Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Elby is Chirpy

Warning: this post concerns Premiership Football. Some of you may want to look away now.


Poor Elby, in some things he has had it tough. Like being a Manchester City supporter. That is, until now. He keeps chuckling about how pissed off Alex Fergusson must be, and about how Man City is now the richest football club in the world by a factor of 10. Semi-disbelief with moments of great glee.


The delectable Robinho


Funny

40 comments:

Philipa said...

Hi. Just wanted to say hi. I'm not a dog person you see and can't stand football so... er... hello *waves*

Hope you're all well and happy :-)

Lilith said...

That's fine Pip, not everyone is! I don't do God or the Hitchens Bros so we are even :-) *Hugs*

The Old Tarf said...

I can say your Football is a lot more exciting than what we call Football over here in Canada.

I used to cheer for Crystal Palace FC. as I lived in Streatham. When Asked what football club I supported by anyone in Pubs or on the street etc.

I used to say Ottawa RoughRiders that way I wouldn't get beat up for saying something wrong in the wrong area.

Lilith said...

Old Tarf, that was a very wise move :-)

Football is exciting sometimes. I have a kind of Dick Emery style "young Maaan" obsession with it.

idle said...

Idle's guilty secret:

I can tell Elby, as a Chelsea fan since 1967, that this new-found wealth won't make him happy in the long run.

After the brief spell of success that ended in the early 70s, we Chelsea fans spent most seasons wondering of the club would still be solvent, let alone still in Div 1 by April each year.

The Mears family (jesus, they must have been thick) eventually sold to cuddly Ken Bates, who bamboozled just about everyone with his financial juggling, and by the time the Russki pitched up, we were looking okay, sitting on a real estate treasure trove, winning the odd thing, but still completely unpredictable. In short, fun to watch.

Now? Everyone hates us (this used to be the Millwall refrain, for pete's sake), we are expected to win, we are pretty tight at the back, so half the excitement is taken away, and only thrilling going forward once every four of five games, by my reckoning. We spend tens of millions on cretins.

The new owner and his bankroll are, frankly, a bit vulgar for this old fan. I wouldn't mind a bit if he buggered off back to Kamchatka or got topped by Putin.

I would go back to the days of Osgood, Charlie Cooke, Chopper Harris and financial insecurity tomorrow. It was FUN. Now it's not.

Elby the Beserk said...

Idle,

Well, as an old City codger as well ('66 my first game, when my father - a rugby man thru' and thru' finally consented to let me go to Maine Road), all "improvements" are two edged swords for me. I'd still rather have to queue up for the Kippax on match day, I'd far rather be driving in for an evening cup replay to see the old-fashioned pylon floodlights.

I loathe the Prem, and they way it has tried to sideline the other clubs. Before I moved in with L, I used to go and watch Bristol City with various of my kids, or indeed, on my own. Think you *should* support a local club.

Also miss Maine Road as we used to meet with a bunch of mates and have a pre-match curry on the Curry Mile. Eastlands is a wasteland. Haven't been up for about 3 seasons now; too pricey, too dull, unlikely to meet old mates - but I am sure we'll get up some time this season just to sample the madness.

If it all heralds a bust and a return to simpler time, all well and good. Don't see it tho'.

I haven't been up to see City for three seasons now. Can't do it in one day on public transport (even from Bristol - can you believe it).

Elby the Beserk said...

Idle,

I would say that a visit to Stamford Bridge in the early 70s was a terrifying experience. Wolves bad. Elland Road the worst, especially when you arrive late, can only get in with the home fans and your team win and you speak different to them as wots around you.

One of my best mates is an very erstwhile Liverpool hoolie of the 60s/early 70s. Carnage. Mind you, I'd far rather have bursts of hooliganism than teenagers stabbing each other.

idle said...

Yes, the Bridge was a bit daunting for a pair of lads out from their nobby prep school for the weekend, sounding like little lord fauntleroy and his bro.

But we got used to it, always stood in the Shed, and only once did things get a bit dusty, when I refused someone my last Gold Leaf. He grabbed me by the throat before the rest of the Shed turned on him and reduced him to a gibbering wreck... he had no choice but to remove himself from the stand.

Elby the Beserk said...

Ah, those were the days. And yes, my softified prep-school'ed accent was also not to be brought out in the Kippax. Only tangles I ever got in were both at Old Trafford; else I legged it with my very long legs :-). Coventry - two miles from ground to station (it seemed, anyway) pursued by baying skinheads. Police watched on chuckling.

And fuck this seating business.

Wrinkled Weasel said...

Is the picture content specific or is there a connection with street crime?

Scroblene said...

I feel particularly ashen faced now.

Ron Knee, 64.

Lilith said...

The picture is content specific WW.

The pretty young man is a Brasilian on £90,000 a week after tax.

Scrobs, get thee to a tanning salon.

idle said...

"The pretty young man is a Brasilian on £90,000 a week after wax. Scrobs, get thee to a tanning salon."

I had no idea that pubic topiary was so expensive. No wonder these young chaps find it so hard to make ends meet on £5mill a year.

Idle is leaving the building to go to Prague for a jubilation with mates (50th). Taking the wife - coals to Newcastle?

Lilith said...

Have a wonderful time Iders! Not your 50th though?

idle said...

A few years shy of that great milestone, lil.

I am still young and vital.

Lilith said...

That's what I thought Idle..I have quite a number of friends in their 50's...it's nice to be the young'un, although I suspect I could be very busy when they all go gaga and have to be shopped for...

Wrinkled Weasel said...

when they all go gaga and have to be shopped for...

don't forget their bums.

Lilith said...

I seem to be getting rid of my friends WW. Last night one of my dinner guests flounced out when I remarked that the cost of a trip to Mumbai to attend a "stop smoking conference" would pay for a lot of nicotine patches... I don't know why she took it so hard, it's not her being sent by the NHS to India on a jolly...

Scroblene said...

She'll be back when she remembers she left her fags behind Lils...

Off to the Tannery now; I may be some time...

Lilith said...

I hope so Scrobs. Some of my friends read the Guardian and think I am Hitler.

Go easy with the UV rays x

Philipa said...

Here's my tried and trusted method of stoping smoking:

don't smoke.

Worked for me.

The Lakelander said...

As Kevin Keegan has discovered, when your club is just a rich man's plaything, your authority as a manager is being permanently undermined.

I can't think of any club that is the better for being owned by billionaires. Liverpool FC is effectively a team of foreign mercenaries with a couple of Scousers to keep some sort of credibility.

Under "the chosen one" Chelsea would frequently field teams with no UK-born players.

And people wonder why England struggle to do well international competitions?

Scroblene said...

Well, I'm back Lils...

God it hurts!

And there's Idle, in Prague with an Export size bar of Toblerone and a camera!

Bet he bought it on the ferry - they sell things like that you know, and make you think you're getting a bargain!

Pah!

Lilith said...

That'd work Pip :-)

Lakelander, I fear, as Idle also indicated, that the footie could get even duller than it's been of late, just dull in an expensive way. But Robinho can be a delight to watch.

Lilith said...

Toblerones are overrated Scrobs, I don't don't do them :-)

You be careful with your fair complexion now. You don't want to end up looking like Victoria Beckham.

electro-kevin said...

Elby - just think. Every gallon of petrol you buy goes into your club's kitty.

Scroblene said...

Victoria Beckham!!!...seeeeth, (and I'd upset Philipa...)

Actually, we've just cracked open a Cadbury's choc ice on a stick, and after a gallon or three of various 'grapal vinocities', we're going to watch Harold Enfield and his Chumlet, and see if they can make us laugh...

This is more fun so far...;0)

puzzled native said...

With so much reputed poverty in the country, can somebody explain how literally hundreds of thousands of people can afford to waste £50+ per head, plus fares and beer/pie money, each week on 2 hours of sitting or standing about watching illiterate thickheads kick a leather bag around?

PS: Just for the record I have been a Gooner since 1947, although I have not been to a match for some years now. Last time I went it was £2 to get into the stands. :-)

Lilith said...

Quite so Puzzled Native. The last match I saw was Millwall v Barnsley back in the 90's. I tell a lie, it was Juve v AC Milan in Turin, but the tickets were only £4 and the stadium was only a third full. Some semi final. It's only the mad English who sell their souls for tickets to premiership matches.. We won't even pay the £8 to watch it on telly. 5 Live is as close as we get to the action.

Lilith said...

Oh, and Elby sometimes goes to see Bristol City.

Lilith said...

I hope the choc ice cooled you down a bit after your roasting on the tanning spit, Scrobs :-) Do you look like Tom Jones yet? Actually, I prefer you pale. Factor 50 and a parasol is what you Really need ;-)

Lilith said...

E-K at last, someone noticed the link!

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

Football is a great international language. No matter what country a man is from, if he is forced by someone (usually a girl who says 'ooh lets meet my random friends!) into a situation where there is another man he's never met before, the conversation will be:

So... er.. missing the footy for this?
Yeah, I support XXXX
I support YYYYYY
REally? Fancy a Beer?

And they'll spend the next 3 hours discussing whether Glazier is draining capital from the club or whether yesterdays' super goal should have really been offside.

Lilith said...

It's quite incredible, Merms. I have found it opens up conversational avenues with young men who had previously only grunted at me. I find they can get almost animated and semi articulate!

Scroblene said...

Merms said...

"So... er.. missing the footy for this?

No...

killemallletgodsortemout said...

I thought that Robinho bloke got stabbed in London ages ago.

They all look the same to me, I suppose......

electro-kevin said...

No, Killemall ... this is the guy that had just got ten A* GCSEs and who's embarking on a career as an architect.

Wrinkled Weasel said...

"Some of my friends read the Guardian and think I am Hitler. "

You aren't?
What's with the moustache then?

(and you can send me your unwanted toblerones)

Lilith said...

No, no, Killem, E-K, that is a young Brasilian, and as such, avoided a transfer to Chelsea in case he got shot on the tube.

Lilith said...

My moustache is a family heirloom WW.