RIP Demento
City paraded the trophy today, the
traditional open-top bus drive-by gloating. A supporter threw on a
placard. RIP Fergie, it said, with a headstone. It inevitably was
Tevez who held it aloft. City issued an immediate apology. Rod Marsh
said it was ill-advised and embarrassing and that Tevez was a
liability.
Let in on the debate on the apology,
I'd've had to add something saying “equally ill-advised as your
manager's (Fergie's) public statement that there would be no swing of
power between United and City 'in my lifetime'”. My point of view
would be this: play the game to the rules, don't bully officials,
don't do that watch-checking thing both ways (one-all and winning:
how come only five minutes?; two-one up and under pressure: where did
you get five minutes from?); don't send your horse-faced git of a
striker out to drop-kick our right-back when we have a better side
than you; stop the made-to-measure myopia and the mind games, then we
might consider issuing an apology for the RIP Fergie thing. Unless
and until you change your ways, we absolutely echo our supporters'
sentiments.
The ill-advised, embarrassing and
liability stuff is rich from the bloke sacked by Sky for the
Toon-Army / Tsunami “joke”.
Cameron's musical tastes
No great surprises. The comments say it
all, picked by advisers, bland, and plenty of the abuse he deserves.
Whenever they try this sort of thing, they always fail. Since the
sixties politics and culture have been enemies, one attacking, the
other cutting funding and slowly revealing their true colours. Now,
as with all three parties selling off playing fields, they have all
cut budgets for libraries.
A perfect end
I bunged a thing onto the Arsenal website a while ago. My perfect end for Demento was for United to get hammered at home, all the goals coming in a thoroughly unjustifiable ten added minutes, leading to red-nose having a fatal heart attack and shedding his mortal coil pitchside. Then, going uphill, the hearse would break down and the coffin slide out and the lid fall off on impact, revealing that the undertaker, a Gooner, had dressed the git in a replica of the kit we wore winning the title at their place and with 'Wiltord' on the back of the jersey, clutching a photo of Wenger. Too much for one placard, I fear.
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