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Today's topic is surrounding the football televisual farce that is SCOTSPORT. Losing all rights to Scottish Premier League football, they now show First Division football - fair enough - but what isn't fair is the quality of footage shown. Firstly, I had to check in a TV magazine to see if I was watching "You've Been Framed". David McKinnie makes Lisa Reilly look like a broadcasting god. Then we go back to the studio and we have a choice of English know-nothing has-beens. Mark Hateley, who has no idea what is going on and seems to start every sentence with "Er, the Kilmarnock lad", is on the show despite having no knowledge of the game at all. But I suppose it's all about getting the Rangers fans in to watch the show - as if they give a shit. I'll give credit to Andy Walker as he knows the ropes and writes in a quality newspaper. Jim Delahunt would be working in Safeway if it wasn't for the introduction of rugby footage to the show. In the good old days, it was called "Scotsport" for the laugh, as it only ever showed football, or, if someone had died, they would show a little video package. Montford was taking the piss! Nobody wants to see rugby. If they did, Scotland wouldn't have to give away tickets for free. Although that is being considered as a form of community service. Jim Delahunt also works illegally on the other side, as the new Basil Brush.
They sometimes talk about golf! What! It's on the BBC! I can guarantee that nobody wants to hear a golf debate. Macedonia vs England was talked about also. Scotsport is so named for the purpose of it being Scottish, not because the guy who invented it was called Scott. Thanks to Derek Johnstone for the use of that answer. In fact, DJ was taken off the show because many people would have to revert to wide-screen to enjoy the whole programme. Gone is the music too. Music that you could turn up and your Gran wouldn't mind. Music passed down from generation to generation more times than Bruce Forsyth's girlfriends. Now we have some techo crap in perhaps an attempt to bring in a hip viewer with gallons of oozing attitude. Oh, Cowabunga, Dude. Remember, TV isn't for the hip, it's for the hipless. And on that note........................ |
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