It Looks Grim for Rangers
It looks like HMRC will reject any deal to save Rangers and go for liquidation of the Glasgow club. Let’s face it, they have been stung by so many clubs over the last few years, that the time has come to make a stand for the honest taxpayers of the UK.
I shall not be sad if they are liquidated, as on the only time I saw Rangers play in a friendly at Ipswich, the behaviour of their fans was not acceptable to your average fan of English football. It was only a friendly, but I believe Suffolk police don’t want Rangers back.
It will be sad for their loyal fans, especially as they have been bled dry by successive owners, who wanted glory at any price.
In some ways it’s a strong condemnation of football, where to succeed, you need to have an owner who is as rich as Creosus. Or in the case of Spain a compliant bank manager.
Football is going through a difficult change and hopefully it will emerge stronger at the other side, with more community and fan owned clubs.
John Major at the Leveson Enquiry
This is an extract from the BBC’s report on John Major appearing at the Leveson Enquiry.
Rupert Murdoch warned John Major to switch policy on Europe or his papers would not support him, the ex-prime minister has told the Leveson Inquiry.
Sir John recalled the exchange from a private meeting in 1997, which he said he had not spoken about before.
Later that year, his Conservative party lost power to Labour, with the Sun backing his rival Tony Blair.
Sir John said he was subjected to some “hurtful” press coverage while he was PM, but was “too sensitive” at times.
In about 1997, I was at a meeting, when John Major gave his view on the world. At that meeting, he said that “The Times, which used to be a newspaper, had accused him of dying his hair.” He then pointed to his grey hair and said. “Would anybody die it this colour?”
A Referendum for the Falklands
This seems to be a good idea, although I don’t think it will come to any agreement acceptable to Argentina.
It does seem though that referenda are all the rage at present. We may have one about EU membership, but I think it would be better if we concentrated on getting all of the countries in Europe sorted first. We could all start with balancing the books.
What Do You Call a Pair of Nokia 6310i’s?
Superb! Especially as they both are now working. Which is more than can be said for my Junkberry.
What Do You Call a Pair of Nokia 6310i’s?
With the Olympics in mind, I think I’ll go for gold at the moment.
Whatever happens, it’s bye-bye Junkberry.
Just Like 1966
I was 18 in 1966 and can remember watching England’s first match in the World Cup, where they playing a boring goalless draw with Uruguay.
I think it is true to say, that we weren’t too hopeful of winning in 1966 and if my memory serves me right, I think we did.
So last night and this morning, all of those on the phones-in, who thought England were rubbish, should shut up until at least the last match of the group stages of Euro-2012.
There weren’t phones-in in 1966, and I suspect after the first match, England supporters would have been totally despondent. Much worse than today.
Everybody now thinks of Sir Alf now, as the Messiah, but before the 1966 World Cup, all he’d done was the equivalent of take a Third Division side to the Premier League title in a space of five years. Try doing that these days with a team, without any stars. I suppose to be fair, England were in as bad a state at the start of the 1960s as Ipswich were when he took over as manager. A lot of people thought he was the wrong choice and probably hoped he’d fail.
In fact he had one great advantage in 1966 over Roy Hodgson today. He had at least had time to plan what he did. And plan he did! He even made sure that England had the lightest possible kit, so they would have more energy.
Ramsey incidentally had three years, whereas Hodgson had three weeks.
The Spanish Bailout and Gibraltar
Spain makes two sets of headlines today; it has got a massive loan to sort out its banks and it is expected to protest loudly at the Wessexes visit to Gibraltar. Although, we are not directly effected by the Spanish bailout, we could be in future, through the London market or the IMF.
Spain remember has a row going with Argentina over the nationalisation of Repsol’s assets in that country.
And then there’s the Falklands! Where Spain has usually supported Argentina.
There are reasons to believe that relations between Spain and the UK are going to be difficult in the next few months.
Giovanni Trapattoni claims “I am not Jesus Christ”
Giovanni Trapattoni, the Ireland manager has supposedly said this according to the BBC’s text commentary.
He claims “I am not Jesus Christ”. It is a healthy realisation to come to. “I don’t do miracles,” he continues. “Only the players can do miracles.”
He may be Italian, but he certainly has learned how to speak like an Irishman.
An Insult On My Front Wall
I can drink beer, but it has to be gluten-free.
An Insult On My Front Wall
This one certainly isn’t, and it’s n0t even the type of beer I drunk, becfore being diagnosed as a coeliac.
Strangely, the can was three-quarters full, so I poured the contents down the drain and put the can in my recycling.
Orient Fans Defy Racism
On Double Take this morning on BBC Radio 5, they interviewed three hardy Leyton Orient fans, who’d gone all the way to support England in Donetsk. One was white, but the others were all or part-Bangladeshi. They were having a great time and had been made very welcome by the locals.
Let’s hope it all stays as peaceful.
Luckily for England, it seems most of the trouble so far is down to old problems with Russia, like these when they played the Czech Republic last night. Hopefully UEFA have got it in hand.
When I went to Belarus, there were no problems, but a Russian lawyer, I met who supports England, talked of the problems between Russia and its former satellite states.
Memories of Euro 2004
2004 is the only time since 1966, that I’ve been in a country that has won a major tournament. C and I were actually staying at a place called Sani at the top of the Haldikiki peninsular in Greece. It had just opened and I think C had got a very good deal through a travel magazine. It was very much worth it.
Everybody in the hotel, in addition to their own teams, were cheering on Greece and most were surprised when they won the tournament.
Perhaps one of the biggest memories of that holiday was a long walk down the coastal path for perhaps ten kilometres stopping at the various bars and hotels on the way. One turned out to be a holiday camp, that was very much a Teutonic version of Maplins from Hi de Hi! A bell would ring every twenty minutes or so for a strenuous keep fit session. Judging by the laughs from the bar we were in, the Germans found it funny too! We finally ended up in a fish restaurant on the beachside, before taking a bus home.
C was strangely uninhibited that holiday and did a lot of things she wouldn’t normally do. One was to sleep in very late in the morning, rather than get up early for her daily swim. She went down with breast cancer in October of that year from which she fully recovered. Perhaps her body was telling her something and trying to get her in the mood for the struggles to come. I will never know. The only other fsctor, was that she had just done a very harrowing child care case and perhaps she was wiping it out of her mind.
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