It's great there’s no
Motty in the BBC commentary box anymore
Superannuated old bampot! Should
have been put out to graze ages ago. We’re all supposed to love him because he’s
some kind of backbone of the sporting firmament and the viewing public are this
jittery mass of neuroses, which somehow need the emollient that only a welter of
his soothing statistics can provide.
Well to hell with that nonsense.
We suffered him for years, breaking open the poppers and the
Kleenex if England so much as wins a throw in. Belming away like a total Joey
when he gets an opportunity to trot out some dusty old stat that he’s discovered
in the fag end of the Internet the night before, when he’s been doing his
homework like the retard swot we all secretly suspect him to be.
It’s
time for one of the little nobodies – maybe a Guy Mowbray, who knows – to step
into the sunshine and commentate their genitals off.
Just as long as the
BBC don’t get it into their heads to stick Alan Green on the box.
I doubt the Polish and Ukrainian building industry have constructed tungsten
re-enforced gantries to deal with the combined weight of his adipose tissue and
his ego. A whole month of his sneering diatribes against officialdom is more
than flesh and blood can stand. Green gets every decision right by the way, even
from a minimum of 30 yards distance, his peevish sarcasm usually ending with the
word ‘Shocking!’ spat out as if to brook no argument from his audience or
co-commentators.
A whip round for Jimmy Armfield to reward him for
slotting Green, next time he goes off on one. I'm in for a tenner. Are you with
me?
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