And just like that we’re back... the break in transmission has been unforgivable and our excuses are legion; first up we were sent to the gulag to train us to train our minions to become better drones and then the impending howling loss of our golden youth was softened by a weekend away in a luxury spa with Mrs Spurt.But now we return, renewed, refreshed and something else beginning with ‘R’ as we enter our fourth glorious spurting decade here on planet earth. We are still on earth right?
Yet if a week’s a long time in politics, it’s an eternity in spurt, not only do we now have our own Social Networking initiative (see we weren’t entirely idle), well a Facebook group (tune in, turn on, sign up) but the past seven days have seen Chelsea and Man Utd through to a Champions League final in Moscow, the Premiership title still to be decided and Essex’s Ravi Bopara turn down the easy money charms of the IPL (good lad)
But today’s spurt concerns the immense goings on of the weekend, when even amidst the popping of champagne corks and the bubbling of the Jacuzzi we had half an ear turned to the radio and the mighty denouement of the Championship.
Our own beloved Hornets squeezed into the playoffs by a single mark in the goal difference column, but it certainly had us reflecting on this lasting appeal of this most exciting of English footy leagues, the fourth best supported in Europe lest we forget?
Why is that? Well, the reasons are legion, the Championship is untainted by any big four stranglehold, the financial playing field is pretty even and on the last day of the season anyone of 13 clubs could have gone up and down.
Perhaps most of all it reminds us of the classic days of yore, when the English virtues of pace, power and beefy challenges were all the rage and the fancy dan finesse of the continental game had yet to be embraced. With nearly 60 per cent of the players hailing from these shores as well, it has the virtues and none of the vices of the modern money pit premiership.
In short, it’s full of good old fashioned values, just like the spurt and your humble and rapidly ageing correspondent.
4 comments:
Ha! I said to our tame hornet, "There's no consistency in your league," but he begged to differ, responding, "There is - we're all shit."
I'm inclined to believe him and I reckon the three going up will come straight back down, do not pass go, but do collect your £50m.
PS Happy Birthday!
Cheers fella! It was top fun, party mid-June if you and Sarah would like to come down.
Hehe, he's right but it's a democratic kind of shit, we're all as bad as each other. Reckon we'll be first out against Hull though :)
Ravished, Ragged, Raw or just Rotten.
Any threats to holding a party treated with contemp.
Contemp? Do you mean contemporary? :)
21st June, bring it...
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