Watching football matches through Twitter – or at least the response of fans to what is happening on the pitch or on TV – is really entertaining at times. Aston Villa found themselves 2-0 up against Manchester United, earning Villa boss Paul Lambert praise and compliments.
“I knew it was only a matter of time before he worked his magic,” said one supporter, while another concluded “Lambert was always the man for this job.”
Three goals for United though saw pleas to “sack this dud Lambert” and claims “he’s no SAF (Sir Alex Ferguson) is he?”
Entertaining indeed, although not as enjoyable as watching the game live. Unless you were a Villa fan …
Just a few days after Celtic become unofficial World Club champions after beating Barcelona, arguably the greatest team in the world who happen to be neither champions of Spain or Europe, St Johnstone roll up at Parkhead and earn a draw against the Scottish champions. So, using the logic of some, the Perth side – having taken a point in the East End of Glasgow – must be better than Barca. Yes?
Hey, don’t call me daft. I didn’t start it ….
When I first hear of the 16-10-18 formation, I think Craig Levein must have gone metric or something. But this actually represents the breakdown of the SFL’s proposal for League reconstruction, the 18 in the third tier actually being sixteen in reality, augmented by youth sides from Celtic and Rangers.
An interesting concept, as is having 42 senior clubs in a country with a population of approximately five million. That has never made any sense to me.
The more I look at the 16-10-16 lay-out though, the more I think that middle division could disappear totally. I know I’ll get shouted down. But in an age (and it has been an age) when everything is becoming leaner and meaner, to be continually adding clubs to get the numbers to stack up makes no sense whatsoever.
And high-flying Hibs confirm they have sacked their stadium announcer for what they describe as ‘breach of contract.’
His crime? To play the song ‘Taxman’ by The Beatles, which some overly-sensitive sorts at Easter Road thought was too much of a poke at rivals Hearts and their on-going problems with HMRC.
For most folk, it seemed a completely disproportionate response to what was no more than a jibe at those across the city. Personally, I think he should be praised by his choice of music. But let’s be honest, MC’s and PA’s have been at this lark for years.
Did other members of their union at various grounds play ‘Daydream Believer’ by The Monkees for its artistic and musical content, or because supporters could sing along and insert insults and the line ‘shite football team’ without damaging the tune?
The role of stadium announcer is obviously one where you have to be quick-witted, but also keep your wits about you. Years ago, I remember being at Fir Park one night for a Motherwell – Rangers game where the man in the box was having a few microphone and speaker problems. A few blows, clicks and taps were met with silence. A shout of ‘testing, testing,’ broke up, but a twiddle of a few knobs, and ‘testing one-two, one-two-three,’ rang out around the ground, if a bit loud. Volume adjusted, he spoke again, this time crying ‘Hello, Hello …’ You can guess what the away support joined in with.
Another night at Ibrox, the announcer asked for a car to be removed,
“A blue Vectra, registration number V383BSY. That’s V for victor, 383, B for Bravo, S for Sierra, Y for Wanky …”
Doesn’t pay to be too clever sometimes.
I’m in the STV studios early for a look at Peter Smith’s exclusive on the detail behind the Rangers share issue ahead of ‘Scotland Tonight.’ So my attentions are elsewhere rather than in Scotland’s annihilation of Luxembourg, or in the Sweden-England international.
It’s not until later I’m made aware of Zlatan Ibrahimovic’s wonder goal, or as it was quickly billed, ‘The Greatest Goal Ever’. Really? Judge for yourself.
Personally, I don’t think it was the best ever. Nowhere near it.
What I will say though, is that it is probably the most spectacular effort scored in a Wednesday international against a goalkeeper 18-yards off his line, in injury time, from a player spouting confidence from the hat-trick he’s already scored.
So yes, the greatest goal ever – in that category …
I may have mentioned in the past the interview technique of former Rangers striker Rod Wallace. Whatever you asked, his reply was just a repeat of your question, prefixed with either ‘yes’ or ‘no.’
Today, Celtic scoring sensation Tony Watt is put up for interview having penned a deal to keep him at the club until 2016. The new kid in town, perhaps. But I couldn’t help think I’d heard this interview (or something like it) before.
STV’s Keith Downie asked; “People will think, ‘you’re the next big thing,’ scoring a couple of big goals and you’ve got a new contract. How do you, one, prove that, and how do you also keep your feet on the ground?”
Watt replied; “My feet will never … at least I never got ahead of myself and I just need to keep my feet on the ground. I’ve got to deal with the pressure and people saying ‘I’m the next (big) thing …’
Still he’s young, and he will learn, although some wouldn’t want that.
I can still remember a colleague (who will remain namless) leaving a press conference with Richard Gough saying “he’s just too clever for what we need!”
Unlike countless professional rugby players, I’m not really a fan of ‘I’m A Celebrity’ and only watch it for the sporting content, and the hope that the celebs get so hungry they eat Ant and Dec.
The sporting interest this year is supplied by multiple world champions from boxing and darts in the form of respective giants David Haye and Eric Bristow.
Last night Bristow showed his mental arithmetic skills by adding up people’s ages to win a prize. This of course is nothing compared to how fast ‘the crafty Cockney’ can rhyme off every permutation of every finishing shot-out from 170 downward, I’d guess quicker than it takes most to throw a dart.
Still, fellow contestant Helen Flanagan looked bewildered at Bristow’s mental agility. Then again, she is a girl who looks bewildered with life …