Co-commentators. It’s got so bad that when I’m listening to a match on the radio, I turn down the sound

I like to watch sport on television. I’d prefer it live. But even before Covid, my days of going to see Ireland in Lansdowne Road or Leinster in the RDS were coming to an end because of my own health difficulties. So it’s the telly for me. I love rugby. I like soccer. But both … Continue reading Co-commentators. It’s got so bad that when I’m listening to a match on the radio, I turn down the sound

I watched the match today and wondered yet again: WHY DO RUGBY REFEREES HAVE TO SHOUT ALL THE TIME?

I wonder how long it will be before a referee is names Man of the Match in a game of rugby?  It seems that the men in suits who make the laws of the game (laws, note, not rules) are determined to make referees the stars of the show. The roar incessantly. “ROLL AWAY!” “USE … Continue reading I watched the match today and wondered yet again: WHY DO RUGBY REFEREES HAVE TO SHOUT ALL THE TIME?

…And the Oscar for the best faked injury of the season goes to … NEYMAR!

I am old and cranky. I know. I don’t need to be told. But while I recognise that many modern developments are brilliant, there are those I just can’t stand. Like this one. Blogging. Twitter. Facebook. But here I am. I could list 100 things around today that weren’t around in my youth that I … Continue reading …And the Oscar for the best faked injury of the season goes to … NEYMAR!

We lost. We got thrashed. But I’m not angry anymore.

I am in recovery. It’s taken a while. No, not from my recent infection which had me in hospital for 11 nights. From the match. Watching that was worse than any hospital stay. I think if I had written this on Saturday last, after the final whistle, it would have been angry. Because I was … Continue reading We lost. We got thrashed. But I’m not angry anymore.