Football Heaven or Hell?
As an exile living in East Yorkshire I listen to Football Heaven but it is a bit like a tourettes for me I just can't help myself, I turn on most nights knowing what is going to happen and but hoping against hope it might be better than I thought.
I love football but quite simply think that having a football phone in 6 nights a week is a challenge to say the least as there ain't that much worth saying. Particularly in modern times with transfer windows there is bugger all to talk about between Monday and Thursday so we get the same old people ringing in every week saying the same old things most of which to put it politely is boring and repetitive.
It also gives a voice to people who because they ring in every week now see themselves as celebrities (a la Brian the idiot, sorry Blade) and actually think that they are respected pundits or comedians in some instances. Brian tonight was spouting about the youth policy he would employ if in charge and turned the subject round to the great players that had played for him, someone needs to remind how high he managed to climb in the game it might be somewhat different managing a pro club in the current times.
There is the odd caller like Clay Cross who is worth listening to, but they very much appear to be the exception. I believe DP is a regular caller, who whilst sounding vaguely intelligent pretty much always manages to come up with a criticism of SUFC which I find frustrating.
Cut it to Friday night previews and Saturdays and you might start to rebuild a show with worthwhile quality content that you don't feel like you have wasted an hour of your life listening to.
Whilst the stir is completely biased towards Wednesday I think Radio Sheffield are fairly impartial, but Paul Walker who is the leader of the gang has got an ego problem; however it is quite amusing listening to the breakfast show when he tries to keep up with Toby Foster in the comedy stakes and normally comes across as the works geek trying to be witty with the cool guy and failing miserably.
So in conclusion I must try harder not to turn the bloody radio on, so tomorrow I will go and spend an hour poking myself in the eye with a cocktail stick as it will distract me and probably be just as productive.
P.s There is the odd moment of classic comedy such as last saturday night, first caller a Blade ringing from Oxford, who hadn't been to the game and when asked about his opinion on Speeds tenure to date replied "I haven't got one" Which demands the question why the fook are you ringing a football phone in then!!
P.p.s Late night rant over, if anyone wants to discuss it further I will be the bloke with a pie, pint and eye patch in John Street on Saturday.
