Who To Join Us

The play-offs have left me in something of a pickle. Which is never somewhere anyone wants to be. Unless you like pickles, you’re Eric or are indeed a pickle. None of which applies to me.

So now I’ve got your attention with such a ridiculous intro, I’ll explain my predicament. Pickle, wisely I thought, evicted there as I didn’t think you’d appreciate the phrase “explain my pickle”. I digress, I’m rooting for Reading in the play-offs. Simple enough, except they have a player who is numero uno in my list of wanted players.

So now you see my pickle. (Sorry.)

It is Bright

As a break from the usual inane, pointless and trivial drivel that usually is spewed onto these pages by me, (not the others, they’re great of course) I feel this post is needed.

The whole basis of the next few hundred words or so have been inside of me for weeks but for me being to scared to mention it whilst the season was so in the balance, it felt to be jumping the gun. This Norwich side, the 20 or so regulars that have pulled on the brighter-than-usual canary yellow this season have made me proud to be in any way connected to this club.

Last Call For Istanbul?

*Listening to : Adebisi Shank – This is the Second Album of a band called Adebisi Shank.*

From the rumours floating around the paddock this weekend, it certainly would appear to be so. With the circuits contract up for renewal and usual squabbles over cash flow, we may be about to lose what is arguably one of Tilke’s finest works.

From that point of view, what an action-packed swan-song the circuit had. Admittedly many overtakes were the product of DRS or KERS, but thats the playing field upon which F1 is sat this year. So relatively, it was exciting. However, the new regs or tyres must have had an effect somewhere – I can’t remember any other occasion where a move was attempted on Turn 8.

I’m Available

Well who would have thunk’d it.

They only went and did it. Only departed the Championship with sails set for the Premier League. Thanks, in no small part to Cardiff doing their usual bottle job, again thanks possibly in another small part to a night on the bottle. The City sides of old would have fallen apart at the very thought of being on the brink of “one win and it’s yours”.

The mid-table mediocrity years weren’t half easier on the ticker, but few would swap it back.

But this will come at a cost. Every player and their dog will be listed as a target by the tabloids. Every agent whose fading player wants one last hurrah will be making themselves as prominent as Alan Smith’s ex-girlfriend. (Click that link. I implore you to.)

We Can See It

And so the lack of goal line technology has reared it’s ugly little head again.

The excuses are wearing thinner and thinner and it seems there’s very few fighting Sepp’s corner nowadays. I would be worried if I was Lamps, there’s a good chance Blatter will seek to rectify these ‘goal’ issues by banning him given his record rather than introduce two little cameras.

One of their ill-thought out excuses against GLT, as we’ll lovingly call it, is that it moves football another step away from the grass-roots. Because they are currently almost indistinguishable, Sepp, aye. The similarly ill-thought out remedy was to bring in two more officials. Because Sunday league football has a plethora of willing and available officials.