God I can’t wait. The FA Premier League starts one week today, with the first game of the season being Spurs vs. Manchester City at White Hart Lane. It’s a 12.45am kick-off, so that’s the one I’ll be headed to.
I HATE the summer football break. This year I was less bothered than normal because we had the World Cup, but after watching England demonstrate their unique ability to be utterly fucking useless and a final that was essentially a Dutch team attempting to kick the shit out of 11 Spaniards, I quickly went back to missing English club football.
I couldn’t have been happier this afternoon to find Football Focus back on BBC1 (even if it was entirely centered around the lower leagues, which kicked off today), and once I hear that beautiful Match Of The Day theme tune I’ll finally be happy. I can also stop complaining about staying up late to watch awful friendlies on ESPN. I just can’t watch anymore football with American commentators. I’m sure they’re lovely people who aren’t in any way retarded but they have a distinct ability to talk the biggest load of bollocks you’ve ever heard instead of talking about the football. Oh and it’s a six yard box, not ‘the six’.
Anyway, enough about the infuriating Americanisation of the beautiful game, I’m in a good mood today. There’s UFC 117 on tonight, Manchester United vs. Chelsea tomorrow and the Premier League next weekend. All I’ve gotta do now is survive the week at work in between…