Good evening.
I missed the John Cross interview with Smatterfaeces earlier today. But I have it now. My particular thanks to @JellySmiff for very kindly supplying the required URL.
Smatterfaeces kicks off with a token nod at being allowed onto the premises at The Lane. If I were Levy & Co. I’d remove this crumb’s access. Who cares if he likes going there? His job is to report and may I add at this juncture I don’t even care if it’s objective, biased or bi-curious.
What isn’t on is him swanning about the gaff being all chummy. But then once on air being all sniffy about THFC, talking about them with such contempt …well it’s difficult to believe he values his free seat. In fact it’s impossible.
So we have a Chelsea fan of diminished broadcast talent goading along a hostile witness anyway in the form of the ever amiable John Cross.
Cross’ Arsenal credentials aren’t the issue. And it would also be crude to simply level a charge of being just another one of Arry’s media pals at him. Cross is guilty of a far more serious crime. Guilty of having a nafifng clue about the subject matter for which …he gets paid.
Smatterfaeces is a low rent ringmaster and Cross a partially house trained chimpanzee in media circus that cannot give tickets away. Trading in sneers is no way to analyse football. Their conversation may have passed for banter between ‘a couple of white van man drivers’ in half empty pub on a rainy day, but it wasn’t.
The assertion that Andres Villas Boas is some ‘got lucky once schmuck’ is beyond disingenuous. It’s plain old carny mentally inbred thick.
The solitary thing that amused me about these two is not that they think they can predict the future and but they clearly believe that on a more serreptitious level that they will tap into the innermost fears of Tottenham fans.
I’ve been (for me) quite avidly devouring analysis on Boas’ career to date. If you’re all very good boys and girls I may knock you bandy with my opinion on what’s out there tomorrow. I’ll leave you on this. Times have been tough online for sites to even stand still. talkSPORT might just want to consider what’s provoking debate and what’s alienating Ad revenue.
Harry, any chance you could post that link for the rest of us who don’t have the media goldmine also known as ‘Sky’.
I’ve also noticed that the aforementioned goldmine tweets ‘latest’ after the rest of us have fully digested the ‘latest’ for 12 hours.
Are they that much behind the rest of the footballing nation?
Apologies, now added but here she is http://www.talksport.co.uk/radio/all-spor …
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Did you see that turd Richard Keys had a go at Thudd on twitter today?
@TSKeysandGray.
Proper low life stuff. I couldn’t help myself. After all Thudd is injured?!
You remind me of the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Has anyone seen my hat? x x
Go in peace – Sister.
Over there, it’s got Mitre written on it.
Archobishop of canterbury?
You mean the on ewho is wanting to blame all those nasty Israelis for the rain of Hamas and Hezbollah rockests raining onto Israel and who has as much of a clue aboutt he world as those two err “journalists”?
I normally avoid your delirious headlines but I thought I’d pop in for this one. No idea what you’re talking about, but fair play to you, Harry, your cutting edge in your own indescribable sphere. Keepy-uppy Mate ;)
High praise from you sir.
Thank you.
I haven’t got a nafifng clue what you mean.
you’ve got issues love.
p.s. do you fancy a drink some time?
I listen to Matterface and Cross this morning , if there is anyone who is supposed to be a source of information but actually has no knowledge of the subject they are talking about its that fucker Cross.
Every time John “y’know umm err” Cross is on the radio, I have to turn off or turn over. the bloke drives me nuts. He can’t string a sentence together let alone give any shred of interesting dialect on football!
They are trhe most infuriating of all interviews after Beckham or whoever has said “.. you know” for the forty-third time, I start to scream at the TV, ” Of course I don’t know you effing retard. If I knew,I wouldn’t have to listen to your drivel”.
Cue wife to telephone men in white coats to get the rubber room ready.