Let's start with an apology. The last few days on this blog have been, without exception, shit. I'm not going to lie. Last night's entry has all the hallmarks of a blog written by a man who's had a couple of beers, a large plate of oven cooked snack food, and wants to get the blog entry out of the way before bed. So today, I'm on a crusade to fix this. Incidentally, on the subject of crusades, (tenuous link coming up...) I noticed today that a Christian friend of mine has 666 Facebook friends. Oh, how irony loves to please me.
Anyway. I am a sports fan. Fan is a term used loosely here, I kinda just...I support a couple of teams, get angry at the right moments, and cheer at the right times. This is not to say that I do not feel a great emotional connection to my teams. I am a Welsh rugby fan, have been since about...actually, I was a fan during the World Cup in 2003, and virtually shat my pants when we took the lead against New Zealand. What a game that was. I am only a quarter Welsh, and 5/8ths English (the other 8th is Polish, apparently. I was in the Daily Mail the other day under the headline, "This Man is 1/8th of Britain's Problems, Lazy Bastard,"), but I've never felt any kind of emotional connection to rugby's most arrogant nation. I cannot understand why, but there's an unerring cockiness surrounding English Rugby. Or "The Rugby Football Union" as they call themselves. Nevermind that the title suggests they think of themselves as international rugby (as in, they ARE interational rugby), they've had one major success recently, and one highly lucky run to another final (it wasn't a try by the way, so please kindly shut the FUCK up about it). England expects...well, football, it seems. Oddly, I'm a fan of English football (mainly because I don't hate English football), and England's rugby players seem more adept at kicking than England's footballers. Something is seriously up.
Anyway, I digress. I am also a fan of Liverpool Football Club, and get all sweaty and nervous whenever we play. I watch some games at the pub, some I listen to on 5Live. On Wednesday, I had to watch West Ham vs Hull, not my team's game, because...I'm not sure actually. When I found we had drawn with Wigan, I very nearly crushed my pint glass. Right now, I am an angry Liverpool fan. We've thrown away all the advantage we have by believing 0-0 is good enough, and deciding that Lucas Leiva is better than Xabi Alonso. You know what Rafa? Sort it out, please. And soon.
I am also a motorsport fan. When I say motorsport, I mean motorsport, not motorbillboards, the alter ego the FIA seems to be developing for Formula One as we used to know it. Someone asked for my opinion today, on a point I have considered before. What is it with motorsport fans and longing for the past? "Oh, those were the golden days." "Yeah, 1970s F1 was the best." "Best liveries ever...[lists a number of liveries, none of which happened within the last ten years]." It's stupid, really. In "The Golden Days," people died week in, week out, the cars were slower, and there was a whole lot less variety than today. So why not just go to Goodwood each year, and then enjoy progress for the rest of the year. The progress that's brought us 200MPH+ diesels, and cars that, touch wood, don't kill their occupants. Cars that sound fantastic and boggle the mind. I admit, I long for the old days of touring cars, where overtaking happened a thousand times a lap, and grids were more full of manufacturers than Kerry Katona's fridge is full of Iceland dinners. But I don't believe that people should hold grimly onto the past to the detriment of forward thinking. No, the BBC should not use The Chain as the music for its upcoming F1 coverage, and Volvo should not go touring car racing with an estate, just because it was a masterstroke doing so fifteen years ago.
Good luck to Volvo in 2008, and also good luck to Tom Chilton and Ford, who're gonna need it, if the last Focus touring car was anything to go on.
Finally... Holladaddy is the best thing I've read this week. Rather comical, and quite telling as a social experiment.
Peace out, homies.
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Firstly, look over your shoulders, because if you draw at the weekend and we beat Wigan, then you'll have another team to worry about, as we'll be second. Secondly, BBC should definitely use the Chain, that song is the perfect racing song, and is what F1 is all about in my eyes. Sure, something else may come to be loved just as much, but the BBC is tradition, and there's something joyously and pompously British about that.
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