10 things the admin can, and can’t, fully get behind - 22nd April
EFL double-headers, bigs slabs of lasagne and someone shitting in a ref’s trainer. Grim.
Day late, this. But admin wasn’t for grafting over Easter weekend. Nahhh. Jesus wouldn’t have wanted that. Back now, though. And there’s plenty to get stuck into.
EFL double-headers are fuckin’ mint, aren’t they? Need more of ‘em. Not sure how we squeeze ‘em in, mind. But someone can find a way, surely. Four day weekends too. Happily take a few more of ‘em throughout the year. Every quarter or somet’? Easy does it.
There’s a new gaff in Liverpool. Called Cafe Baggio. As in Bobby Baggio. A football cafe by day and bar by night. They serve big fuck off slabs of lasagne. And garlic bread whilst Champions League footy’s on. It’s all homemade by one of the owners, Simon. Lasagne had a reyt good crispy top layer. Full of flavour. Well filled. Garlic bread provided the perfect vessel. Slap 'em both together for a little lasagne butty. No bother. Top tier scran. Popped down last week with the Well Good lot. No xG nonsense. No field-tilt shite. No mention of progressive passes. Just nods to Football Italia. Calcio. Diego's got a spot on the wall. There's a rail full of vintage shirts you can browse and bag next to a Subuteo mat. Get yaself down.
Video doing the rounds on Twitter of a game getting called off at half time ‘cause someone shit in the referee’s trainer. Shite crack, that. No pun intended. Honestly. Horrible. Absolute animal. Find ‘em and lock ‘em up. No matter how much of a stinker ref’s had can’t be doing that. Dirty bastard.
SC Paderbor 07 goalkeeper went on a mad one over the weekend. Proper sweeper keeper job. Popped up on the right wing at one point whipping balls into the box. Mad. Big G’s having a cardiac arrest if Rovers’ number one’s doing that at Ewood.
Can’t remember if ‘This City Is Ours’ got a nod the other week. And can’t be arsed checking. Effort, is that. If we did, then here’s another. If we didn’t, then we should’ve. Top tier TV. Sean Bean’s in it. A scouse family gang leader. But he’s from Yorkshire. So doesn’t butcher the accent. Doesn’t say ‘bastard’ either, which is a shame. Only disappointment of the series really. Pretty much same cast from that ‘Time’. That was a banger too.
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Over in Belgium a Union Saint-Gilloise staff member kicked a ball onto the pitch. In the 90th minute. To stop a Genk attack, who were chasing an equaliser. Somet’ the admin can full get behind, as you’d expect. Give the lad freedom of the town. Statue job. Free pints for life. Whatever. Shitebag.
Pascal Struijk knocking about in a Lucas Radabe shirt. Early 2000s. Blue Strongbow job. Fair play. Film camera over the shoulder too. Documenting the promotion party. Be heavy that. Farke crowd surfing. Naked. Bamford pulling his hammy doing the Conga. Bogle FaceTiming Wilder. Rodon in the corner still fuming over Rovers playing a low-block. Enjoy it.
Gary Nev said the gap between the Premier League and the Championship’s getting bigger. But now’s not the time to talk about it, apparently. So when is, Gary? When’s someone gonna address it? Last season’s three promoted teams all returning to the Championship with a whimper. Bit harsh on Ipswich, actually. They’ve been alright. Other two, shite. And we’ll probably see the same with Leeds, Burnley and whoever joins ‘em next season. They’ll all spend a good chunk of money too. But it won’t be enough. So they’ll come straight back down, and then dominate the Championship again the following season. Yo-yo teams. The parachute payments Burnley would’ve been entitled to next season had they not achieved promotion will be redistributed to the other Premier League teams. Madness. Should be filtered down the pyramid. For those struggling. That’d be fair, though. And we wouldn’t wanna see Premier League clubs missing out on some extra cash, eh?
Best league in the world the Championship, by the way. Still loads to play for with just two games to go. Wouldn’t get that in ya tory Premier League. Nahh. Stil 4 or 5 teams in the hunt for a top six finish. But it’s down the bottom where it’s all happening. Preston thought they were safe. Set for another 13th place finish. They’ve been dragged into it. Shitting ‘emselves now. The bottom four separated by just three points. Drama.
Baller League. Another moan. What the fuck’s that all about? Load of shite. Troy Deeney. A grown man. Played in the Premier League. Getting rattled by YouTubers. Goths. Have a word lad. People paying good money for their Sky Sports package and that’s what they’re getting served. Be fuming me. Asking for a refund.