Over the top tackles, flailing elbows or 'Zidane' style headbutts, our game has been dragged through the mud for too long. Don't even start us on diving (Christiano Ronaldo, Eduardo, Ngog and the unforgettable Gilardino). Rivaldo holding his face when the ball hit his legs, or Milan's Dida going down like a bag of spuds at Celtic Park, there are far too many moments of football at its ugliest to mention.
For you as a footy fan what is the one moment in football that has made you so ashamed that you think 'Right that it i'm going shopping with the wife next Saturday?
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Its been the scurge of football since time began. We all remember Diego Maradona punching Argentina through to the '86' World Cup Semi Finals at the expense of the hapless Shilton. Even choir boy Scholes did it against Zenit St. Petersburg in the Super Cup Final, but he rightly received his marching orders for it. And now Thierry 'Beautiful Game' Henry decided to grow feet for hands before Gallas slotted home to break the hearts of not only Ireland but of football in general.
So now the big question, would you use your paw to cheat your way to success or prefer to lose with dignity and keep the integrity of our game intact.
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We love our club more than anything in the world, but when it comes to kits - we would rather wear a full leather gimp suit (complete with snooker ball in the mouth) than some of the horrors, manufacturers have produced in the dark over the years. Be it the 1995 England Goalie top, Borrusia Dortmund's fluorescent number or more recently Newcastle's yellow striped away shirt, sporting our clubs colours has pushed our loyalty to the limits. Even Fergie has contempt for United's all grey (invisible) kit worn in the spanking by the Saints. It's time to roll back the years and decide the ugliest kit in the world! We will start the ball rolling with Coventry City's 1970 Brown kit. Beat that!
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An age old question. Your team crosses the white line and produces some of the finest attacking football you've seen since you were knee high to a grasshopper. The game has everything and is a free flowing action packed goalasaurus. It ends in a mouthwatering 4-4 draw. The other side of the coin, you spend most of the match daydreaming and wondering if you were a wolf what colour nightie you would wear. You then wake up in the last minute to see a shot deflect off you big bottomed substitute resulting in a 1-0 dour win.
So are you a football purist or is it all about winning and winning ugly?