After the Stanford Storm that emerged last night (I always knew he was dodgy) today has been a slightly more quiet news day. Away from the pleasant distractions peddled by Sky Sports news, such as the video of a 6 year French Algerian who's amazing at football (already named ZZ Tot. Incredible), there hasn't been the plan-shattering breaking news of yesterday.
Despite that the writing required from me has been the most of my working week. This morning brought copious research on the Mourinho/ Ferguson managerial relationship in preparation for their champions league meeting next week. Until started it I didn't realise the amazing record that Mourinho holds over the red faced, gum chewing "greatest manager in modern times" (according to Roy Hodgson). In their twelve games against each other Mourinho has had 6 wins and four draws in comparison with Fergies 2 wins, one of which was on penalties in the Community Shield. The quality of the ties next week in the UEFA Champion of Champions Thunderball cup is incredible and I'm a bit gutted I'm not here to try and stalk a journalist to the ground and follow them in, clinging to the tendrils of their journalistic credentials. After researching and writing 50 words on 5 key Mourinho/Ferguson clashes I had a strange longing for the "Special One" to return to blighty and take up his position as arrogant, handsomely continental scourge of the establishment.
After this misty-eyed examination of the past I had to assemble a list of the top 10 worst cricket wickets ever in the wake of the farce in Antigua and response to the news that Glamorgan are not ready for the Ashes. Amongst the tales of bowlers taking 6 for 22 on pitches that sounded as if they were made out of corrugated iron there were some funny stories, especially a certain yarn about a lawyer trying to get Sachin Tendulkar arrested for his part in having a match abandoned (they were really looking forward to it by the sounds of things).
Overall another engrossing day. There are some interesting stories about at the moment especially regarding Ebbsfleet Utd who look in dire straits after the myfootballclub.com bubble has burst and only a fraction of their members have re-subscribed before tomorrow's deadline. I heard a story in the office that detailed how a vote had been arranged to ascertain whether the fans wanted to start picking the team again. It returned a strong no vote of around 85% perhaps showing how much people can actually be bothered. But even worse only 500 people voted. Says it all really.
Tomorrow requires another trip in to Suburbia for the England Rugby Union press conference ahead of the weekend game. Hopefully I'll see man mountain and possibly the ugliest man on record apart from John Merrick Martin Johnson as well as "under-fire" Rob Andrew. There are several difficult train changes in order to get to the slightly weirdly named Penny Hill Park Hotel (I think sounds a bit like a make believe land from a children's TV program) but it wouldn't be half as fun without them. If however there is no blog tomorrow send the search teams to Bagshot in Surrey where my corpse will be clutching an arm full of useless train tickets.
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