I’m human about it to a point these days now but there increasingly a lot of time I hate the the thing.
As a child getting into football late 60s early 70s adolescent days I loved it ,trouble was you couldn’t hardly get any in those days.
Football preview with Sam leatch on grandstand Saturday dinner time later to become football focus with Bob Wilson showing last weeks goals,on the ball Brian Moore on itv .match of the day that night ,highlights on Sunday afternoon,couple of reports in the mirror Monday and that was it for the week ..nothing till next week.
Season ends in may then football ceased to exist till day before the season started in august ,absolutely nothing about .
As Rob says the commentators were miles better ,no pre scripted agenda driven shite just said what was happening in front of them, on their own ,no co commentator or pundit.David Coleman ..toshak Keegan …one nil ..perfect .Barry Davies ,John motson ,Brian Moore and the great Peter jones on second half radio 2 commentary..wonderful ,the soundtrack to my youth until I could go to the games for real.
Nowadays the very thing I craved as youngster is here ,wall to wall coverage ,24-7 ,live games by the gallon …and I hate it I wish it would fuck off sometimes with all the bullshit we have to endure ,banter ,carra , Neville ,so called controversy at every turn ,sly sport ,by ,talkshite ,all this turns me into a knobhead.
Don’t get me wrong ,these last 9 nine years watching klopps reds giving us one high after another,classic days and nights that have added hugely to our great history and will go down in anfield folklore .it’s been a hell of a ride .all this turns me back to a human .
So tomorrow I will watch the game from precisely the point the kick off takes place ,with the sound muted ,go mental when we score ,switch off at half time ,same routine for the second half then ,win ,lose or draw switch it off at full time and just wish it was like it was back in my youth .