Sothall_Blade
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So, I went in my local to watch the match.
It gets to about 15:35 and they're still showing some other nondescript match on BT Sports 1.
"Are you going go have the Blades match on today" I enquire at the bar.
"Probably, when is it on?"
"Now" I replied. (Yes, I know it was only the preamble but I like to see that as well. I'd spotted various other Blades fans gathering and nobody was the slightest bit interested in the other match)
So, I resumed my position near the telly and eventually the channel changes.
Pictures of Uve Rosler accompanied by the strains of some dance track or other over the pub speakers.
Is he our new manager? No, he's only the pundit. What's he saying about us? Dunno?
After a few more minutes of this, eventually the sound matches the pictures and we're off.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Sunday afternoon (as Billy Joel might have said) and the drinks are flowing.
The bar staff are struggling to cope with demand, there's a 5 minute wait for drinks and cash tills are ringing.
Until about 5 seconds after the final whistle blows that is.
Then it's off with the football commentary, on with the obscure hip-hop track that absolutely nobody was waiting to hear.
Call me sad (it goes with the territory) but I wanted to hear what Michael Doyle was saying.
I wanted to know what Uve Rosler said. I wanted to be around for the post-Mortem and identify the body.
I guarantee that most of the people in that pub were there to watch football, nobody was there to hear hip-hop.
The implicit message was "That's it football fans. You've had your two hours of fun/misery. We've had your money. Now f&&& off". So I did.
This happens time and again in too many pubs to mention. Maybe it's just me?
It gets to about 15:35 and they're still showing some other nondescript match on BT Sports 1.
"Are you going go have the Blades match on today" I enquire at the bar.
"Probably, when is it on?"
"Now" I replied. (Yes, I know it was only the preamble but I like to see that as well. I'd spotted various other Blades fans gathering and nobody was the slightest bit interested in the other match)
So, I resumed my position near the telly and eventually the channel changes.
Pictures of Uve Rosler accompanied by the strains of some dance track or other over the pub speakers.
Is he our new manager? No, he's only the pundit. What's he saying about us? Dunno?
After a few more minutes of this, eventually the sound matches the pictures and we're off.
It's a pretty good crowd for a Sunday afternoon (as Billy Joel might have said) and the drinks are flowing.
The bar staff are struggling to cope with demand, there's a 5 minute wait for drinks and cash tills are ringing.
Until about 5 seconds after the final whistle blows that is.
Then it's off with the football commentary, on with the obscure hip-hop track that absolutely nobody was waiting to hear.
Call me sad (it goes with the territory) but I wanted to hear what Michael Doyle was saying.
I wanted to know what Uve Rosler said. I wanted to be around for the post-Mortem and identify the body.
I guarantee that most of the people in that pub were there to watch football, nobody was there to hear hip-hop.
The implicit message was "That's it football fans. You've had your two hours of fun/misery. We've had your money. Now f&&& off". So I did.
This happens time and again in too many pubs to mention. Maybe it's just me?
