Actually we’re not exactly football mad in this household, the OH is (in a big way), but he’s pretty much on his own in his chosen path. The kids all love a kick around in the garden and 2 of the 3 have been to proper football matches – if you concede that Watford play proper football – but, try as he might, the OH is on his own when it comes to loving the beautiful game.
That said, I couldn’t let the World Cup 2010 pass without dedicating at least one post to it. We have done our bit – the kids all have their unofficial England clobber and we’ve been flying the flag with chavish abandon. We have a vuvuzela and we’re learning to do more than beat each other up with it, and the Panini album is gradually starting to fill – please don’t tell me how much it would cost to fill the whole thing, I really don’t need to know!
It’s a universally accepted truth (in this house) that the Beeb beats ITV around the head with a big stick when it comes to all things football. Why does ITV insist on employing folk with the combined charisma of a Koi carp? It’s pitiful to watch, and as Julia suggested last night, we’d have been better off turning off the sound and listening to 5Live. The BBC has the best pundits, the best production, probably the best budgets, and always the best all round entertainment. But there’s been two things about their coverage of the football festival so far that have left me reeling.
The first was the promo for the game between Brazil and North Korea – I’ve looked everywhere for a link so I can share it but it would appear that it has been un-made in true Orwellian style. Maybe the odd combination of tongue in cheek ‘humour’ and failed jokes about communism didn’t really happen, but Gary Linekar and I shared a confused and dazed look as he swept the link under the BBC shagpile.
And then we had Shearer, not the most charismatic of pundits but obviously a man who knows his onions – on the pitch that is. Hands up the producer who thought it would be a good idea to send a millionaire, cocooned life celebrity into the townships to talk post-apartheid South Africa? No wonder he smelled faintly of embarrassment, although that’s no excuse for him to swagger along, hands in pockets, chewing gum. The most hideous segment showed him asking how a black South African man felt during segregation, and how this compared to post-apartheid – honestly a worse heads in hands moment than the 1990 penalty shoot out.
I’m all for the World Cup being an opportunity for some solid social commentary but please don’t insult people by sending in sports commentators to do a journalist’s job. Still, after last night’s horror of a match against Algeria I doubt we’ll be in it too much longer so I’ll be able to retreat back to late night blogging happy in the knowledge that I supported the boys in their hour of need. The OH retains some semblance of belief, but knows that really it’s never ‘coming home’…’66 was a fluke #justsaying.