I have been an idle blogger (again.) It came down to having been off work for three weeks that left me last week being laid-back to horizontal status and Mrs P and Co being back at work, so no access b/band — I couldn’t be arsed blogging on the l/line.
Which is a shame as there were things I wanted to talk about. I’ll settle for just one — the best weekend of the year.
By which I mean the FA Cup Sixth Round, the time when the haves meet the have nots. It’s great, the time when the mega-paid, cosseted players of the Premiership come up against the paupers, but motivated of the lower leagues.
First up, my own ManU embarrassed by Exeter. A mate at work was at the match (I couldn’t even watch the highlights) and he says we were bloody awful. Well he would, wouldn’t he? But it’s what it’s all about. Red shirts, black bank accounts, red faces. I have no problem with that.
And none with City losing to Oldham. Or Newcastle not managing to score against Yeading for 51 minutes. Or Chelsea going behind to Scunthopre, or Arsenal doing the same against Stoke. Bloody marvellous. And I still think Liverpool could struggle against Burnley.
Good on ’em. If Exeter do for United in the replay, I won’t complain either, well perhaps a bit, but that’s the way the world works. Good on the BBC for showing the replay. Cash in the pockets of the clubs that need it.
I particularly loved the Yeadsley goalie incentive for keeping Newcastle out for 30 minutes of a set of alloy wheels for his car. Given what he actually achieved got him up to a free pass to the Rally of GB and a free service for his Escort, priceless.
And you couldn’t write the script for Soton v. Portsmouth in the next round. By my reckoning there will be a maximum of ten Premiership sides after that. Romance of the Cup or what? At least for me.