...so 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.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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.
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.
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.
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: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-1291591/GLENN-HODDLE-The-future-England-team-frightening-Our-game-needs-radical-changes.html)
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.
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: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-1291591/GLENN-HODDLE-The-future-England-team-frightening-Our-game-needs-radical-changes.html)
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.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The Chairman knows best
If you can indulge me just for a few moments...
Ponting gone
GB cycling badly found out in Holland
England hammered by the Irish in the 6 Nations
English football(ers) lamentable.
The Chairman knows best.
Ponting gone
GB cycling badly found out in Holland
England hammered by the Irish in the 6 Nations
English football(ers) lamentable.
The Chairman knows best.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Goodbye Richard
So he's off. And not a moment too soon. However our Richard "still has plenty to offer Australian cricket". Plenty of self loathing and disgraceful behaviour yes. His performacne in the world cup was an utter shambles. That he was able to walk, rather than be pushed, just shows how spineless Cricket Australia is. And just who was that idiot in the poncy bow tie in the press conference? Trying a bit too hard there old boy. Good riddance. Of course I am delighted Ponting will hang around like a bad smell. With him and that oaf Katich in the dressing room, you can be sure it will be the most hateful team in world cricket. Poor little Michael Clarke having to captain a news side with these 2 idiots breathing down his ghastly tattooed neck. He doesn't stand a chance.
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