The Wednesday football was not watched by my good self, although I did watch the match last night between Team GB and Team Senegal. I have no idea why our national entry has to have the prefix "Team" when no other country deems it necessary to use such a label. For equality, I have therefore balanced things with 'Team Senegal'. After the build up yesterday, I actually thought that for the football, the whole "Team GB" thing was a mix-up; that the letters were wrong, and the players were really part of "Team RG". I reached this conclusion after the nauseating and continued arse-licking comments by all involved, lauding the oh-so-marvellous-and-bemedalled Ryan Giggs. He has obviously saved a small amount of energy for exertions on a football field at approx 112 x 77 yards, rather than that other area measuring 5ft x 6ft 3 inches.
Team RG was at times singular, and at other times plural. "Team GB are going to have to . . . " was typically followed by "Team GB is hoping to . . . " during the commentary. Joe Allen had been noted as an Englishman in the programme, rather than a Welshman, but that seemed a minor cock-up in comparison with the displaying of the South Korea flag to represent the North Korea team. The GB/RG show was hardly impressive. The quality of the football was as dire as the quality of the new team strip. Are all McCartneys useless?
The players in Team Senegal were quite simply out practising their lunges and poor tackles, commonly arriving one second too late and nobbling Team RG players. 'Physical' was the term used by commentators, and that was certainly the truth. The real score in this match (based on poor tackling being the mark of success) was Senegal 79 - GB 6.
The referee was pathetic. In fact, he was so awful, I would have torched him if I'd been invited to run in the relay and received (bought) a torch. The total lack of control, admonishment for shit tackling and the almost non-existent use of red and yellow cards was obvious. The real crunch (quite literally for Craig Bellamy) was the horrendous challenge right on the edge of the penalty area with ten minutes to go. The player should have been shown a yellow card, although a red would have been fine as well, and the penalty would have allowed GB/RG/Team McCartney to have a great chance of going 2-0 up. Instead, the twat in charge showed he was a twat and he confirmed for ever his inability to referee a match. The goal by Team Senegal a few minutes later was a result of the home team's uselessness.
Pearce - waste of space, matey! I am sure there are some 'positives' to take from the game, there always are, and this tired expression becomes a mixture of consolation and excuse. Hansen could moan about the 'stonewall' penalty, while today's Sun calls the non-penalty a 'cast iron' one. In summation, Robbie Savage tells the truth, saying Team GB/RG/McCartney has no chance, although 'Bronze' is mentioned in the banter by Hansen. What utter shit - I refer of course to the game itself, the refereeing, the commentary and the analysis afterwards.
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