Being a fan of the BBC FiveLive football phone-in, 606, I tuned into Sky Sports’ own version of the show; You’re On Sky Sports.
YOSS has the disadvantage of being broadcast late in the night, following an evening of live football – a perfect time for drunken footy fans to call in and talk absolute rubbish.
I had to feel for the presenter, Geoff Shreaves, and wondered what he had done so wrong to be relegated from covering premium events such as Ford Super Sunday, to speaking to alcoholics on a Monday night phone-in.
Poor Geoff spent half the show trying to stop intoxicated Manchester United fans talking about minor incidents from last season, and instead sharing their views on something that John Terry may or may not have done at the weekend.
YOSS is a terrible football phone-in, and 606 reigns supreme – especially with the welcome return of Danny Baker.
I haven’t had the greatest of weekends.
Firstly, Bath City lost 3-1 to Hampton & Richmond. It was to be expected – Leeds beat Swindon, and as I know all too well, both teams never win on the same day. My girlfriend, Claire, supports Liverpool. She has the same theory as me, and the scousers beat ManUtd in the lunchtime kick off, therefore eliminating any chance of a Bath City victory. All in all, not a nice day out in London.
More upsetting than any football defeat, was Claire going to Walsall University to study nursing. She will be away for 3 years and will be greatly missed. While Walsall is hardly ‘down the road’, it isn’t a million miles away; and with the aid of cars, trains and horse-drawn carriages, I will be able to make my way up to the Midlands, while she can come back down to Bath – hopefully a lot!
To round off an utterly rubbish weekend, I had to deal with the moronic ‘Tech Guys’ in PC World. My laptop has gone in for repairs. Trying to get them to agree to fix something which is still under warranty is like getting Alex Ferguson to give up whiskey.
I feel weird…
I have a strange feeling inside that I haven’t felt for years…
I can’t make out what it is…
I think… I think… I think its national pride!
Regular readers of my blog will know all about my feelings towards Team Bath, their management, players and tax-funded setup. Therefore, I won’t bore you all with that again.
Before last night’s game, both teams had met 8 times, Team Bath winning none of them.
Last night. 90+ minutes gone. Team Bath winning 1-0 and on the verge on securing their first ever victory over City. Then it all changed…
Bath City’s striker, Dave Gilroy charges towards the Team Bath keeper, dancing majestically around him, and prepares to score, before being pulled down by the goalie.
The Team Bath keeper is sent off and City are awarded a penalty, which Gilroy duly converts. 1-1. Extra time beckons, but TB are forced to play with 10 men and an outfield player in goal.
The additional 30 minutes were great fun. There where cheers of “Olay” as City strung dozens of passes together. With a rookie in goal, the experienced City players toyed with their opposition, like a cat with a mouse, waiting to make the kill.
Then, as a result of a corner, the killer goal came. City had won 2-1. Team Bath had failed, yet again, to beat Bath City. The City management, players and fans celebrated. The Team Bath management and players (without fans) stormed off.
Whatever summer we may have had seems to have gone. This evening I was so cold, I resorted to turning on the central heating.
After informing my Leeds-based friends of this, I was called a ‘soft southern bastard’ – even though I was born up north…
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