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I always thought we sang that about Lee Dixon, who was keeping an actual Football Genius out of the England team in the 90’s. Of course, in those pre-internet days, we didn’t know about the photos Dixon had of Taylor, (redacted) and the (very redacted) in the (even more redacted) house.
Right, so here’s a song I heard on the radio in about 77 or 78 and my snotty, punky self thought, “I love that!” but I didn’t get who it was by and never heard the bloody song again. Then a good 20-odd years or so later, I was in the bog in some hotel room with MTV or some music channel on … and there came that riff. Brilliant stuff ….
I’m sure we’ve done it before. We’ve had some right w4nkers in the past.
Quick Q: Did this Thorup bloke actually turn it down? As in, he interviewed, we actually made him an offer and he said No? or is that just interweb bolix?
Short answer: The shirt. Thankfully we don't fck it up very often, either.
Saw this team on The Big Match one fateful 70’s Sunday afternoon in these AMAZING SHIRTS, running rings round some dreary, boring-shirted team when I was about 8 or 9.
Old Brian Moore kept saying “Rangers” and “Queens Park Rangers” and I thought that was really different, too. This team could have been from the other end of the country for all I knew, but I asked my Dad (Bees fan, bless him) and, thankfully, he didn’t say “you’re not supporting those bstrds” and just said “ Oh, Queen’s Park Rangers, they’re up the road. You were born near their ground” and something about the 117 bus. Queen Charlottes, of course. So that was it.
Aah, Minder was great, it really was. There was a time, when TV companies weren’t such massive caants, just smaller ones, that Minder and Only Fools and Horses were on BBC & ITV one after the other on Xmas day. Honestly, after a big Xmas dinner and Pud, what was better than flopping out on the sofa and watching those two, one after the other, on Xmas day?
Anyone who thinks Graham Taylor was any good, I tell them to watch The Impossible Job. Just when you think you might have some sympathy, at least on a human level, with the bloke, you watch Carlton Fcking Palmer and Geoff Bleedin Thomas trot out onto the pitch in an England shirt and you lose it all immediately.
It’s a great watch, though. It’s like Spinal Tap, or Anvil, but with unlikeable tw-ts in.
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