Friday, 12 February 2016

GITG | HOW TO SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE WALCOTT?


What’s wrong with the following equation? 

81 goals in 230 appearances + an average rating of 6.87 = £100k+ p/w 

Show your working out in the space provided:





For some time now something just hasn’t added up.  Here we are ten years after his debut in August 2006; a decade after he won BBC Young Sports Personality of the Year, Theo Walcott stands as an experienced England international and one of Arsenal’s highest earners.  And yet he’s shit.

The same question marks once tempered by youth still hang over Walcott to this day like a bad awning; such familiar sentiments as “he doesn’t have a footballing brain,” and, “he’s a middle class fast spastic.”  And it’s hard to argue against either.  For Theo is a player fast in body but not in mind.  He’s often caught in two minds or no mind at all; frequently dispossessed while thinking of the politest way to say something.  

Walcott misses a chance.
























It’s easy to argue that without his pace he would be the worst player to put on an Arsenal shirt.  Which would be true, aside from the inconvenient truth that he does have his pace.  That’s like saying without his limbs he would be a snake.  Obviously he would be, but he isn’t.  The point is he must have something.

So what is it?  Believe it or not Theo is Arsenal’s longest serving player.  And his overall goal tally is more than any other current player, a total that includes four hat-tricks: the most recent being against West Brom in the final game of last season.   

And that’s it: Theo has longevity.  A trait of circumstance but one that denotes a certain level of service and loyalty that should surely be rewarded.  But is mans loyal?  Telling everyone who’d listen he was unhappy and wanted to play as a lone striker.  And don’t forget this pay rise wasn’t prompted by an outstanding season or significant outside interest, Walcott threatened to run his contract down.  In the end Wenger decided his side was better with than without the posh sod.

Theo offered Wenger a directness at a time when his side were so tediously criticised for trying to “walk it in the net.”  Here was someone who would rather run at you (then past you, then off the pitch) much in the blistering fashion reminiscent of the Invincibles.  Walcott’s play is nostalgic but lacking; a reminder of once was but isn’t quite: paying a player £100k+ doesn’t make him exceptional, nor does the no. 14 make him Thierry Henry.  At every turn Theo’s value is forced.  

Even his banter seems disingenuous: in the utterly hilarious ArsenalTV skits Walcott has the look of someone perpetually worried about their GCSEs.

Walcott scores! Only joking.  Walcott misses another chance.
So what’s next?  Walcott had the chance to make an impact when he came on as a sub during his sides’ title-ambition-denting 0-0 draw with Southampton the other week, but managed only to hit a couple tame balls straight at an outstanding Forster.  Walcott is not a striker.  If at 26 you have to tell a manager like Arsene Wenger that you’re a striker, then you’re not a striker.  “I AM A STRIKER MUMMY PAY ME LOTS OF MONEY MUMMY.”

Fittingly the Open Dictionary definition of longevity has the following example: 


If Walcott was on £50k he would have every chance of a big club coming in and taking a chance on him with the promise of doubled wages.  Liverpool would have been the perfect fit for Theo, a club with hospice-like ambition for overrated and overpriced English talent (and if they’re any good they go on to bigger and better things, like Raheem Stirling or Neil Mellor.)  Instead he’s done himself in.  At League 1 or possibly Championship level Walcott would have every chance of becoming a leading goalscorer, or at best an eyebrow raising but hit-and-miss striker for a newly promoted Premier League side.  Instead he’s going to sit on the bench as an impact sub, burning a hole in Arsenal’s pocket until he’s 29 and gets shipped to the MLS.  Trust.

I'll answer the question at the top of the article, 'is Theo Walcott worth £100k+p/w?’ in the only way one can really:

Jamie Vardy is on £40k.


GITG

Monday, 8 February 2016

GITG | GIT OF THE WEEK #5

 Hassan al-Thawadi, left, alongside the former Fifa secretary general Jérôme Valcke. Photograph: Karim Jaafar/AFP/Getty Images

Each week GITG acknowledges persons in and around football for their services to being a git.

This week the award goes to the Qatar 2022 organising committee chief executive, Hassan al- Thawadi!

If the thought of an ill-gotten World Cup being played out in 50Cº temperatures couldn't get any worse, Thawadi told reporters today that drunk fans would be "taken care of."  

So book your tickets today everybody, it's going to be shit!

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GITG | THE STRIFE AND TIMES OF A. CUMALATOR #1



In this new weekly feature our resident gambling addict keeps us up to date with his hilarious affliction.  

06/02/16

Saturday morning brought all football fans the chance to tune in to see the glorious and presumably humiliating end to Leicester City’s obnoxious attempt to win the Premier League. Up against a City side boasting the enormously impressive Sergio Aguero in attack and that crafty little swine, David Silva, in midfield, it was just a question of how many would be flying past Schmeichel in the Leicester nets.  Obviously no televised game can go past without a flutter, so I went in heavy handed on City to win or draw coupled with an Atletico Madrid stroll against pub team Eibar. ‘City might draw but they surely won’t lose at home’ very much being what I muttered to nobody in particular as I pressed ‘Place Bet’.

A horrendously timed phone call from abroad cost me the first 5 minutes, but my face dropped as I walked in to see that Leicester had smugly taken an early lead. Simply horrific defending from a City side that is quite horrific at defending was the cause of Huth’s scrappy opener. Whilst quite stunned by this, I also felt quietly pleased with myself that I hadn’t put my money on a City win. ‘They’ll come back, it’s Leicester’ I thought. City were turning the screw at this point, probing deep in the Leicester half and creating one or two openings.
Then came the big decision of the first half when balding full back Pablo Zabaleta was wildly taken out by one of the ex-factory workers in the Leicester back line inside the penalty area. The referee blew his whistle and gave a foul, but outside the box to the dismay of City fans. One wasted free kick later and I was starting to get pretty fucking worried. The odd glance at my diminishing cash out amount the only notable memories I have from the rest of the first half.

At half time, a bunch of halfwits in the BT Sport studio convinced me to stick it through and wait for the City onslaught. Instead Mahrez and Huth scored to make it 3-0 and game over. Whilst everybody else presumably celebrated such a shocking result, I was picking up the pieces and cashing out for a miserable sum. Aguero’s glancing late header only made me murmur something relatively offensive.
Atletico won, obviously.

***

The beauty of Saturday is that football is non-stop and for a betting man, there is always a way back. Flicking down one channel made Soccer Saturday come on my telly and I was full of optimism again. In the studio Jeff talks about the upcoming games with a collection of 4 men who struggle quite badly with conjugating verbs. ‘He’s went over too easy there’ – Really, Thommo? ‘The referee give it’ – Come on Charlie, I know you are Scottish but please. They are getting paid to talk on T.V.

To drag myself out of the abyss, I went for a quadruple on 4 games where there simply had to be a winner, just no draws. A lovely option for those who can’t stand to see their bet go up in flames early on, this bet always keeps you alive until the very last kick. However, it wasn’t looking good going into the last 15 minutes as Bolton had been pegged back by Rotherham and the Preston v Huddersfield clash looked to be petering out to a pathetic 0-0 draw. Leyton Orient, led by wonderful scouser Kevin Nolan, were doing the business against Portsmouth and Wigan were marching to a comfortable away win at Sheffield United. Time was ticking down and frustratingly Preston and Huddersfield had traded goals and there was still nothing from Bolton or Rotherham. 

Then something special happened – ‘BOLTON HAVE STOLEN IT’ yelled some poor bloke in a head set who had to go to Bolton for the day. Almost simultaneously I discovered that Preston had also won it with the last kick. This was a moment to cherish, my luck had changed. My football results app then wrongly informed me that Huddersfield had equalised but after confirmation that my app was being mental (or mischievous) I was celebrating a win that erased the hurt caused by a Leicester city side that will still surely be 7th come May.

Anon.

Monday, 31 August 2015

GITG | GIT OF THE WEEK # 4


Each week GITG acknowledges persons in and around football for their services to being a git.

This week the GITG Git of the Week Award goes to… the computer that drew the Capital One Cup Third Round!

This, the most gittish draw in the League Cup’s history, sees no fewer than three high profile derbies with Tottenham hosting Arsenal, Palace hosting Charlton and Aston Villa hosting Birmingham City. 

Elsewhere;

Tuesday 22nd September 2015
Boro             vs  Wolves            19:45
Fulham        vs  Stoke               19:45
Hull City       vs  Swansea         19:45
Leicester      vs  West Ham       19:45
Preston        vs  Bournemouth  19:45
(feel free to look at the fixtures in the side bar so I can stop writing this)
Reading       vs  Everton            20:00
Sunderland  vs  Man City          19:45

Wednesday 23rd September 2015
Liverpool      vs  Carlisle           20:00
Man Utd       vs  Ipswich            20:00
MK Dons      vs  Southampton  19:45
Newcastle    vs  Sheff Wed       19:45
Norwich        vs  West Brom     19:45
Walsall          vs  Chelsea          19:45

So congratulations computer that drew the Capital One Cup Third Round, your snide draw - one that definitely wasn’t a deliberate and cynical attempt to get punters interested in the tournament - will have policemen sighing everywhere for weeks to come!


GITG