I remember as a boy -- 1967 or so -- listening to the BBC World Service read off all the results. (Had no idea it was for the pools. In the States, no one knew/knows what they were/are.)
It was magical:
It was magical.
"Wolverhampton Wanderers one, Preston North End nil..."
"Hamilton...
Someone should take all those wonderful names, and do a footie version of Flanders & Swan's "The Slow Train"
This is, in a good way, the English-est thing I have ever heard or seen.
Well, this and Roy Marsden's Goodbye. Mr. Chips.