Thursday, April 28, 2011

Henry Winter and the "responsible" Jack Wilshere

The Chairman is still reeling from that preening buffon Henry Winter's (Daily Telegraph) piece eulogising Jack Wilshere for his "responsibility".

I see today it was reported this little pikey's sister has been done for glassing a fellow pub goer, for having the temerity to call an ambulance at the same time as her. Regardless about what this says about the current state of the UK (ie. a seething mass of self loathing, entitlement and hate), it is a damning indictment of Wilshere and his ghastly family.

Sadly this gobby tart has not been sent down. Rather a 2-year conditional dischanrge, whatever the hell that means and a 3,000 quid fine. About 2 hours work for our responsible Jack, if he is not too busy fathering illegitiamte kids at age 19, or posing in his poncey Ferrari. I see our reponsible Jack was also cautioned for assault in November last year following a brawl.

Wilshere is not responsible. He is a hateful little bastard. A spoilt yob, blessed with a sporting talent, which he will abuse daily. Yet Winter defends this lout. Why? Because it keeps Winter gainfully employed writing about this grotesque sport, football.

Grow a pair Winter, you vain twat, and start holding these pseudo rapists to account.

The Chairman knows best IV

It's official.

Cipriani dropped by the Melbourne Rebels due to his dismal defence. Replaced by a part timer who until this season was playing club rugby in Japan.

The Chairman said this would happen.

The Chairman knows best.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Chairman knows best III

I am still irritated by getting into a pointless debate with idiots on the website on the merits (or otherwise) of the ridiculous Danny Cipriani. My point is (and has always been), he may look good ball in hand on the front foot, but everything else about his game stinks, in particular his tackling. The idiots I was debating with were claiming he was the best FH in the Super XV, his defense was sound etc etc. Well bolocks. To quote from today's Herald Sun:

DANNY Cipriani is likely to be dropped to the bench for Saturday night's clash with NSW Waratahs unless Stirling Mortlock and Mark Gerrard fail fitness tests.
Melbourne selectors are frustrated by the Rebels' leaking defence - the club has conceded a Super Rugby high of 43 tries, 14 more than the bottom-placed Lions of Johannesburg.

Cipriani, who has played all but six minutes of the Rebels' nine matches, is the club's leading point-scorer with 89 points, sixth overall behind Western Force's James O'Connor (126).

But the five-eighth's defensive shortcomings, clearly exposed by the Otago Highlanders and Auckland Blues, will almost certainly have the England Test pivot starting on the bench against NSW.

Cipriani is likely to be replaced by James Hilgendorf, who started the season at No.10 but was injured in the opening minutes of the 43-0 Round 1 loss to the Waratahs.

Under rugby's tackle dominance rating, a measure of tackling effectiveness, Cipriani has a club-low figure of 42 per cent with 18 missed tackles.

That contrasts with hooker Ged Robinson, who has missed just three of 107 tackles, for a rating of 88 per cent.

Cipriani was held accountable for the Blues' first two tries in Auckland on Friday night, when he pushed up out of the line.

Asked if there were concerns about Cipriani's defence, Rebels coach Rod Macqueen said: "It's fair to say that. Danny's really got to work on that part of his game. Some of the other players have to as well.

"Most of the criticism that we cop is fair criticism.

"We're not a team who want to go out there and make excuses."

Asked if Cipriani was in danger of being dropped, Macqueen said: " No one is guaranteed a spot in the side. If we do that, we're working the team the right way. They've got to earn their spots and that will continue to be the case.

"Everyone knows Danny has got the worst defensive record in the competition."

The Chairman knows best.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

"Your ambition outweighs your talent" said that delightful Aussie Casey Stoner to Valentino Rossi, when Rossi had the good grace to apologise in person for knocking Stoner out of the last MotoGP.

This bothers me on so many levels. Who in the name of hell does Stoner think he is? I'll tell you. He is another in a long line of sanctimonious Aussie sportspeople, drowning in their own self importance.

How dare this pipsqueak, this scrawny little under achiever criticise the mighty Valentino Rossi? Multiple world champion. Without doubt the most talnted motorbike rider in history. A wonderful, charismatic sportsman. How dare he intimate that Rossi has no talent, after years of being shown up by the very man he mocks? When did Soner think saying this was in any way appropriate? What the hell was he thining?

Let's review this again...

"obviously your ambition outweighted your talent".

This is a disgraceful thing to say. It would be bad enough if Stoner had said it to a less experienced biker, one who had'nt achieved greatness like Rossi, reeking as it does in arrogance. But that he said it to the finest rider in history just beggars belief.

Here's hoping this absurd comment comes back to bite Stoner on his little 8 stone arse, the pompious, arrogant, self rigthteous lout.

Monday, April 18, 2011

The Chairman knows best II

Did anyone see the ever lovely Vicky Pendleton has done a "sexy" photoshoot, though not, I must admit, for FHM. Instead, she get her incredibly pert bottom out in the Evening Standard magazine. She is going through the motions is our Vicky. As I have already said. She knows the butch Ana Meares has her number. Rather than prancing about in a singlet Vicks, how about getting down the gym to do some work?

The Chairman knows best.

Alex Ferguson is laughing at you...

I don't want to. I really don't. But I can't help it. Another day, another host of stories illustrating quite perfectly why football continues to sink into the depths of shame. A hateful game, played by hateful yobs, managed by shameless, corrupt officials and cheered on by the preening cowards in the MSM.

This monster, this man mountain of self loathing sanctimony "Sir" Alex Ferguson really tops it all off.

Relentlessly rude, arrogant and deeply unpleasant, he continues to have the media lapping up his every word, for fear of course of being the next poor journo banned from his tedious, ill-mannered press conferences. As I have said before, he is not some sort of machiavellian genius. He is Scottish shop steward who got very lucky.

That he has refused to speak to the BBC for how ever many years, in flagrant abuse of his contractual obligations, just shows what a shower of shit this over-indulged shop steward is. And the FA tiptoes round him, as if he is some sort of demigod, rather than the mean spirited bully he is. And preening over coiffured lackeys like Henry Winter drool all over him. Happy to ave a go at the idiot Wenger, he then proceeds to defend Ferguson using the tired old "bottle of red wine after a game" routine. How long have we heard that? Does this in any way justify or excuse Ferguson's one man assault on decency? The man is a disgrace. Yet Winter bends over backwards to defend him.

Now Ferguson was the only manager of the four semi final teams not to co-operate with cuckolded FA Cup sponsors EON. In many ways it serves them right. There is a lesson here - don't get involved in football, or with footballers (though I note with a due sense of depression that drinks makers are queueing up to sign up Rooney how Coke has dropped him). But when all three other maangers had the common courtesy to at least pose for a few pics, Ferguson was off sulking into his porridge. Again, he does this with impunity. They are scared of him. It's pathetic. "ooh, but he shares a glass of wine with the opposing manager". Does he fuck.

Meanwhile the ghastly Mario Balotelli continues to disappoint. A borderline sociopath, Balotelli can't even put on a training bib without someone's help. He displays total contempt to his teammates, to his club and to the moron Man City fans who seem to think he is a wonderful asset to the club. He detests Manchester. He detests the club that pays his monstrous wages. He parks his car at the door of the training ground, despite being told not to, again and again. He mocks English football and England and we let him get away with it.

Capello chooses to go to Spain for some R&R and to watch the glamour game, buy another renaissance masterpiece to add to his collection for his Tuscan villa, rather than having the goddammn common fucking courtesy to watch some FA Cup games which may, just maybe might result in one or two english payers (are there any left?) showing they are capable and can kick with both feet. He mocks the FA and those that pay his vast salary.

El Hadji-Diouf thinks Gaddafi is great.

A Man Utd coach kicks a hole in a wall at Wembley, a typically graceless reaction to defeat. Cue a host of plebs thinking they can do the same thing.

And why is it footallers do not have the courtesy to look their opponents in the eyes when "shaking hands" (if that is what they call it) after a game. It is bizarre. They shake hands while looking soemwhere else. Watch it and you will see what I mean. Why? Cos noone has told thenm to pull their head in and show some bloody respect. Like Rooney, Baloteli, Ferguson. The list goes on. These people are allowed to get away with whatever they want and the media, like Winter, are complicit in it.

Winter's column today praising 19-yr old Jack Wilshere for his "responsibility" a month after his 22-yr old ex girlfried gives birth to his kid just shows the depths to which football has sunk.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Chairman knows best II

As The Chairman predicted... the ever lovely Vicky Pendleton has done a glam photo shoot, though not I must confess in FHM. Still, the point stands. It is with huge regret that I must confirm her desire is shot and the ghastly Anna Meares has her number.

The Chairman knows best.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The grotesque Wayne Rooney

Where does one start with this grotesque? This utter imbecile. This hateful, arrogant, rude, ill-educated yob. A disgrace to himself and the game.

We could start with his choice of "ladies of the night". I would rather focus on his general demeanour. His sense of entitlement willfully encouraged by the adoring mindless masses of football fans and the media.

His hateful attitude on the pitch. His violent reaction to scoring a goal (not that we have seen much of them recently). His stuffing his fat gormless face with pizza, while still taking the Man Utd shilling while "recovering" in some ghastly Dubai hellhole with his tedious pikey wife (why was he not fined for this? Why did Man Utd not demand his salary back?). His foul language. His snarling, sneering face, cluelessly excused as "passion" by the adoring meeja.

This bloke has no shame. No pride. No sense of self worth. He represents not just everything that is wrong with football, the most hateful of all sports, but he is a true symbol of the ultimate decay of English society.

This is a man earning in excess of 200 grand a week. The average Aussie NRL player takes home A$120,000 a year. About 70,000 quid. Rooney earns this in just over 2 days. NRL players play more games, train significantly harder, play a much harder game, with pride and passion. Are they all saints? Clearly not. What Australian sportsman is? But they take a much bigger role in the general community than our disgraceful footballers. They actually work for their money. It is a joke how little they earn.

I did a bit of digging around a footballer's working week. If they play on Saturday, they get Monday off. They train 2 hours in the afternoon on Tues, Wed and Thurs, before rest on Friday which may include travel. They are under no obligation to do any community work whatsoever. They are under no obligation to get fitter (I am constantly amazed by how out of shape our "elite" footballers are: Andy Carroll is fat. Cole is puny. Rooney is patently unfit. Gerrard is just plain weedy. Have you seen a German footballer? Lean, tall, strong, fit. It is lamentable.)

Instead, they buy expensive cars, play playstation. The odd one might play golf, or buy a house or two. Meanwhile footballers on the continent learn how to kick with their other foot (when did you see Cole kick a ball with his right foot? Or come to think of it, Beckham kick a ball with his left foot? Compare that to Ronaldo, or Messi. Or any European player).

This is unnacceptable, but indulged by idiot English football managers, who like the players, are far more interested in what they can take fom the game than what they can give to it. What should they be doing? Learn how to pass accurately. Get fitter, stronger. Improve their technical skills. (for those interested, a superb piece by Glenn Hoddle from 2010 which neatly sets out many of the technical issues with English football:

English footballers revel in their ineptitude. Watching the English football team is simply laughable. They are just plain rubbish. People blab on about Rooney and Gerrard. Neither would make any tier one nationla side. No way, no how. They are not up to it. They are symbolic of English football's demise.

You empty headed football fans who get excited about an England international. Grow up. Do you think the players so handsomely rewarded give a monkey's about representing their country? Course they don't. They are already planning which nightclub to go to, which airheaded bimbo they will shag in their mid-priced hotel room (I love that Ashley Cole was too tight to go beyond a Travel Lodge for the tarts he was scragging).

Do you think Capello in any way gives a flying fuck about the English team? Course not. He is too busy flying back to Italy to buy another work of art for his collection in his Tuscan mansion. 3 years and less English than I have Japanese. It;s a disgrace, but indulged by the greasy shysters at the FA. Always accompanied by that wierd looking translator with a pony tail. Where the hell did the FA drag this oddball from? It's a never ending circle of contempt. They are laughing at you.

I just despair at the game football has become. I weep at the thick louts who spend their DSS money watching a bunch of preening, self serving yobs kick a ball about aimlesssly, worshipping these fools who openly despise and mock them in return.

You are all welcome to it. I despise you as much as I despise the game of football.