A month without a post on my blog. I suppose it’s fair to say that it isn’t good enough. I do have some good excuses though, and for once they are genuine. When I set off on my latest trip to Europe I took my laptop with me so that I could keep up with things and of course add to the blog. Well as luck goes the twat packed in, not only did it pack in, it had the audacity to do so in Spain, which means of course that I had no way of getting it repaired, not with competence anyway. To cut a very long boring short, I need the driver files to repair it and they are at home on the Island so with no other choice I have had to get another laptop. There goes another story, as I got the laptop in Spain, it’s got all those funny fucking keys that only the Spanish know how to use. Nightmare, believe me. Back to normal though now and we are all online again and hopefully can get this blog back on track, though it would help if Richie got his arse in gear and helped me out a little, I mean he doesn’t have much to do, not like me out here in the cold weather trying to sort my other activities out. It just goes to show how much I am missed doesn’t it?? Only joking Richie. Anyway it would appear that we are now back to normal except for this fucking keyboard.

I sit in Spain at the moment, Europe’s hottest climate, 365 days of sun etc. well let me tell you “it’s fucking freezing” it’s enough to freeze the bollocks off a brass monkey. It’s so cold that I have to run to the local bar, walking could cause me to freeze up on route. It’s not helping with the fishing either, the fish don’t seem to like the cold weather either, hence no bites at all. Well almost no bites, fucking Ana did the old faithful again and managed to fluke one. I don’t know how she does it sometimes. Then the worst thing to do was send a pic of it to Richie who I am sure took great pleasure in posting it on the adult vacation forum for all to see and gloat at. Always remember that every picture tells a story and as I was their I know the truth behind this capture and when I get divorced I may reveal all, that may be sooner rather than later too. Plenty of fish in the sea they say, not so in Spain, that’s for sure. I am thinking of having a competition where readers have to determine which is the fish fish and which is Ana. Here’s a clue one is ugly, slimy, smells, has whiskers and bulging eyes and the other is a fish.

As those of you who follow Paul’s blog will know he is currently in Europe and I am ashamed to say that I have been somewhat neglectful of the blog in recent weeks. For that you have my apologies.

As you all know Paul and I are both avid Leeds fans, though our faith has been sorely tested in recent years. Today I took my customary perusal of the Leeds United website and chanced upon an article about Norman Hunter and the 1966 World Cup winning team. Already I can hear you crying (especially the Jocks) “no no not more fuckin reminders of 1966″. You will be pleased to know that I am not going to wax lyrical about that marvelous day when England sat victorious atop the footballing world, ‘cos I’m as sick of hearing about it as you all are! However, there is a point to all this. It has been decided that all the squad members, of which Norman Hunter was one, are to receive a cup winners medal and not just the guys who played on the day. For those of you bereft of a football education, Norman Hunter was one of the stars of the great Don Revie’s Leeds United side.

Of course “our Norman” is delighted by this turn of events. Commenting:

Norman says the team-spirit generated by Sir Alf Ramsey was a key factor in the success achieved by the boys of ‘66.

“Alf Ramsey made it clear everyone was involved,” said “The players got £2000 for winning the World Cup and they shared it with the whole squad.

“It was a very, very strong side, and the togetherness was one of the reasons why we won it.”

This prompted me to reflect on last weeks events in English football, that is the fact that England did not qualify for Euro ‘08 and the manager got sacked. The manager getting sacked was a given really, I was never a big fan of his anyway and in my view it’s no great loss to the National team. Who the FA will choose to replace him remains to be seen. Evidently one of the front runners is Alan Shearer – this is a man who has no managerial experience whatsoever and can barely speak English (he mumbles some Geordie shite that apparently passes for English where he comes from)!! Doesn’t bode well does it?

So, to the “spirit” of football. Those guys in ‘66 got 2000 pounds between them, yes that’s right they shared it. Can you imagine these greedy cunts who play today doing that? Of course they wouldn’t, they’d tell you to fuck off if you offered them 2000 quid each never mind to share! I’m afraid the days of wanting to play for your country have long gone, along with the team spirit. It’s all been replaced with the “what’s in it for me” spirit. So now we have a group of individual players who are more interested in advertising revenue and bonuses than “bonding” as a team and doing something for the country. I would fuck ‘em all off and get some of the young lads in the shirt, at least they might be proud to wear the Three Lions on their chest and actually try and win the game rather than nonchalantly going through the motions. They might actually play with some “spirit”.

On a positive note there was a slight shaft of light glimmering in the darkness of the footballing weekend – those Munich bastards got beat by Bolton!!!! Which goes to show that every cloud does have a silver lining.

Richie