Too much football?
Commander Cody and the Lost Planet
Airmen. Honest. Great foot-stompin' bluegrassy band. The Live at the
World Armadillo Headquarters album. No, honest, really. Google it.
Great song on there. The words include:
“There's a whole lot of things I bin
an gone an done,
But I 'aint ever had too much fun.”
So it is with the European
Championships, World Cup, the Prem, the FA and Carling Cups, the
Championship, the lower leagues. Grass roots. Even that Scottish
stuff. I can't for the life of me get the concept of too much
football.
Last time I went on too much about the
footy BLISS refused to read this and had a moan. So here's a Harry
Enfield take on tonight's game between skint Greece and the cash rich
Krauts:
Here's how the mind works and why the
sport thing is what it is. Driving to work with MM this morning,
radio on in the background. News item about the downgraded banks. I
caught this:
“RBS, Barclays, HSBC”
My ears pricked up. I was (maybe
subliminally) thinking:
RBS: Six Nations Rugby
Barclays: Premiership
“Must be a sport item, better pay
closer attention.”
Then they went on about the bank rating
agency downgrading...blah...blah, yada, yada, yada, boring don't
really care, disappointed because it wasn't sport stuff.
Not ideal, I know, but how things are
hardwired up there.
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