should go on loan so that looks like it. I'm not going up north though, or to Scotland. It's too cold and the women are disgusting - eating pasties in the street and that.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Guest mystery columnist - presenting, the diary of a squad player...

Things get lively at Infernos
My mate's lad is a professional footballer, he's a smart kid - one of only two to get taken on from his academy group a couple of years ago - and is starting to make the matchday first-team squad regularly. No names of players (well there are but they're all changed) or the club concerned but they are a decent sized 'outfit', although not Premier League. He's started keeping a diary. This is his first effort:

Tuesday 23 November:
Ribbsy came in with a new watch, two grand he reckons! He's only played about 20 times for the first team and he's already lashed out on a new car - some kind of Jeep - and a 3-d telly. The watch is white and massive - to be fair, it looks the bollocks.
Sky were down to interview Ellsy. He's the one being linked with all kinds of moves to Premier League teams but I think he's shit. Good on the ball but a total fanny merchant. Maybe Arsenal will sign him.
Came last in the sprints so had to wear the shit-shirt for five-a-side. This is a shirt that's never been washed. It's horrible and I think the smell stuck with me all day. Definitely an odd pong as I walked round Waitrose.
Day off tomorrow so Ribbsy, me, Mucker, Dabbsy and Roger are off to Infernos.

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Hats off to... Jim Broadbent

Jim Broadbent
Has this fella ever given a duff performance? I read something ages ago about James Bolam, how his performance is so thorough he even acts out the commas. I'm no expert on acting but Broadbent seems like that sort of bloke - he's just incredibly watchable.
Whether it's stealing the show in comedy (as bent copper Roy Slater in Only Fools and Horses or the Queen of Spain's translator Don Speekingleesh in Blackadder), or his Oscar-winning turn in Iris, he's always brilliant.
If a trailer comes on telly for something and it's got Broadbent in, I'll usually watch or tape it on my skywitchcraft box. And kicking off next Sunday Broadbent stars alongside some right crackers - Matthew Macfadyen, Kim Cattrall, Gillian Anderson,Tom Hollander, to name a few - in an adaption of some book or other that I've never heard of. I'm going to watch it because Broadbent's in it. Because he's ace. Because he makes it look effortless - something only those who really put the graft in can do (Warren Clarke is another) . And then of course, there's this.
Any Human Heart starts on Channel 4 on Sunday 21 November.

Previously:
BBC 5live football