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| Guess who's back... |
Being blocked on Twitter by Richard Keys
It's now been 159 days. What the hell are you playing at Keysey? You and Andy Gray may have once dominated Ford Super Sunday but you have very little clout on the internet. Unblock me so that I can tell you how out of touch you are with the real footballing world!! Cowaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
Moving house
Absolutely nothing to do with football. I moved house on the 27th April to about 2 mins down the road from where I was. The only link I can think of to do with football is that on the day I moved I hurried into my new flat in the hope that I'd catch Man City v West Ham, which was on Sky that afternoon. I got to see the game whilst struggling to put together a self assemble sofa that should have taken a few minutes. Wish I'd never bothered...
Struggling to watch god awful games at Upton Park
That leads me on to the next thing I've been doing. As you may know if you've read my blog before, I have a season ticket at West Ham. Now while I am very glad that we comfortably survived our first season back in the top flight (and showed a hell of a lot more backbone than we did in our previous two seasons in the Premiership); I can't lie, I witnessed some of the most mundane football I've seen EVER. Particularly the Wigan and Reading games. We're talking games so bad you start checking Twitter at around 30 minutes and making conversation with the guy, you only know through having a season ticket, who is having a baby in August may I add. Congratulations, guy who's name I don't know (he's only been there 2 seasons)! Games so bad you feel sorry for the poor buggers that have made the long trip all the way down from Wigan, I mean they still use a horse and cart up there right (please don't hate me, people of Wigan, I'm kidding, it's what I do)?!? Long and short of it all, they were bad games.
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| Full of "pluck" |
I never used to care about cannon fodder. Especially if they were playing West Ham (to be fair I still don't care if we're playing them in a meaningful game), who am I kidding West Ham are cannon fodder, sometimes, so I'd be damned if I wanted other cannon fodder to do well. Can't have them stealing our plaudits for being "plucky". This season I have cared. It started with lowly Pescara. Poor Pescara! Initially it was just that I noted that they had Vladimir Weiss and Ivan Pelizzoli playing for them, then I started playing with them on FIFA 13, now I wan't to go and watch them playing in Serie B at the Adriatico (yeah I know the name of their ground, I'm Italian me)! Shame they're useless eh. I also developed a soft spot for Wigan in the past season, that was born out out liking the fact that they "play good football" and even more so they play with 3 at the back!! I was so glad that they won the FA cup, especially seen as everyone wrote them off before the game even started. It's a shame that Wigan went down, I'll certainly miss their open brand of (sometimes poorly organised) football.
Getting angry at FIFA 13
Earlier this week I tweeted this link to another site as I felt this totally summed up my experience of playing FIFA13 online. Unfortunately, my gripes do not stop there, don't worry I'm not going to launch into a geeky rant regarding the flaws of FIFA13's single player mode. I will say this though, for the sake of my health FIFA14 better not contain defenders that run out of the way intentionally and referees that award random penalties. Sort it out EA Sports, my blood pressure can't take it!
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| Back to racing on a Thursday night! |
To me Tottenham are like Dick Dastardly in Wacky Racers. Nobody (other than Tottenham fans) wants them to win; they look like they're finally going to win, then right at the last minute they f*ck it all up, the rest of the field stream past them and the Ant Hill Mob end up winning the race. This season was like no other Dick Dastardly raced into a 7 point lead over Penelope Pitstop in March, cue all of Dick Dastardly's fans bombarding social networking sites with drivel about how Penelope Pitstop hadn't won the Wacky Races Championship in years (even though Dick himself has never been renowned for his race wining ability), was well past her best and how Dick Dastardly's time had now come. Cut to May and Dick Dastardly had chucked it all away again, despite Mutley basically carrying him single handedly through the race (Mutley won him 27 points), leaving Penelope to sneak across the line right at the last minute. God I hate Dick Dastardly! I can't wait for Mutley to go to another cartoon...
Playing 7 a side football on a Thursday
Can professional footballers stop going down to Fairlop Power League on Thursday evenings to play in their 7-a-side league! Now I'm no professional footballer, I'm not even good enough to have a tale of having trials at a well known football club when I was 14, but at the same time I'm no mug when it comes to playing the beautiful game. When we entered the league we were told we were going to be put in the bottom division and our eyes lit up. We'd played 7-a-side before at Fairlop on a Tuesday, had managed to win the 2nd division and even hold our own in the top one, so the bottom division on a Thursday. No problem. Bring on the Cannon Fodder! And it started like this, we won our first few games handsomely. Every week we'd salivate as teams full of beer bellied over 35 year old men assembled at the bar prior to our game, speculating as to which unlucky 7 were going to fall at our hands on this occasion. There was even talk of playing me up front if it got too easy (I'm a goalkeeper for those of you who don't know). Then it all came crashing to a halt. One week we arrived to see a group of lads at least 5 years our junior and a waist size or so smaller. "It's ok, we're in the bottom league. These will be sh*t." we said. And then it began... In the last 3 months we've probably won 2 or 3 games, bear in mind we play EVERY week so we've probably played somewhere between 12 and 15 games. We're now the guys they smile about when we arrive at the bar, we're the beer bellied over 30 year olds! It's not fair! We were the new team playing in a league that we were clearly too strong for. Now they are. I'm going to start emailing some Premiership teams tipping them off that some of their academy/reserve players may be taking part in un-sanctioned physical activity on a Thursday. When I arrive at the bar I'm fed up of hearing, "I don't know much about these lot lads, they're a new team..."
Counting down to the World Cup
I love the World Cup. This time next year I'll be counting the days down until it all kicks off in Brazil. I've kind have already began (382 days).
Counting down to the Confederations Cup
Every summer that isn't a World Cup summer I have to find a substitute. This is the only way I can get over the depression that there isn't a World Cup on (this is the actual truth). The best substitute is the European Championships (or European World Cup to those of you in the know). Failing that we also have Copa Americas and The Confederations Cup. The thing I like about The Confederations Cup is that it is a tiny tiny insight into what the next World Cup is going to be like. For example, anyone who saw the last one would have heard the Vuvuzelas and known that it was going to be a key feature of South Africa 2010. I have no idea what Brazil 2014 will be like, I'm pretty sure Tahiti won't be there but none the less I'm bursting with excitement about this years Confederations Cup. Look out for updates on here, 20 days to go!!
Making plans to start blogging again
I'm not going to lie. I have embarked on an intense program of procrastination. Ideas for stuff to blog about have popped into my head in the last few months and there have been times when I've got as far as turning on my laptop in anger, but for some reason or another nothing happened. For anyone out there who enjoys reading this stuff I genuinely apologise (mum). I will not leave it a few months again until I return. I'll be back soon with my thoughts on the hot topic of debate within the footballing world that is "History"...
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