*Listening to Fionn Regan – Shadow Of An Empire*
If there is one thing that should be regulated by some sort of higher force, it’s the autobiography. It’s getting a bit of a joke now.
N-Dubz have got one now. Seriously. I don’t mean a fan book or annual like those of your youth. An autobiography. From Street Life To Chart Life.
Riveting, I’m sure.
They’re in their early twenties, what can they really have done to warrant a book? It’s not like they’ll have much wisdom to pass on. And I say this as a fellow early twenties-er.
According to the BBC, it’s a Number Two Bestseller too, which, reading between the lines and correct me if I’m wrong, means people have actually bought it. Who would have thunk it. You do have to be careful what you say about N-Dubz and the unscrupulous Dappy though, especially via text.
It’s equally nonsensical how he gets away with saying to someone “Your gonna die” as it is them having a book out. If I would have received that text, I would have struggled not reply with either simply replying with “*You’re” or possibly with just a “Yes I am, such is the way of Human existence.”
*Listening to We Are Scientists – Rules Don’t Stop*
Yesterday was massive. No, I don’t mean FA Cup Semi-Final. Or Norwich vs. MKDonalds. Or El Clasico. Or The Masters. Or The National.
Nope, Hull vs. Burnley.
That’s right, the two worst managers in recent Premier League years pitting their equally dire sides against one another in a winner-still-ultimately-loses-anyway encounter. The definition of six-pointer. Premiership at its heady, heady height, eh?
The appointment of Brian Laws to Burnley still baffles. This is a man who guided his Sheffield Wednesday side down to the pits of The Championship (a feat us Yellows aren’t too disappointed by given that we can never beat them at Hillsborough) and gets sacked only to then jump a full division upwards to the foot of the Premier League.
There were bitter altenatives to the jittering Mr Laws. Steve Coppell, Curbs if he can be bothered to return to football, even Warnock would have done a job in there to galvanise some sort of backbone. Hell, Glenn Roeder keeps his team up in his first year, just be sure to sack him in the close-season.
But at least he isn’t Iain Dowie. A man of astounding incompetence. A man whose Hull side aren’t 3 goals worse than Burnley’s side, surely? Yet he’s accomplished that feat to lose 4-1 at home. Most would take the inimitable Jimmy Bullard, the headless chicken that is Altidore, equally chicken like Hunt and even Old George over nearly all the Burnley squad.
*Listening to: Fenech Soler – I Need Love*
I can’t imagine that anyone has got over the midweek Champions League wonder match between Arsenal and a beautiful Barcelona side at the Emirates Stadium, and a first half hour Barca exhibition in particular – if you have you are no football fan I know.
It took just thirty seconds for the Catalan’s to get into their stride, with an instant eye for goal, Barca’s array of attacking brilliance was simply breathtaking. Quick pin point passing combined with technical ability and unquestionable pace ensuring Arsenal looked like talentless schoolboys, shellshocked that someone was dominating them at their own game.
And that is what would have hurt Arsenal the most on Wednesday night, not just the fact they were simply outclassed in all areas of the pitch, but the way Barca did just that. Even the Gunners most highly skilled players like, Fabregas, Arshavin and Nasri looked a cut below at times.
Yet aren’t Arsenal seen as the most enjoyable highly technical team to watch in the Premier League? If that is the case, then the UK elite has quite clearly fallen behind that of the Spanish La Liga. But then again, on
the basis of Wednesday night, no-one could keep with Barcelona.
More impressive to me, is the Catalan’s construction of their side over the past few seasons. There is no big money sheikhs behind Barcelona, looking to buy all the best players in the world (on paper) hoping to throw them all into a team on outrageous wages, looking for it to stick and become the best in the world. It simply does not work – a slight dig at Manchester City and Chelski there (and Real – Ed).
*Listening to Apollo 101 – Here And Now Ep*
Well, ain’t that a joke?
11 points taken down to a mere 10 because of one man. 10 against 12 don’t go. Football fans- even Leeds fans- everywhere must admit, Eddie Ilderton is the worst referee to grace the game. If he refereed a game I was playing on Pro Evo I’d be livid.
I wish I was Mark and getting paid to watch that.
Plymouth, Peterborough, Palace, Wednesday and Watford might want to up their performances so they’re not subjected to such abject displays from such important people. I say that as if they’re trying to get relegated, but you get the drift.