Oh god, we go through this EVERY BLOODY YEAR. Famous Cyclist A does summat good. Everyone says Famous Cyclist A should win SPOTY. Someone else wins. Chippy cycling fans moan that we wuz robbed....
I. Do. Not. Give. A. Toss.
So there.
Yes, exactly and still people moan when a footballer gets on the list, let alone wins...Apart from Mark Cavendish, Chris Hoy and Tommy Simpson...
Yes, exactly and still people moan when a footballer gets on the list, let alone wins...
It's remarkable how few footballers have won it given its ubiquity - the list suggests a preference for athletics and motor racing. Still, we souldn't let facts get in the way...
It's remarkable how few footballers have won it given its ubiquity - the list suggests a preference for athletics and motor racing. Still, we shouldn't let facts get in the way...
it's not remarkable. In the past it was peers voting for the winner so you wouldn't have many footballers winning it. Now it's the general public...Ryan Giggs....
...we shouldn't let facts get in the way...
I think a lot of that is down to the Partisan nature of football club supporters, irrespective of the footballers international achievments.
Thank you for correcting that for me. Have I been doing it a lot?I do wish you wouldn't misuse capitals. I've wasted a lot of time trying to work out what is Parisian about football supporters.
I don't get it either - Paris is a capital innit?Thank you for correcting that for me. Have I been doing it a lot?
I've wasted a lot of time trying to work out what is Parisian about football supporters.
Is it the smell?
In Paris, in August, one can breathe.
With about a third of the usual number of cars, the air feels like the Swiss Mountains.
Half the population has gone. Those who are left develop a camaraderie seldom seen in this pushy city, renowned for its rudeness.
It is a kind of comfortable complicity. "We were wise enough to stay."
These remnant Parisians are relaxed. They smile. Strike up conversations at bus stops. Suddenly, there is time to take time.
In the early mornings, everything is still. The parks and gardens breathe aromatic, moist air through their railings onto the silent streets.