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Watching too much football on the television can do funny things to you. Sitting here, watching France trying desperately to batter down the Togolese defence, my mind turned (yet again) to the commentators of days gone by. This time, Gerald Sinstadt. He was of the old school – physically, there was something of the Alan Whicker about him – and was what one would describe as a stalwart of the television screen. Rarely actually seen, he worked for Granada in the north-west and TVS, down here on the south coast, before seeing out his days at the BBC. Not a bad way to spend one’s Indian summer, I think you’ll agree. What I did find out (which caused a curious mixture if near hilarity and extreme disappointment) is that it is widely believed that he was caught knocking one out in a mucky cinema at some point. I now, obviously, desperately need clarification of whether this actually happened or not.
But I digress. My thoughts quickly turned, as they are wont to do, back to The Gubba (cf: previous posts on this blog). Who would win in a fight between them? Now, I’m more than happy to email the BBC and request Inter-Commentator Deathfights (it would fit quite tidily into BBC3’s schedule), but I’m not over-optimistic that they’ll go for it, so we’ll have to go with a Googlefight instead. The result? I AM GUBBA, HEAR ME ROAR. An absolute thrashing. Back to the cinema with you, Gerald.
Ian began writing Twohundredpercent in May 2006. He lives in Brighton. He has also written for, amongst others, Pitch Invasion, FC Business Magazine, The Score, When Saturday Comes, Stand Against Modern Football and The Football Supporter. Ian was the first winner of the Socrates Award For Not Being Dead Yet at the 2010 NOPA awards for football bloggers.
Managing a football association seems like it can do funny things to you too – i take it youve seen this? http://www.bbc.co.uk/pressoffice/pressreleases/stories/2006/06_june/22/scolari.shtml
I can’t get that link to work, stu.
try this one, its got the video of the interview aswell.
I saw that last night. Fair play to him – even if he was just saying it, at least he was honorable about it.
Ding. Made me think – what was the rush? Couldnt we have waited two months?
I think they wanted McLaren all along. If they hadn’t they’d have held out for someone else, or… offered it to Martin O’Neill, as everybody knows they should have done.
As far as I’m aware, he did get caught in a mucky film. This is why I keep going on about it.