this is my life – hating people, y’know , the public
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When sportsball contests seem to rule the world
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Is there football on again?
Not to worry, because the new Dexy’s album is bloody brilliant. Listening to that right now.
You’re right – Dexys album is superb.
England not too bad either surprisingly.
Don’t worry. The Olympics start sooner than you think. Very few balls involved there.
Well, only Basketball, Beach Volleyball, Handball. Hockey. Table Tennis, Tennis, Volleyball, Football and propably a few others that I can’t think of at the moment…
Beach volleyball from Brazil, you say?
I can’t imagine who would want to watch that.
Beach snooker from Brazil – there’s an idea.
Beach Apartment Wrestling from Brazil – there’s an idea.
Beach Synchronised Swimming from Brazil – there’s an idea.
Beach Shove Ha’penny from Brazil – there’s an idea.
Year but. There is plenty of other stuff without balls.
Wales !!
I just watched about 20 minutes of the England match before I noticed Rooney was playing.
business as usual….
Thought he was pretty good
He had a very good game.
Rooney was probably the best player on the pitch. Wonder boy Kane on the other hand……..
Another non-footy fan here.
Though I don’t really mind the television coverage. It seems to me a good use of the medium; broadcasting events to the masses so all that want to can see it rather than just the match ticket holders.
It’s the melodrama and hullabaloo that perplex. The hyperbole. From the admittedly rare occasions I’m in the presence of it, It all seems completely interchangeable tournament after tournament. How many ways are there to say ‘we need to win’, ‘we won’, or ‘we lost’?
I don’t like sport either but it doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t impinge on my life at all: no effort expended whatsoever in my ignoring it. I genuinely didn’t even know it was happening until they did a news piece on the security situation on the Today programme yesterday.
I’m glad other people get enjoyment from it, but it’s not for me.
I watch Tyson’s version of Cosmos. This boxer’s new carreer is going on well!
What next, Lennox Lewis presenting Sky At Night?
Better than that grinning twerp out of D:Ream, I spose.
FYI fair results in both home nations’ games today, though England might feel slightly hard dome by and Wales should have had a penalty in the first half. You’re welcome.
Switch off. Ignore. Go about your business. That wasn’t hard was it?
Come quick everyone! Bri said a thing that was both true and made sense, both at the same time!
Most depressed I’ve ever been?
Easy. About 8 years ago…..match postponed, waterlogged pitch…..sitting at a bus stop in a busy High Street at 3 o’clock on a clear, bright Saturday afternoon in February…..with people ‘not’ at sport.
I vowed to never, ever be in that position again and, touch wood, I haven’t.
Are they the ones who play computer games?
No. A lot of them will be people who have other things to do but have to endure the blanket coverage and the expectation that they are interested in it. News just in: some people don’t want to watch sport everywhere. Perhaps someone could tell Sky and BT.
Easy there, Dave. The news that it’s possible to spend a valid Saturday not watching Scunthorpe FC or wiping jizz off a CD (not vinyl!) of Please Please Me for the 500th time might be more than old Deram’s ticker can bear.
I’ve noticed that today’s footballers are all heavily tattooed and seem to sport those ludicrous “just out of nick” haircuts that were popular during the 40s. We were made to have those haircuts as a punishment in the 60s.
We were made to tattoo ourselves as punishment. I’ve still got ‘I must not talk in Mr Fraser biology class’ 40 times down my left thigh.
Unfortunately, Johnnydude, ‘burglar chic’ is the desired male look for a vast amount of women these days. A sort of Phil Mitchell’s Homunculus Twin via Wormwood Scrubs. Baffling, I know.
Or Peaky Blinders meets Kim Jong-un, as I prefer to call it.
With a buzz cut and plenty of these…
They are going to regret getting those neck tattoos when they are offered that lucrative TV pundits job ten years from now.
Seems no part of the human form is immune. It’s increasingly popular with women too – faux celtic spirals or spidery flower patterns – neck, arms, legs, feet. Not a look to be rocking in your older years .
… or your younger ones for that matter, unless you’re a genuine member of an ethnic tribe somewhere in Africa or the South Pacific, or perhaps deep in the Amazon.
Apparently if you get one tattoo , you have to get another one to keep it company.
I don’t mind football if it’s England .when I closely followed a football team as soon as they stuffed up their chances of getting into the Premiership a weight lifted off my shoulders and I got back to real life till the start of the next season at least .
I think it’s a symptom of the generic dumbed down lack of style in the UK. Everyone looks the same, shaven headed, waddling around in flip flops and tattoos. It’s sometimes hard to even distinguish gender.
Blokes in flip flops is ridiculous – don’t they know they look like cunts?
Quite. Pithiness Award Of The Month.
Chunky tan sandals and socks too. Dreadful.
Thank the gods I live in a country where nobody – quite rightly – gives a fuck about what you put on your feet.
Or what’s in their pants.
Was in a pub last night about an hour post-match watching a (bloody good) Tina Turner tribute singer (looked the part and sang well to backing tapes).
A crowd of drunken Ingerlund!! footy supporters still present and some interesting footage on the giant screen over the bar of French police dealing very robustly with misbehaving louts. Water cannons, batons and teargas. There was one large top-off chap on-screen belligerently arguing the toss with a small group of gendarmes. One of them casually turned and sprayed him full-face with something or other. That shut him up. They don’t piss about, those French cops.
Of course a fight kicked off by the pub stage area during the show intermission. Fists flew for a few seconds and a few bloodied herberts were ejected from the premises. I decided it was time I went home, so that’s what I did.
Then there’s this
To be fair, korfball at least has a good song.