Whilst watching Sky Sports this week, I noticed the advert for El Classico today – the twice-yearly encounter between the supposedly best football teams in the world – Barcelona and Real Madrid. While I always eagerly await this fixture and will certainly be watching, for once I will not be dubbing it by its ‘El Classico’ title…
While Barca v Real is arguably a big game, and certainly more so than Barnet against Macclesfield, it is totally outranked in terms of magnitude and importance in comparison with Bath City’s game this afternoon, against Staines Town… for me, anyway.
Staines… yes, the place where Ali G lives, sit just above Bath City in the table in the much sought-after Play Off position. A win for City would see them take a massive advantage in the push for promotion, leap-frogging Staines in the table. Defeat would effectively kill of their season. This really is the true El Classico.
To say this game is massive is an understatement. Get Andy Gray, John Motson and all the gang down to Twerton Park for 3pm today… innit.
Is it just me, or was Alex Ferguson’s recent bout of German-bashing somewhat reminiscent of an episode of Fawlty Towers?
The only thing missing from last nights shenanigans to make it even more like the classic John Cleese comedy, was a moose’s head… then again, I guess Dimitar Berbatov resembled some kind of giant dead animal.
I would like to make it clear that tonight was the first and only time I supported ‘The Germans’ in a football game… OK, I may have given them a little cheer last week when, like tonight, they played Manchester United; but after their fabulous victory this evening, that’s it… no more… I already feel a tad sick and dirty for my actions anyway – especially in a World Cup year.
I am now faced with a new dilemma… the semi final – Bayern Munich v Lyon – Germany v France. If ever there was a game where both teams could lose…
Whatever the outcome, I am sure both teams will not resort to stereotypical racism and hilarious hypocrisy like Alex Ferguson. The man’s a comical genius… someone should get him knighted or something.
“There is no doubt about it,” Ferguson told ITV when asked if the dismissal had changed the course of the game. “They were never getting through that tie, with 11 men we had no problem. The young boy showed a bit of inexperience, but they got him sent off, everyone sprinted towards the referee – typical Germans.“
Proof the whiskey and chewing gum kills the memory…
Bath and the surrounding areas went fully digital today. This means if little Doris down the road wishes to watch Corrie, she will need to buy herself a Freeview box.
Luckily I have such a contraption and got up extra early this morning to re-tune my box to see what channels would be made available to me (how sad).
While I was given all the usual stuff (BBC1, Channel 4, Gay Rabbit), I was a tad disappointed to not have access to the likes of ITV4 and Sky Sports News. I guess that is what happens when you live in one of the lowest possible points of a city surrounded by hills. Even a TV transmitter given the full resources of the National Grid couldn’t produce a signal strong enough to bring the channel ‘Dave’ to my aerial.
I christened the Freeview box this evening by watching the Manchester United/Bayern Munich game. As you can tell by the result, I enjoyed what I saw!
Listen for the over excited kid who probably had one too many packets of Smarties with his Easter Egg.
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