Sunday 4 May 2014

The Grant Gurnhill football, music and mayhem blog.


Good evening footie fans and welcome to The Gardens once more!

First, we head to the floral borders that are inhabited by the strange blooms of this green and pleasant land. This week, we have a documentary from the tool-shed of detritus.

 

Out on the streets of Miami-mia, getting the low-down as ever, is our roving reporter Alicia Gavell-Brown-Goldmansachsbackandcrack. This week she is on a whistle-stop tour of England's training camp ahead of the World Cup in Brazil. This is her report:

 


 

Thanks Alicia - Alicia Gavell-Brown-Goldmansachsbackandcrack there with another searching football investigation.


And now it’s time to welcome, fresh from Warthog’s Academy for Young Ladies in Distress, where's he's been holidaying in the sun, Mr Dobbie Savage!

 

'Cheers Russ, as usual, and straight darn to business mate! It's been a great week an' a bit in the Prem whilst I've been topping up me tan, so here's a recap for anyone who lives in Outer Mongolia, or a BT Infinity area.

To start with, I think Man Reunited fans need to calm down – beating the Norwich and Peterborough Building Society – a team weaker than a Greek economy - don’t make a season. Putting 4 past a defence with more holes than Gleneagles and flimsier than a South African athlete’s alibi ain’t big or clever. At least they can afford Wayne’s wages now that they don’t have to pay the rest. After all, apart from Leo De S’gea, the rest of the squad must all be season ticket holders cos they’ve been spectators since August. And there must be so many Manc fans homeless after they all put their houses on the new manager dragging 'em from the depths of the hell they've been in this season. Nah nahhhhhhh. Zion Greggs – the new seer-prophet who was to bring hope back to the hopeless – must be kicking himself - and missing - after falling at the second hurdle to Blunderland at New Traffordyouwantfrieswiththat. They must have been terrified that Chelski would get a cricket score against the N&P and show how much of a pitiful result 4-0 was. After all, if Norwich’s team were internationals, they’d play for Easter Island – and they’d be on the bench. The statues would be first choice. They managed less shots against Reunited than a teetotaller with an alcohol allergy. If he was watching, Rabid Moyes must be livid that the shit that won the title last season (extortionately-paid professionals) couldn’t be arsed to play for him. That they won the title with an average team was testament to the weakness of the opposition – who have improved this season, where Reunited have stood still. Sir Phallix must have been a seamstress in a previous life as he stitched up Reunited by supporting the Double-glazer take-over then stitched up Moyes by failing to invest in an ageing and average team over the last few seasons. No vision, no investment. Although the biggest loss that cost Moyes was David Fish-gills leaving. Moyes makes Lee Majors look like a wimp when it comes to fall guys. That the Double-glazer’s could take over a financially stable club with debt and use it to off-set debt elsewhere makes Italian politics look stable. Even in America it wouldn’t have been allowed – in any sport. Tittering Shitspurs may have spent Bales’ transfer fee on Ericcsonsonsonsonson and a field of donkey’s but at least they didn’t use Ronaldo McDonaldo’s money to offset debt – every penny of it – instead of investing it in new players. God the Double-glazer’s must really love Madchester. If Man Reunited go bankrupt – you heard it here first…

Talking of insane amounts of money, and results, Jose Chelski seems to have worried the EUFA officionados again. Apparently, in their first leg of the semi against Unathletic Madrid, they received his team sheet and it only had 3 names on it. Fernando Torrid was to play up front alone, with Bus parked in front of Petr Bounced-cheque. They’re investigating whether this was sporting behaviour…Probably less sporting than letting The Norwich and Peterborough get a result at Tampon Bridge. How cruel - allowing the Canaries a glimmer of hope just before they drop. They'll join Tardyff (say no more - all Tan and no colour to their play) and FullmetaljacketHam in The Championship next season. Good riddance to embarrassing teams that are going where they deserve to be. When it comes to managerial shenanigans, their owners are as clueless as their players in front of goal. Why can't we get back to Football lovers running these clubs - people who actually give a toss about the clubs themselves. Rant over.

Elsewhere in the Not-necessarily Champions (but we’ll let you in if you like) League, Madrid managed less passes than Stevie Hawking on Junior Mastermind in their first leg. They still managed to nick the win, despite Ronaldo McDonaldo missing a sitter from 3 millimetres, and Angel Tia Maria stunning a fan in row Z when he only had the onion bag to beat. Pip Guardogola must be kicking himself – and missing…They still managed to make the final though, making The Kings of Europe (some unknown German team run by Pip from Lord of the Rings apparently) look less than ordinary in their own backyard. I couldn't stop laughing for three days. And then Jose had his ass handed to him leaving us with an all Spanish final.

Probably be a yawnfest as this weekend has shown how predictable results in La Liga are…

 

Hope the Welsh Neverton fans don’t start chanting at the next game – ‘OggyOggyOggy’ might not go down so well… Although the strangeness of the Prem season continued at Goodinitson with Ditherfool fans cheering for Neverton, Neverton fans cheering for Mantreasurechester City, Man Reunited fans cheering for Mantreasurechester City…the madness is never-ending! It spells a storming end to the season and the run-in for the title though as even ChristmasCarol Volkswagonman (ex-Countdown – how appropriate) can’t even work out the mathematical permutations on this bugger! Whew! What a storming last week we’ll have – hopefully. With Chelski beating Ditherfool, City beating Neverton, Shitspurs beating no-one anymore (well spent 80 mill there mate) and Arse-nil basically chugging in over the line to fourth like the old smoke-blowing jalopy they are. Even Oliver Gourd is scoring at the Goddammerites now (even though he couldn’t score in a brothel normally).

 

Hold onto your seats peeps – this is gonna get bumpy!

 

Next stop – Ditherfool and Chrysophase Palace. I’ll be watching from behind the sofa methinks!

 


 

Er - cheers Dobbie – I think.

 

 

From our Twitter account – check it out for regular comment on the insanity that is the football nation of the world (England of course, you fool!)

 


 

  • AWKWARD: The official Premier League launch photo, taken 2 days before the season started.
  • Man Re-utd - the lunatics have taken over the asylum. Tradition? Don't be stoopid - we're American!
  • David Moyes - sacked because his workforce couldn't be arsed to earn their pay...
  • Old Trafford - tradition, European football and success. New Trafford - you want fries with your Championship football y'all? Yeehaaaaa!

 


 

Now to raise a glass to Tito Vilanova – footballing legend. Cheers Tito – you’ll be missed son!






To end our tour this week, here’s:

 

Quote of the week:

 

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them; the rest go on Britain’s Got Talent and wing it.

 

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