It ain’t over…

I know not to count chickens. And I know that if there is ever drama to be had in football, then the playoff semi-finals is the place where it happens. It’s ten years to the day since that incredible Leicester v Watford game that everyone remembers so I don’t have to link to it here.

I know it ain’t over until the fat lady sings…

But she’s got to be warming up, right?

Four-nil! Four!

Lol.

And this just one day after our promotion parade. Delicious!

My city is very much Red and White. Mind the gap!

Top Tip: After playing football

SAVE TIME on telling people which specific bits of you are hurting after playing football by hurting all over, and thus simply using the word “everything”.

I really enjoyed our win on Tuesday evening, and I ran around all over the place doing my best headless chicken impersonation. (3.2km, max HR 179, avg HR 149, max speed 19.7kph). But I am paying for it a little now.

It’s no big deal. The fact that it’s taken 36 hours to manifest just shows that I need a bit more fitness before I can start to recover more quickly. And that’s always on the way, so I’m not concerned. But a bit of a rest day seems like a good idea today. It wasn’t like I felt like running in the rain anyway.

Back to it tomorrow though, with the plan to not feel quite as broken this time next week.

Terms and conditions apply.

Ok, fair enough

I spotted this clip on the internet earlier today, and I really like it.

I guess it appeals to me especially today because it’s Tuesday, which means it’s football day. And whether it’s watching United or playing against whomever, like anyone who’s into sport, I can get pretty riled up and opinionated – even to the point of irrationality.

A moment here to remind you that it’s absolutely fine to be irrational as long as you know that you are being irrational.

That said, I’m at an age now where I don’t get dragged into arguments on the football pitch anymore. That’s not to say that I don’t get too irritated by lazy referees or those who make up rules while we’re playing. But I’ll have my say and then I’ll get on with it. Not much point in carrying on – we’re there to play footy, not to debate just how poor the refereeing is.

Save that for the beers afterwards.

The same with watching football. I can clearly see when something is wrong, and I get annoyed by it, but there’s always the realisation that I can’t do anything about it.

I might seeth quietly for a while, but that will be all.

Usually, anyway.

And if I’m not right, then I’ll admit it. Just like this bloke.

Because in the heat of the moment, referees do get things wrong. But then, often, so do players.
I love the sudden understanding when he watches the replay.

Ok. Fair enough. Good call.

Oops.

Done with Wrexham

Well done Wrexham on promotion to League Two from the National League.

Promotion is great. I know.

What’s less good is the weird wall-to-wall media coverage of your promotion. Because, let’s face it, while it’s big for you – you can only beat who is put in front of you – I’m no way belittling it when I say that it’s not actually that big a deal for the rest of the world.

Stockport County and Sutton United didn’t have the national broadcaster sharing live images of their promotion parades when they achieved similar feats in recent years. But then they didn’t have a genial, Hollywood film star as their co-owner, did they? And that’s the difficult bit for Wrexham fans to accept: it’s really not about their rather mediocre team. No-one actually cares about the football. It’s all about Ryan Reynolds.

And I’m sure he’s a lovely guy, and the work he’s done at money he’s put into the club is amazing. But they’ve won the National League, not the Champions League. One wonders how far down the fawning media would be prepared to go, had he taken over an even lower league club. Would we still have cameras there for each and every game if he’d plumped for Walton and Hersham in the Isthmian League Division One South Central, for example?

Sadly, probably.

I thought that I was alone in feeling this way about Wrexham. I thought that maybe I was seeing more about them because we have recent history when we knocked them out of the FA Cup earlier this year in those rather bad tempered fourth round games. Maybe Google looked at all the Wrexham references on the Sheffield United pages that I was reading and thought I needed to see more. (I really didn’t.)

But apparently, not:

And it seems that they feel the same way that I do about all this:

There are some quotes on the link above from people who feel differently, but they’re from Wrexham fans, (one of whom even uses the word “bandwagon”), and who wouldn’t want to enjoy seeing pictures all over the press of their team celebrating?

I don’t think that English football (yes, I know they’re Welsh, but…) needs that sort of celebrity nonsense. Save it for the MLS and the Saudi Leagues. And make our football leagues all about the football rather than the non-footballing personalities in the backroom.

I do understand that this isn’t going away any time soon, although I obviously wish it would.
But if you – like me – thought that you were the only person feeling this way about the inordinate number of undeserved column inches and TV news pixels being devoted to Wrexham Ryan, well, you’re really not.