World Cup Prediction League

It fills me with no end of ennui to announce the Beat The First Man World Cup sort-of-Prediction league. In the absence of anything else to do, or by way of a compliment to the far more exciting stuff that ypu are doing, get yourself over to Sport Guru, get yourself an account, and then register for the Beat The First Man league with the password " lulldads "

Oh, what fun will be had. Or possibly, oh, what fun will be had?

101 Great Goals 09/10

Every good end of season needs some speccy no-mark to sit in a darkened room and create a compilation. Whether it's a slow-mo recap of all the highlights of the tournament with "cutting edge" yoof tunes, or a dry-as-you-like list of exceptional throw ins of our time, someone, somewhere, has compared and contrasted into the wee small hours.

And sometimes they use some bloody awful electronica to back it up

From Worksop To The World Cup

Ah, pre-tournament friendlies. A casual kick-about, serving little purpose other than to engender false hope/fear in the fans, risk injury to the star players, and earn a bit of cash for the littler opponents. As with all friendlies, pre-season in Aldershot, or pre-tournament in Auckland, the players are really just going through the motions.

Unless of course it is New Zealand v Australia.

The internet is awash with game-based violence. And it is a right old hoot, of course. The reason this merits special mention is because it involves a bloke who played for Worksop. I may even have watched him play for Worksop. He wasn't Blake Norton though. I liked Blake Norton.

Ladies and gents, I give you Leo Bertos

Zinadine Zidane is rubbish

I can do that

The Bosnian Cup Final

Bit more.... dramatic than it's English corporate whorefest counterpart



First seen in a tweet by the rather excellent Danny of European Football Weekends fame

I Can't Even Watch This

Truthfully, I don't know how this ends. But I can't imagine the word "well" gets invoked anywhere.

Is there any money left to be wrung from the saps?

Football fans are continually bleating that they are being priced out of the game. Actually, scrap that. Premier League fans are. When a season ticket at Highbury can cost over £1800, you can't help thinking they might have a point. But then you realise that a. they're Arsenal fans and b. no-one is forcing them.

Equally a season ticket to Ewood Park can cost as little as £200, which does seem like remarkable value. Even more so if Big Sam does go to Wham and they start playing football again.

But the ever-depressing march of consumerism means that EPL clubs have to be ever more imaginative when trying to squeeze that extra bit of sterling from their frankly idiotic sychophants. On which note we must begrudgingly tip our hats to the folk in the marketing department of the hilariously screwed Liverpool. At a time when the manager is definitely staying, is off, would like to stay, one star might be off, and another is busying himself looking like a llama, the office staff have decided the one thing that will save them is a swarm of beer-bellied Scousers dressed as superheroes.

Shamlessly stolen from a tweet from the curator of Mossley80.

Wednesday Wallop (a day late)

So, last game of the season and you're in a relegation dogfight. Your opponents are at the top end of the table, vying for the title. You get a free kick, and the skipper steps up.

That synposis doesn't really do this winning goal justice. Read it and weep Franky Lamps.

Movie Trailer: ‘One Night In Turin’ – England’s Italia 90 Story

In case you hadn't noticed, there's a World Cup looming. There seems to be a quiet confidence heading in to this one. It may just be that I am not subjecting my ears to the gung-ho jingoism of Talk Absolute Shite, but I'm sure preceding tournaments have been ramping up the hyperbole by now.

Anyway, cast of the doubts about the emotional and physical frailties of the back line, and slip into somethiong far more reassuring; namely Italia 90. It's out on DVD at the end of the month apparently. Watch it in your plastic St George's bowler hat, free with THE SUN!!!!!!! Then go thump a foreigner.

League Table 2000 - 2010

So, no prizes for guessing who the most succesful team of the last 10 years was. Indeed, not so many surpises at the top end of the Prmeier table (t'was ever thus)

However, look lower down and there are one or two shocks. Blackburn mid-table? Forest mid-table in the Championship?? And who's that propping up everyone else??? (alright, that's not so much of a shock)

Thanks to Sporting Intelligence for doing all the hard sums.

Just some pics that please me

For sale

Who says Americans are insular?

Dad Of The Year

A Proper Goal-Scoring Keeper

Jimmy Glass? Pah!

Give Me Football Anyday

With much thanks to the 66POW for the find

The One Where Everything Came Together

Burton Albion 3 Grimsby Town 0

Fizzy Pop League Two

And so it comes to this. At a stage of the season where most clubs have nothing to play for, I find myself caught between two stools. On the one hand, Tranmere need a win and some favourable results to stay in League One. On the other Barnet need to at least match Grimsby's result to stay in League Two. Oh for a season of midtable meh-ness.

So, there were offers of tickets to the Stockport Tranmere game (3000 travelled). But I knew I'd be worried about the Barnet game. And there were invites to the Barnet Rochdale game. But I knew I'd be worried about the Tranmere game. So instead, and fed by last week's festival of thuggery at Grimsby, I plumped for the relative anonymity of the Burton end, and hoped.

As it happens, I needn't have fretted too greatly. Grimsby were a shadow of the team that had stood toe to toe with Barnet last week. Yes, they were unlucky to come up against a 46 year old keeper who had one of the best games of his life I suspect. But they still lacked any great commitment to the cause.

As ever, there was an ex-player involved, this time in the form of Greg Pearson. He'd been at Barnet on loan from West Ham a few years back, and was supposed to be shit hot. He wasn't. Which is why he now plays for Burton. He scored a screamer, made another, and generally did for Grimsby in no uncertain terms.

Elsewhere, Tranmere were winning, Dirty Leeds were, temporarily losing, and down to ten men, and seemed like the stars were aligning. Alas, Dirty Leeds sorted themselves out, as we know. But this was a minor blot on an otherwise lovely day.

Turns out internet cohort Pickwell was in attendance too. Abut 15 yards away by our calculations. If only we had communications devices eh? Anyway, he is far more fastidious in his reporting. And he probably hasn't mislaid his camera lead either. So I recommend reading his blog at some point. And if you are of such a mind, there will be Barnet reports here, there is already one here and Tranmere reports here.

I think we're done here.

The One Where Reality Came Crashing Down

Grimsby Town 2 Barnet 0

Fizzy Pop League 2

When "they" speak of relegation six-pointers, this is what they mean. Grimsby have been on good terms with the relegation positions all season. Barnet were top of the table in mid September, but have subsequently plummeted faster than Gordon Brown's spirit following bigot-gate (satire. Can't buy material like this). To the point where Barnet are now the only team that can stop Grimsby joining Darlington in the Blue Square Conference next season, with trips to Barrow and Histon to look forward to.

Of course, Barnet are no stranger to crunch games like this. A few years back, there was a game against Torquay on the last day of the season that would send the loser down. They lost that one too.

Desperate times at Underhill lead to the midweek sacking of manager Ian Hendon, with Conference-winning and England C-managing Paul Fairclough being brought in from upstairs for the final two games. Speaking with fans before, and during, the game, his impact has been immediate, in terms of attitude and performance if not, ultimately, results. Unfortunately, that's the one that really matters.

Both teams started out nervously, fully aware of what was at stake. A point would do Barnet. For Grimsby, a win would take things down to the last game of the season. Occasional forays into rival territory were easily repelled by both defences. Barnet's much hyped wingers failed to deliver, whilst Grimsby's more mobile front line were crying out for service. Backed by a well-lubricated and vociferous travelling support (the volume of which I hadn't experienced with Barnet for some time), Barnet got to half time on a clean sheet; hope was growing. 45 minutes, and the job was done. We may not get out of Blundell Park alive, but it would be a small price to pay.

Second half started with more confidence from both teams. Barnet knew they were passing the ball well, and had found faith in themselves. Grimsby knew they hadn't nothing to lose, and finally started to play like they understood that. Barnet's insistence on passing the ball out from the back may have caused a few jitters in the crowd, but it had clearly knocked Grimsby off their stride in the first half. One team talk later, and they understood they had to press the defensive line more, and force the errors.

The errors came. They are covered in more depth here. And there will be a more impassioned and informed view of proceedings here no doubt. For me, though, I saw a team that could play football, whose destiny is still in it's own hands. Fairclough has a week to install belief into a borw beaten squad. If the Underhill masses back them. If Rochdale are content to put their feet up. A win is all that is needed. not even that. Just match whatever Grimsby achieve at Burton. It is possible. It's more than possible. It just won't necessarily be fun.

Barnet, then.