Monday 30 June 2008

Corrida

"...the picadors of course, each one on his horse. I shouted 'Ole!' every time one was gored... I cheered at the banderilleros' display, As they stuck the bull in their own clever way. For I hadn't had so much fun since the day My brother's dog Rover Got run over."

Two of my obsessions are numbers and football, and those are the reasons for me posting this.

Last night's Euro 08 final was a joy to watch. Germany was the bull, with the scarlet-clad Spanish players each taking their part in his long lingering death and the cliche of Torres the torero, which I believe the 5 Live commentary team managed to pick up on at some point. Chrissy Waddle, btw, is beginning to lose his charm for me, with his deliberate mispronunciations and ever so matey banter. Give me the pervy old Turnip Head any day of the week. Ballack's little head clash was a classic picador moment, it's just a shame that nobody fixed a nice garland to him for him to run around with for the remainder of the game.

Anyway, I guess we have to say that the best team won in the end. At least Spain scored more goals than anyone else, played the most exciting football.

As for the numbers... During the year 2007, I posted 100 times. So far this year, I have racked up 48 (including this one) and need to post a little more than 8 times each month to reach 100 by the end of this year.

45 comments:

Anonymous said...

Soccer? Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. By the way, why is Taylor a pervert? (I'm assuming this is what 'pervy' means.)

Myeral said...

If you listened to 5Live whilst watching the TV coverage, all would become clear.

Anonymous said...

Well, yes, but would you be so kind as to actually answer my question?

Anonymous said...

Dear Frank

I was watching the game and so might be able to help you there. First of all, call me a pedant if you like, but 'Pervy' doesn't necessarily mean 'pervert', it can have connotations of 'lecherous' I think you'll find. It was half time during a recent Euro 08 game, and I was commentating for 5Live alongside Graham, though the pictures were also being shown on BBC1. It came to half time, and there was the usual jolly banter between us pundits about text messages received from listeners. However, I don't think Graham was aware that the subtleties behind his radio words were being conveyed by the boob tube to the watching millions. So, I, who wasn't watching a TV monitor mentioned that Spoony is always going on about text messages - which he is! Just then (so I'm told) the director of the TV coverage decided to go with a crowd shot of a rather attractive and very buxom young lady holding a mobile phone in her hand. You could almost hear Graham's lips smacking together just before he said:

"Yes, and I can see where those text messages are coming from, Alan"

I was confused, let me tell you.

Anonymous said...

I think you are being most unfair to Mr. Taylor. In my dictionary "lechery" is defined as: Inordinate indulgence in sexual activity. If you are seriously suggesting that admiring someone's breasts is lechery then you need to get out more. Or get in more.

Anonymous said...

I think you're definitely being a bit cheeky. Leave it out.

Anonymous said...

Yes, leave Mr Taylor alone. If anyone's lecherous it's me.

Anonymous said...

According to my dictionary, lechery's what you make it, but then again, I am an anarhist.

Anonymous said...

What's all this talk of dictionaries? The only book worth reading is the Bible. Of soul!

Anonymous said...

Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor! Not a lecher nor an undertaker!

Anonymous said...

Sir, how dare you spletch my life's work? You mountebank!

Anonymous said...

Signor Taylor, Il ultra componus avanti calcio redactio. Mucho brava et escule por que appreciatio del ragazza melonnies!
Por Favor! Et in arcadia turnipo!

Anonymous said...

everything's gone green.

Anonymous said...

I smash you now!

Anonymous said...

I'd just like to point out that I'm not the man who was here earlier. Now where's my candlestick?

Anonymous said...

I'd just like to point out for your American readers that I'm not the man in the previous comment.

Anonymous said...

Oh Reverend, put that thing away and come to the conservatory to see my lead pipe

Anonymous said...

Hey! Are you me?

Anonymous said...

No. You are someone else.

Anonymous said...

Am I you?

Anonymous said...

No, I'm you and you're someone else.

Anonymous said...

Who am I again?

Anonymous said...

Why not move here? Everyone here can remember who they are for most of the day.

Anonymous said...

And they mean that most sincerely folks!

Anonymous said...

Did I just say that?

Anonymous said...

no.

Anonymous said...

Who said that?

Anonymous said...

Who said what?

Anonymous said...

Hugh's on first?

Anonymous said...

Hughie's usually on first. And second and third...

Anonymous said...

I'd love to take part in your little chat but I'm watching the tennis.

Anonymous said...

Who's winning?

Anonymous said...

Hugh's winning?

Anonymous said...

Am I winning?

Anonymous said...

Is some dead guy winning Wimbledon?

Anonymous said...

Well, neither of the players have suddenly lurched into the crowd and attempted to devour some Surrey housewife's brains, so...no.

Anonymous said...

Well, the match isn't over yet.

Anonymous said...

Are you seriously suggesting that some dead guy could win Wimbledon?

Anonymous said...

Do you see the irony Mr Henman?

Anonymous said...

Leave Tiger Tim alone! He is one of this great Island's greatest battlers! Him and Mr Taylor.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Frank, loved you in Planet of the Apes!

Anonymous said...

Christ! It's Sunday! I don't have time for this!

Anonymous said...

I've just won Wimbledon!

Anonymous said...

Congratulations! It just shows what you can do with a little bit of pluck and old-fashioned elbow grease.
You know the problem these days? People don't WANT to work. Mr Zumbie is a fine example to any young people watching.

Myeral said...

Hey! What about my blog?