Who does the lineman think he is God...cos thats what he's expected to be!

Okay this is the last piece I am writing on the English victory against Ukraine on Tuesday night. As you all know there was big hoo haa when a goal wasn't awarded againts England when the ball crossed the line. The goal checker or whatever his name is missed it but apparently in the move the Ukraine player was offside.
Now this is the bit that's interesting. Correct me if I am wrong, but to make the correct offside decision, the linesman has to see the line of the players at the exact moment the ball is kicked. Essentially he has to be looking in 2 places at once...looking at the players in the line and looking at the bloke kicking the ball. Now the only person I know who can do that is God and yet a poxy linesman (who is paid out of the crumbs left on the premiership table) is expected to do a job which is quite simply impossible.
Saving a penalty is difficult but not impossible, scoring a world class goal is difficult but not impossible. Looking at 2 different areas of the pitch at the same time is impossible. Just remember that MOTD pundits when you slate the linesman for doing a job which is not only thankless its not possible.

Tribute to my 2 followers continued

By the way...what's the difference between a follower and a member? Because if a member is a follower then apart from me and the Mrs, I havent got any followers. Nice touch.

Tribute to my 2 followers

I would like to thank my two blog followers who remained loyal to me during those dark times when I went nearly 2 years without posting. Such loyalty does not go unnoticed and to return the favour I am going to share my tip with you that England are going to win Euro 2012. Come on England! Can you believe that not one pundit on MOTD on Friday night backed us to win the tournament!

Rani Loses Book Sale in Moment of Madness

Forgive me bloggers for my nigh on 2 year absence but I feel compelled to share yesterday evening's tale of woe. During swimming class at Belgrave Centre last night I agreed terms on the sale of a further copy of the one and only Perfect Match. The problem was that in my haste to get to the Duke of Wellington I completely forgot to do the deal and thereby finace my brief trip to the battle cruiser. This just goes to prove the old saying that a book in the hand is worth a pint in the Welli. Rest assured, I wont make the same mistake again...but then again, knowing me , I probably will.