This Derby County fan really doesn’t like Leeds United. If you ever wanted to know what “bitter” sounds like, here you go…
Considering the caller was on the verge of tears at the prospect of Derby giving Leeds a ‘Guard of Honour’, I can’t imagine he would have taken this very well…
I am far from a fan of the radio station talkSPORT, but was pleased by a video I discovered on social media today.
Guest Simon Jordan was in the studio and tore into presenter Jim White and his Sky Sports colleagues, over their reporting of a violent robbery involving a Premier League football player.
It is about time somebody addressed these hyena reporters and the manner in which they address such stories – more often than not, without care or thought for the potential human consequences of their actions.
Well done, Mr. Jordan!
What a nice and thoughtful idea by Classic FM.
Thankfully, Roman does not appear to be troubled by tonight’s fireworks, so will not be turning in on the old wireless.
Claire has therefore put the Liverpool game on, which will probably cause her more stress than any nearby bangs and flashes will on our little bunny.
You can tell the football season returned this weekend. I turned on BBC Radio FiveLive to hear the 606 football phone in. A Bristol City fan was on, with a West Country accent so broad, it would make Justin Lee Collins sound like Prince William.
The caller was bemoaning his teams 3-0 defeat to Millwall, putting all of the blame onto Bristol City’s new goalkeeper, David James. When the presenter asked the Bristolian if he had seen any of the goals conceded by James, he replied “No. I didn’t go to the game”
Excellent.
This weekend, Danny Baker used part of his Saturday morning radio show to discuss the worst description that can be given to a football club facing difficult times.
Match of the Day recently used the phrase “Hapless Hull” to report on the Humerside Club’s 3-0 defeat to West Ham, while Sky Sports have officially given the name “Beleaguered Portsmouth” to the cash-stripped South Coast side. More famously, all football fans will no doubt have heard of “Roy Keane’s Struggling Ipswich”.
Yet, it was decided by Danny Baker that the one thing nobody wants their football club to be described as is “Sorry”. If a match report uses that word alongside your team’s name, you know you’re in real trouble.
This weekend, Bath City played Weymouth – one of the most famous non-league clubs. Sadly for their supporters, Weymouth no longer have the success they once had and the fallen giants languish at the bottom of The Blue Square South. They are also financially crippled and face a real possibility of going out of business. Last weekend, Weymouth hit a new low, losing 6-0 to Basingstoke.
Therefore, no journalist, pundit or fan would be blamed for calling Bath City’s opponents “Sorry Weymouth”
Despite all Weymouth’s turmoil, Bath City, who are challenging for a place in the play offs, played badly. Top scorer, Darren Edwards, even missed a penalty on the stroke of half time to add to the home fans’ frustration.
Although Bath City didn’t play well, Sorry Weymouth were worse themselves and when City scored 2 goals in as many minutes to win the game, the away team must have felt very, very sorry indeed.
I now hope ‘In-form Bath City’ carry on their push for the play offs, where they could get promoted to the Blue Square Premier – a league full of very strong teams, who could give my own side the ‘Sorry’ title.
Jerry Gill's Struggling Weymouth
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