After a hard day’s grind I returned home to relax and watch my team, Arsenal, play some Portuguese cunts in the Europa League.
The presenter in the studio hands over to the commentator, Ian Darke, as the teams enter the tunnel. My piss then boils.
The commentator says “Welcome viewers to the Emirates Stadium and please also welcome my co-commentator, Karen Carney.”
Yes, some spilt arse shrieking windbag giving her ‘expert’ opinions on how she would ‘give the winger five yards’ or ‘whip quick crosses into the box’.
Like the women’s game is any comparison? The skill and speed levels are a million miles apart. It’s like me giving Duncan Goodhew swimming advice because I got my 25 metres freestyle certificate. Male players are cunts, sure, and modern football is a cunt too, but I’m sick of this pc shit of having to have split arses on the panel of experts. “Well at least they’re not commentating” was always my thoughts on this, (yes, I know they had one doing MOTD and for one game in the World Cup that nobody would’ve watched really). Now though, they’re shoe horning them in to the commentary box to ruin your enjoyment of the game itself. Instead of watching the game, I’m now reduced to ranting for 90 minutes.
Commentate on your own laughable version of the sport. If you’re gonna have split arses on the men’s football shows, only allow fit ones with their tits out.
Piss off.
Nominated by One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Cunt




