Gary Lineker is ruining my life!!!

Match of the Day last night was 14 minutes of… well, of football! No commentaries, no debate after each match as to whether this ones elbow was offside when that one passed the ball, or whether the goalie was unsighted due to having a strikers fingers in his eyes, no analysis of whether midfield diamonds work with wing-backs and a lone striker called Charlie. All the important stuff. Missing. No-one there to talk about it. Watching football without commentary? How do we know that Son passed to Kane, FFS, with no-one there to tell us??? I mean, its almost like being at the game! And no-one wants that.

So, devoid of the commentary (meaningless, inane, worthless) and the punditry (same again but worse and with Gary Lineker’s ‘invaluable’ barbs and quips), it was just… football. Just the good bits, just the goals, the great saves, it was just… brilliant. Best Match of the Day ever! In which we could enjoy Spurs beating Forest without Ian Wright telling us how Harry Kane MUST leave Spurs, for the good of mankind. We watched Liverpool suffer defeat to Bournemouth with no-one questioning ‘how long Klopp can last’. And for those inclined to ‘fast forward’ though to the good bits, there were far fewer bad bits to ignore.

But its not just my life that has been ‘ruined’ by that man. It is now affecting the whole of society. The front pages of all the Sunday papers feature a man who talks about football for a living. A fucking amazing and disproportionate living, it may be said, which WE, the taxpayers, fund. The Times was full of the main issues concerning the impartiality of the BBC, whether Lineker should be bound by such constraint, how it may all pan out. Whereas for the Mail, Gary has crossed the rubicon. He questioned not just A government, but A CONSERVATIVE government. The punishment for which is ‘death by tabloid’.

And Spurs go marching on. With or without him.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx