Andy Gray – Richard Keys
OK, explain it to me!
Not the offside rule – not interested. I want to know whether they were sacked/resigned for complaining that the linesman didn’t know the offside rule – or a woman didn’t know the offside rule – which is it?
If he had been a man and happened to be gay – would they have been sacked/resigned for homophobia?
If he had been a man and happened to be black – would they have been sacked/resigned for racism?
It matters because it defines whether you can’t suggest that a woman isn’t ‘ace’ at her job, or whether the time honoured tradition of loudly declaring that the referee/linesman has a white stick and a tin can has just been ruled offside…..
Whilst you are pondering – can anyone remember the name of the famous singer “Max” someone? who sang of rugby referees and white sticks and tin cans, can’t find it on Youtube for the life of me……
January 29, 2011 at 13:41
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It’s part of a bigger picture.
Andy Gray earns £1.5M a year working for Sky, he is suing the News of the
world for hacking his phone. A lawsuit including details that happen to have
led to the resignation of Andy Coulson this week as a senior figure of the
Conservatives.
So, bearing in mind Rupert Murdoch owns Sky and News of the World. Andy
Gray gets £1.5M a year from his boss, and is suing a company owned by his
boss. Which happens to have seriously fucked off the dominant political party
of the moment, at a time when Murdoch is lobbying to expand control of his
news empire.
Looks like they’ve looked for an excuse and used the thought-crime squad to
hang him. He is fucked, every football club depends on Murdoch and the BBC
will keep it’s distance since he pissed off the Tories. Who would employ
him?
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January 27, 2011 at 03:54
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EEK!
Now then , you’re being silly! Far too silly! Now stop this silliness…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iu7vySQbgXI&feature=player_embedded
- January
26, 2011 at 22:08
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Engineer: “the lineswoman really should have known better than to put
herself in such a position”
How could she do that? By acknowledging that football is a real man’s game
and not putting herself forward?
- January 26, 2011 at 22:18
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Sorry – I’ll try and extract my tongue from my cheek.
- January 26, 2011 at
22:24
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Not on this site you won’t, you filthy beast – you keep it right where
it is…….
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January 26, 2011 at 22:59
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Yes ma’am.
- January
26, 2011 at 22:04
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In answer to your questions at the start of the post, I would imagine that
comments like “course he doesn’t understand the offside rule, he’s a poof,
they’re only interested in handbags” or “footballs rules are a bit technical
and too hard for jungle bunnies to understand” would have attracted equal, if
not more, criticism. The remarks were directed at her not because she was a
bad linesman, but because she was a woman, and that’s just stupid. The men
concerned are saloon-bar dinosaurs, and I couldn’t give a shit if they got the
sack or not. Mind you, I don’t give a shit about football either. It’s a
poof’s game.
- January
27, 2011 at 06:00
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“The remarks were directed at her not because she was a bad linesman,
but because she was a woman, and that’s just stupid. “
You should hear the comments in my office when one of the men (unwisely)
states that he plans to do some cooking or washing.
‘Oh, do you know where the oven is?’
‘Remember not to put the socks in with the whites..’
Is that actionable?
- January 26, 2011 at 21:59
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Ah, Max Boyce….the Pontypool Front Row…OGGY OGGY OGGY!
Now football pundits could learn much from Rugby, a game noted for the
delicate language and alcoholic abstemiousness of it’s protagonists. Songs
might be sung, but heaven forfend that any might have rude words. I’m quite
sure that the four-and -twenty virgins that came from Inverness were quite
safe (to their deep chagrin, no doubt) and returned virgo intacta. There is
never any violence, and any punches that might be thrown are merely male
bonding rituals. Ladies of course, return the general compliment by averting
their gaze from sturdy thighs, and generally thinking pure thoughts.
Football, regrettably, attracts the coarser element. This was just an
accident waiting to happen, and the lineswoman really should have known better
than to put herself in such a position.
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January 26, 2011 at 23:46
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As they say :
“games for hooligans played by gentlemen, and games for
gentlemen played by hooligans”
Your choice which way round.
- January 26, 2011 at
21:09
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It is amusing to read, se, & hear other ‘ journalists ‘ both print and
electronic rushing in to condemn these presenters. As there is ‘no honour
amongst thieves’ so is there no honour amongst professional
scribblers.
Pimps and Ponces have more moral integrity than this lot.
- January 26, 2011 at 20:42
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What I don’t understand is if the remarks made in private were deemed to be
offensive why were they then broadcast by the media?
The assistant referee in question would have been unaware of the Gray/Keys
remarks at the time they were made so couldn’t have been offended by them.
The mainstream media has this strange idea that it just observes, (and
reports), but has no affect on the subjects of its observations.
- January
26, 2011 at 20:35
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I think it depends.
If there is an official stood behind the last pundit when the remark is
made, then it isn’t offensive, even if the other pundit is behind the official
when they respond to said remark.
Of course they changed the rules about fifteen years ago, it used to be
offensive if the last pundit was stood alongside the official, but now if one
is level with the official, then it isn’t offensive.
It is all very confusing, especially when one factors in the consideration
of passive offensiveness. When the pundit is behind the official when the
remark is made, is he interfering with the broadcast or the career of the
official? If not, even though he is behind the official at the time the remark
is made, it is ruled inoffensive and the banter continues.
But of course, if the pundit isn’t interfering with the broadcast, then
what is he doing on the bloody telly?
- January 26, 2011 at 21:02
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January 26, 2011 at 20:32
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There was fantastic banter about this at my work place today between the
respective “nuns” and “monks” (OK, I know, just bear with me). Various
comments stick in the mind, eg
Sister M: ” Well I don’t give a f**ck, women
don’t know the offside rule”
Brother M: “Well there’s the Equality
Nazi!”
Sister M (wearing short dress and crossing long legs) “I just hope
they get Jamie Redknapp on, he’s fit”
Brother P: “Hey! That demeans us
men”
Sister X: “It doesn’t demean you, we aren’t interested in
you”
Brother J: “I thought Sister M was the equal opportunity
officer”
Brother Z: ” She is, she’s equally rude about everyone”
Sister
M: “F***k off, where’s my cake”
Brother P: “If you don’t know by
now…”
Gildas: “They don’t have many mingers on Sky sports..ethical
dilemma”
All: “SHUT UP GILDAS!”
And so it went on…
And everyone was
happy
G
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January 26, 2011 at 20:24
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Max Boyce…….whatever happened to
- January 26, 2011 at 20:35
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Indeed it was. but this could be a leak.
- January 26, 2011 at 21:01
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You’re as old as the woman you just reminded……it’s ‘the incredible plan’,
and shame! it’s not on youtube……
Here you go……
THE INCREDIBLE
PLAN
by
Max Boyce
There’s a story told in the valleys
And I’ll tell it as best as I
can
The story of one William McGonegal Morgan
And of his incredible
plan.
It all started off on a cold winter’s night
A night that was
strangely, so still
When the rugby club’s general commitee
Banned
‘Sine-Die’ their ticket sec… Will.
He was in the wrong, we knew all along
There was no point in petitions
and pickets
He was caught with this woman at the back of the
stands
With the club’s allocation of tickets
What made it worse… she wasn’t the first
He’d been caught with Ben
Water’s wife, Ethel
We all knew her with her fox and her fur
She wore
it on Sundays to Bethel.
Will was sine-died, he broke down and cried
I’ve never seen a man in
such sorrow
‘Cos like Judas of old, he’d sold more than gold
With a
Scotland and Wales game tomorrow.
Then he had this idea… he’d go in disguise
He had it all drawn up and
planned
And he went to the game, to his family’s shame
As one of the
St. Alban’s Band.
Back in the village, they all got to know
‘Make one for me, will you?’
they’d say
They’d ask, ‘Any chance, for one against France?’
And fair
play, like… what could he say?
But the man’s very able, I think he’s in ‘Table’ (Roundtable?)
He was
working all hours, fair play!
He gave of his best, he was down to his
vest
Making about fifty a day.
But Will’s getting on and his best days are gone
‘Well, my lad… I’m
sad.’ he’d say
‘Will, you’re on the floor… you can’t do no more’
And
he’d say, ‘Where there’s a Will there’s a way!’
So he put an ad. in ‘The Guardian’
To employ a few men starting
Monday
And he started some men, I think about ten
Three shifts and
some working Sunday.
They made about three or four hundred
When the night shift was sent
‘two ’til ten’
The jigs were all changed and the tools rearranged
And
they started on ambulance men.
Then they ran out of buttons and bandage
And policemen were next on
the plans
While ‘B’ shift made refs. with dark glasses
Alsatians,
white sticks and tin cans.
Then production was brought to a standstill
And the union could quite
understand
When management tabled the motion
How things were a bit out
of hand!
I’ll never forget the day of the match
The likes of I’ll ne’er see
again
I can see them all, still… coming over the hill
Hundreds and
thousands of men.
The refs. came in four double deckers
It was going exactly to
plan
And the St. Albans Band came in lorries
And the police in a Griff
Fender van!
I’ll never forget the day of the match
The likes of I’ll ne’er see
again
When Queen Street was full of alsatians
And the pubs full of
ambulance men.
It was then I saw Will for the first time
I was standing on the steps
by ‘The Grand’
He was in a camel-hair coat… dressed up as a
goat
Marching in front of the band.
It was then that the accident happened!
The roads were all slippy and
wet
He was struck by a man in a greengrocer’s van
And they took him to
Davies… the vet.
Now Davies the vet’s a bit short sighted
He said, ‘I’m afraid it’s his
heart…
But he wouldn’t have lived longer, if he’d been stronger
His
eyes are too far apart.
The funeral was held on a Monday
The biggest I’d ever seen
The
wreaths came in four double deckers
There was one from Prince Charles and
The Queen.
(Sorry!… ‘The Price of Wales’ and ‘The Queens’)
There were sprays there from three thousand policemen
And one from the
St. Albans Band
And the bearers were refs. with alsations
Dark
glasses, white sticks and tin cans.
We sang at the graveside, the old funeral hymns
And we all went to
comfort his son
What made him sad, he said, was his Dad
Had died, not
knowing we’d won.
I couldn’t sleep for most of that night
I kept thinking of what he had
said
Dad had died… not knowing we’d won
So I dressed when I got out of
bed.
And I walked again to that hillside
To that last resting place on the
hill
It was all quiet, save… when I leaned over the grave
And I
shouted, ‘WE ‘AMMERED THEM, WILL!’
And that story is told in the valleys
And I’ve told it as best as I
can
The legend of William McGonegal Morgan
And of his Incredible
Plan.
- January 26, 2011 at 21:03
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That;s the one!
- January 26, 2011 at
21:07
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