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I love Lucy
Let’s say I am a traditionalist, one who isn’t too impressed by the flood of femininity in Sky and TNT coverage of a boys’ game, in the name of political correctness.
But that doesn’t prevent me from saying that in my opinion there is no better pundit and co-commentator than Lucy Ward.
Why not?
I read this morning that Cristiano Ronaldo is open to a move. Mmm. So here’s my plan. Swap him for Marcus Rashford.
It’s a no-brainer. Rashford is warming the bench at best. CR7 would play, he would score, Hojlund, Garnacho etc would learn from him, and he would be the ‘big’ player that United lack at this moment. And, he and Bruno Amorim played together for Portugal.
Who is this clown?
When the commentator begins the game by saying that the referee has sent off players in each of his first two games, you know that you’re in trouble.
Football-speak?
Lifted from BBC News on line:
‘The Aberdeen fan apologised last week in a ministerial statement and conceded he should have went to a “wider range” of football matches.’
Disgrace
It appears that ITV has no interest in showing the Scotland Euro matches anywhere on the network, nor has STV picked it up. is that not a scunner?!?
When Boydy sings the Blues
I am sick to my tits of the bleating about the current fortunes of Rangers FC, even from pundits who are supposed to be knowledgeable and objective.They are third in the league, ffs, with nine clubs behind them.
I’ve been listening to this crap all my life, from friends and enemies. I’ve even heard it from family members. Really they know nothing about being a true football fan.
If I had my way they would all be forced to follow Motherwell for a few years. That would show them what life is really like.
Go Joe.
www.bbc.co.uk/sport/rugby-union/articles/c629qx5e6plo
The haka is a fine tradition, but isn’t Psycho entitled to question whether it remains appropriate in high-risk, full contact professional sport?
Gobbledegook
Who is the clown doing the boxing commentary on Radio 5?
Dire
Watching Man U this afternoon I’m wondering, ‘How did they get seven points?’
The Dutch guy must go.
Player power
When I started to watch football, the Scottish First Division had sixteen clubs. Top team members were expected to play thirty league games, six in the League Cup preliminary round, plus knockout ties through to the final and a minimum of one cup tie.
There were no European competitions; occasional mid week friendliest, but that was it. As for international competition, the home nations played each other once a year. World Cup qualifiers did happen but not many, and the European Cup was little more than a twinkle in the eye of Santiago Bernabeu.
How the world has changed, to the extent that elite footballers are now expected to up to sixty club matches a season. And the demand is growing. UEFA now runs three competitions and is making them bigger this year. At international level it has not only the European championship but a thing called the Nations League, giving Scotland yet another opportunity to be humped by its European neighbours. As for FIFA that has gone beyond avarice.
Little wonder that the top players are beginning to demand a say in the level of expectations that are being laid upon them. Expansion simply cannot go unchecked. If it doesn’t I foresee that one of two things will happen. Either agents will negotiate player contracts that stipulate the club competitions in which they will play … for example no more domestic cups … or the top teams will walk away and the heralded exclusive super league will become reality.
The top clubs would remove themselves from domestic football? As everything is about money, if the sponsors followed and the numbers stacked up, of course they would. Games would be streamed on Prime , Netflix etc. Match tickets would be relatively cheap, to ensure capacity crowd atmosphere. Frankly, I can’t wait.
Outpointed?
Yesterday evening I watched a golfer win $25m, and two trophies, after finishing third in a 72-hole stroke play tournament. If I was Collin Morikawa, while respecting that Scottie Scheffler had been the outstanding golfer of the season and deserved to win the FedEx Cup with its pot of gold, I would be a little pissed off that my name isn’t on the Tour Championship trophy, having won that event by two shots.
When Tiget Woods won the Tour Championship in 2018, Justin Rose won the FedEx Cup, under a valid and understandable point system. A year later that was scrapped in favour a system imported from Nordic Combined, which is less clear and which has turned the year’s most prestigious tournament into a handicap event.
Why did they do that? For money, I guess. For me, though, they have ignored a fundamental principle of life: if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Worst possible taste.
Watching the Open on Sky, I can’t believe what they’ve just done. What does a player’s wife’s back story have to do with the championship?
The moment of truth
It’s all over, and there seems to general agreement that the best team in the tournament won the trophy. However there are plenty of precedents in which that did not happen. The 1966 World Cup may have been one.
England lost, and yet they might not have, if they had seized the moment, after the substitutions had been made, and after they had equalised out of nothing. The Spanish were disorganised, off balance and under pressure. England were ascendant and had a throw in around twenty yards from the Spanish goal line. What would Rodri have done? He’d have thrown the ball to Yamal. What did Kyle Walker do? He looked around, for many long seconds, then threw the ball to Stones, who passed it back to Pickford, who went long and gave it back to Spain. They regrouped and England barely saw the ball again.
Courage over caution, that’s what the moment called for. Walker took the opposite approach, and that’s when England lost.
Don Juan
Watching the game on BBC it’s good to see Juan Mata on the pundit panel. One of my favourite Man U players and an exceptional human being. I wish he was still involved with the club, if only to dilute the Dutch cabal that seems to taking over the coaching side.
Off target
www.bbc.com/sport/football/videos/czk0y5dkmrpo
Quite a few of these celebs are unknown by me, but whatever if they do win it isn’t coming home. That would be Scotland.
Yes, I know the FA was formed before the SFA but the first recorded football club is said to be the Football Club of Edinburgh in 1824. 
To the pedant who accused me of being an ABE, (Anyone But England I assume) I’m not. I have two dogs in the race, so I am neutral. But why should the English expect their team to be our second choice?
W*nker
Normally I am not a fan of book reviews, as they are no more or less than one person’s opinion, but for this oI will make an exception. Spot on, and shame on the publisher.
Unified
I’m a boxing watcher, have been all my life, so here’s a prediction. Usyk beats Fury easily on points. One note of caution: if one judge had scored one round differently, ie for Joshua rather than Usyk, AJ would have been won.
Imagine that
Am I the only guy in Europe who saw the PSG goalie give one of the officials, possibly the ref, a smile and a big hug in the tunnel before the game last night?
Perpetual
Watching the Masters on telly I continue to be gobsmacked by the utter bullshit of the Rolex ad copy. It’s a watch, that’s all.
Woeful
I have never been much good at sport, other than squash, and I was no better than average at that. But as a young journalist I did cover football for my paper. There I learned very quickly that as a local reporter it was my job to be partisan, and also that my press box companions from the nationals were a motley, cynical crew of which I had no wish to be part.
Looking back on them now I feel a fondness for them that was lacking at the time because at least they appreciated both sides of the game they were watching, sometimes through bleary eyes. It’s even stronger today as I contemplate the ongoing coverage of the England cricket tour of India, a nation of a billion people that has not lost more than one match in a series since Buddha was a novice.
If there is one word built into auto suggest in an English cricket journalist’s laptop it is this: woeful. Received wisdom in football is that you are only as good as your last game. Among the sneering hacks who follow Stokes’s side, most of them ex players who never scaled great heights, you are only as good as your current innings.
I accept that these people have a role as critics as well as reporters of the facts, but criticism is invalid when it comes from people who are incapable of acknowledging and factoring in the possibility that the opposition might actually be very good, and on that day might have played out of their skins.