StanmoreSeagull
Member
The exact quote from Mike Parry on Talk Sport just now while they were discussing the West Ham predicament.
Disgraceful - typical premier league glory hunter!
Disgraceful - typical premier league glory hunter!
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"It's not worth being in football unless you're in the premier league"?!
- Thread starter StanmoreSeagull
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Mendoza
NSC's Most Stalked
Why is it that Premier League teams/players/managers, no matter how many trophies they have won, or how brilliantly they play the game are ALL shit scared of Kevin Davies and Rory Delap??
Mike Parry is a knob of the very highest calibre. I can't listen to him on the radio any more.
Mackenzie
Old Brightonian
I really can't stand him. I love my sport and love listening to the radio, but he ruins that channel with his inane mutterings, I can't bare to listen to it. Shame.
Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
Then you've got Colleymore, who believes the Premiership should scrap relegation, and just be made up of the biggest / best teams "historically".
Jason Cundy, who has no concept or awareness whatsoever of there being anyone or anything outside of the "Big Four".
Darren Gough, an illiterate northern monkey who can barely string a sentence together and struggles to read out text messages
Ronny Irani, who gabbles on inanely about f*** all, and loves his voice so dearly he can barely let ANYONE finish a sentence without butting in with his own junk before they've finished what they're saying.
Its basically The Sun coming over the airwaves. I used to listen to it for H & J, but the station is just so horrifically dumbed-down these days that its almost unbearable to listen to now. You can almost feel your IQ falling away.
Perkino
Well-known member
- Dec 11, 2009
- 5,990
I agree the Premiership is what its all about.
So I will be supporting Brighton with all my heart until we make it to the premiership and I can say I remember when we........................
When we make it I will keep supporting until I die because thats what fans do.
Maybe one day I will see us win the premiership.
But he is right. at the moment our turnover is a few million which is probably Darren Fletchers turnover. I long for us to be playing Premiership football regularly
So I will be supporting Brighton with all my heart until we make it to the premiership and I can say I remember when we........................
When we make it I will keep supporting until I die because thats what fans do.
Maybe one day I will see us win the premiership.
But he is right. at the moment our turnover is a few million which is probably Darren Fletchers turnover. I long for us to be playing Premiership football regularly
Gritt23
New member
Personally, I have virtually no interest in the Premiership, and in fact it looks so incredibly boring that I'm not all that bothered if we don't get there. Playing in a league that we couldn't possibly compete in ..... hmmmm, not sure that sounds like much fun.
Down the Leagues we can be looking over our shoulder one week at the possibility of relegation, and a few weeks later, I'm looking up the division, thinking we can be right up there this time next year. I enjoy that rollercoaster too much to especially envy Premiership teams who dream of being 12th every year.
Down the Leagues we can be looking over our shoulder one week at the possibility of relegation, and a few weeks later, I'm looking up the division, thinking we can be right up there this time next year. I enjoy that rollercoaster too much to especially envy Premiership teams who dream of being 12th every year.
Spot on
Taybha
Whalewhine
Les Parry-Mike Parry , seem to be altogether clueless in thier chosen profession
brakespear
Doctor Worm
agreed.
I have thought and said this for years.
I hate the premierSHIT, at least 50% of teams in that league have got nothing to look forward to but survival and finishing top of the bottom half. It has become a joke to me. Whereas the Championship, i believe is one of the best leagues in the world (definately the best in England).
Get in the real world laddy. Sadly if the status quo remains 5/6th spot in prem would be the absolute TOP for us.
beorhthelm
A. Virgo, Football Genius
- Jul 21, 2003
- 35,348
its odd isnt it, but Chelsea and Spurs seem to counter the trick fairly easily by have their CF (drogba/crouch) attack the incoming ball from the front of the 6yrd box. pretty obvious and effective.
that seems to be focsing on the season picture, surely you would prefer the better football on offer in the top teir though? and arent you at all interested in seeing and laughing at those top teams that spend a furtune and fall on their face?
crodonilson
He/Him
Ask Stoke or Wigan fans if they'd prefer being where we are or where they are??
So you're saying if we were to get promoted to the Championship you wouldn't want to see us get promoted to the EPL?? Do me a favour.
Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
Personally, I'd love it, LOVE it, if we were a yo-yo club like West Brom. Regularly good enough to go up to the Prem, and sometimes just about good enough to stay there, but on the seasons where we don't and we get relegated, we remain a very good (and SOLVENT) Championship club.
Never a dull moment for the Baggies fans. Thats what I aspire to for our club.
Never a dull moment for the Baggies fans. Thats what I aspire to for our club.
pasty
A different kind of pasty
Mendoza
NSC's Most Stalked
West Ham came up with the best solution, they moved their advertising hoardings to about half a meter from the touchline. Still didnt stop Ricard Fuller running rings round them though
Barrel of Fun
Abort, retry, fail
Some people say football is a matter of life and death I assure you, it's much more serious than that". Those were the words of the late Bill Shankly of Liverpool fame.
Football was even talked about when it could be your last conversation.
"Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,
Discussing the war in the normal way.
They talked of mud and they talked of the Hun,
Of what was to do and what had been done.
They talked about Rum...
But they point that they argued from post back to pillar,
Was whether Notts County could beat Aston Villa."
Football is part and parcel of old and modern day Britain. Fans turned out in their many thousands, crammed into unsuitably small terraces to watch their heroes take the field. These were ordinary men who often held down another job and lived just down the road from you or even next door.
They were generally men from ordinary beginnings, inflated to hero status, but preserved their wholesome attitude, integrity and rarely would you find a player with air and graces and a feeling of superiority. In short, most of the local heroes at the very top were a completely different breed to the current football player - Yes, John Terry, I am talking about you and your fellow professionals.
Having read the rather excellent My Father and Other Working Class Football Heroes by Gary Imlach, you can see why football was embedded as an essential ingredient in English society, during the golden era. Professional footballers went off to war, covered by ageing pros to warm their boots, fell and died fighting for the King. Can you imagine Rio or 'JT' doing the same?
Football nowadays is a greedy sport. I used to love it. I still love Brighton & Hove Albion, but football as a whole has grown into a gruesome monstrosity. I am not sure how comfortable I would feel supporting a club that pays a player more in the space of 10 days than our premier, Gordon Brown (ignoring whether or not you think he is a doing a good job!), earns in a year.
I would rather not contribute towards some rotating alloys for a materialistic thug with a limited footballing ability, earning 20 times the amount a nurse or entry level teacher.
Fans are being priced out of live (in the flesh) football. People are turning their backs on their local club simply because it is easier to stay seated in the armchair and follow a team courtesy of Sky television.
Day-by-day my dislike for professional football grows at an alarming rate. The whole Premiership bubble makes me sick to the bottom of my stomach.
The 39th farcical game, allowing the brand to be spread across the world, was obviously about sharing the love of the game and nothing to do with filling the pockets of those that are already bulging and splitting.
'Super Sundays' for the best league in the world, encouraging those who do not know better to spend the day glued to the sofa. £50m for finishing bottom of the top flight with a guaranteed £24m parachute payment to soften the blow.
Hours before a potential winding up order and deadline for Rotherham United, their 'headline' was a little subtitle, the main news being that Man Utd's Wes Brown was on the verge of signing a multi-million pound deal. A community was on the verge of losing their football team and various news sources were focusing on a contract for that donkey.
'Stevie G' holding out for a new contract with Liverpool. "I am not willing to sign yet as I want to concentrate on the game itself". Cue a fortnight of flirting with other clubs and an eventual £20,000 a week pay rise offer. "It has always been about Liverpool. No-one else".
Phil Gartside, of Bolton Wanderers, wanting a two tier Premiership with no relegation from the lower tier. A closed shop.
Restless 20 year olds not content with their £2,000 per week salary, despite giving up edukation (sic) at the tender age of 14.
A game run by buffoons at the very highest level with corruption galore across the globe.
An (Ex-)England captain with no regard for anyone but himself - I won't list his numerous misdemeanours.
Fit and proper persons tests for Premier League ownership that apparently ignores abuse of the Human Rights Act.
It's ludicrous. A world away from the happy smiling faces of African children making do with a ball made from a multitude of plastic bags and some twine. Imagine what the £2000 spent on a Newcastle United heated substitutes seat could do for a little village of keen footballers without access to clean water?
To be fair, I am sure that the footballers earning obscene wages do have some links to charitable work and do sign off the odd cheque. However, they could do so much more.
Generally, money and footballers are an unhappy marriage in more ways than one.
Ulises De La Cruz did not forget where he came from. He went that step further and set up 'Friends of FundeCruz' in which he donated 10% of his wages. This money was spent supplying basic needs of his Ecuadorian village. He was later named a UNICEF ambassador.
Welcome to Friends of Fundecruz
Even a pantomime villain in the shape of Craig Bellamy has set up a foundation and poured some of his money into the fund to give some Sierra Leonians a fighting chance after years of civil war and oppression. Liverpool FC refused to insure him, but he went anyway and has not looked back.
Craig Bellamy Foundation
Bah. I lost my train of thought after the trench poem.
Hopefully this doesn't come across as being a jealous rant.
Football was even talked about when it could be your last conversation.
"Three Tommies sat in a trench one day,
Discussing the war in the normal way.
They talked of mud and they talked of the Hun,
Of what was to do and what had been done.
They talked about Rum...
But they point that they argued from post back to pillar,
Was whether Notts County could beat Aston Villa."
Football is part and parcel of old and modern day Britain. Fans turned out in their many thousands, crammed into unsuitably small terraces to watch their heroes take the field. These were ordinary men who often held down another job and lived just down the road from you or even next door.
They were generally men from ordinary beginnings, inflated to hero status, but preserved their wholesome attitude, integrity and rarely would you find a player with air and graces and a feeling of superiority. In short, most of the local heroes at the very top were a completely different breed to the current football player - Yes, John Terry, I am talking about you and your fellow professionals.
Having read the rather excellent My Father and Other Working Class Football Heroes by Gary Imlach, you can see why football was embedded as an essential ingredient in English society, during the golden era. Professional footballers went off to war, covered by ageing pros to warm their boots, fell and died fighting for the King. Can you imagine Rio or 'JT' doing the same?
Football nowadays is a greedy sport. I used to love it. I still love Brighton & Hove Albion, but football as a whole has grown into a gruesome monstrosity. I am not sure how comfortable I would feel supporting a club that pays a player more in the space of 10 days than our premier, Gordon Brown (ignoring whether or not you think he is a doing a good job!), earns in a year.
I would rather not contribute towards some rotating alloys for a materialistic thug with a limited footballing ability, earning 20 times the amount a nurse or entry level teacher.
Fans are being priced out of live (in the flesh) football. People are turning their backs on their local club simply because it is easier to stay seated in the armchair and follow a team courtesy of Sky television.
Day-by-day my dislike for professional football grows at an alarming rate. The whole Premiership bubble makes me sick to the bottom of my stomach.
The 39th farcical game, allowing the brand to be spread across the world, was obviously about sharing the love of the game and nothing to do with filling the pockets of those that are already bulging and splitting.
'Super Sundays' for the best league in the world, encouraging those who do not know better to spend the day glued to the sofa. £50m for finishing bottom of the top flight with a guaranteed £24m parachute payment to soften the blow.
Hours before a potential winding up order and deadline for Rotherham United, their 'headline' was a little subtitle, the main news being that Man Utd's Wes Brown was on the verge of signing a multi-million pound deal. A community was on the verge of losing their football team and various news sources were focusing on a contract for that donkey.
'Stevie G' holding out for a new contract with Liverpool. "I am not willing to sign yet as I want to concentrate on the game itself". Cue a fortnight of flirting with other clubs and an eventual £20,000 a week pay rise offer. "It has always been about Liverpool. No-one else".
Phil Gartside, of Bolton Wanderers, wanting a two tier Premiership with no relegation from the lower tier. A closed shop.
Restless 20 year olds not content with their £2,000 per week salary, despite giving up edukation (sic) at the tender age of 14.
A game run by buffoons at the very highest level with corruption galore across the globe.
An (Ex-)England captain with no regard for anyone but himself - I won't list his numerous misdemeanours.
Fit and proper persons tests for Premier League ownership that apparently ignores abuse of the Human Rights Act.
It's ludicrous. A world away from the happy smiling faces of African children making do with a ball made from a multitude of plastic bags and some twine. Imagine what the £2000 spent on a Newcastle United heated substitutes seat could do for a little village of keen footballers without access to clean water?
To be fair, I am sure that the footballers earning obscene wages do have some links to charitable work and do sign off the odd cheque. However, they could do so much more.
Generally, money and footballers are an unhappy marriage in more ways than one.
Ulises De La Cruz did not forget where he came from. He went that step further and set up 'Friends of FundeCruz' in which he donated 10% of his wages. This money was spent supplying basic needs of his Ecuadorian village. He was later named a UNICEF ambassador.
Welcome to Friends of Fundecruz
Even a pantomime villain in the shape of Craig Bellamy has set up a foundation and poured some of his money into the fund to give some Sierra Leonians a fighting chance after years of civil war and oppression. Liverpool FC refused to insure him, but he went anyway and has not looked back.
Craig Bellamy Foundation
Bah. I lost my train of thought after the trench poem.
Hopefully this doesn't come across as being a jealous rant.