Merry Gramblemas
all my grambling chums out there in Grambleland. This week is the special Christmas edition of
The Grambler which basically means it is the same as every other week except it
is longer. And you get sprouts with it.
I toyed with starting us off with a gramblerised version of a popular Christmas song, but there are so many to choose from – Grambling Around the Christmas Tree, Grambling Merry Christmas, Peace On Earth/Little Grambler Boy, I Saw Mommy Grambling Santa Claus [steady on – Ed], Grambling in the Air, Stop the Gramblery – just too many. So I thought, sod it.
That’s not in keeping with the festive seasoning, is it?
Oh, you’re back, are you?
It is susposed
to be an time of peace arnd goodwill to all our fellow human beans – even that
miserable old sod at number 83. And her across the road, letting her kids run
nilly willy across my carefully manicmanured lawn. And her at 73 with the cat. Next time it comes into my garden to do its
business I’ll be ready with a kettle of boiling water. That’ll teach it! Where was I?
Oh yes, peace and goodwill to all men.
But not cats. Of course Christmas
has changed considerarbly since I was a lad.
Now it’s just commercialisationism what with these X stations and play
boxes. It’s all computers - In my day
the only computer we had heard of was called Bernie and it was the size of an
house. It took it all its time to tell
you if your premium bond had come up. It
couldn’t have been much good; mine never won. - And why does everyone want
these eye patch things? Not much use
unless you want to dress up as Long Johns Silver. In my day you asked for an orange and a new
penny and thought yourself lucky if you got that. Santa nearly always forgot what I arsked
for. He is an old codger, probably got
dim…demen… Al Simon’s disease! That’s
what it’s called nowadays. Named arfter
that singer bloke. The one that used to
sing with that Carbunkle fellow. He sang
that song about his name. Something
about calling him Betty if you’re his long lost pal. Made no sense at all to me. Now why am I talking about him? Al Simon?
Didn’t they name something after him?
Can’t for the life of me remember what.
Of course when I were little, rationalising was still in place after the
war. Even if you could get it you
couldn’t afford it. In my day, if you
wanted something nice you had to nick it.…etc.
etc. ad infinitum
Anyone else want to put in their tuppence worth before we start grambling? Oh, hello, Dougie (the local inebriate).
Ah’m gonnae huv a kin brilliant Christmas, so am
Er…How do you mull Buckfast?
How the f*** dae
ah know? We just kin mix it wi
voddie. Kin magic so it is. Me an ma buds jist get kin oot wur brains wi
it. Kin mad wi’ it, man.
So just like any other day,
then?
Ehm…I suppose
ye’re right. Kin brilliant!
I think it’s time to get on with some grambling.
This Saturday - 21st
December – The Grambler has only 54 senior games to choose from. Being Christmas, the schedules are all to
pot. Hardly any English Premiership
games are in the 54. Anyway, I am now
just waiting for Arthur to give me this week’s predictions….Won’t be long….Talk
amongst yourselves….Where the devil is he?....Ah, here he comes. Arthur, have you been drinking?
Well, it is
Christmarse. That lovely chap, Dougal
just let me have a little sip of his, what’s it called? Mulled breakfast. Very nice.
Belch!
Yes, well, as long as you’ve
brought the predictions.
Fear not my
good fellow, I have them right here in my hand…hang on, that’s a cocktail
sausage. I can’t have eaten them,
surely. I put them somewhere for
safekeeping. Now where was it? Oh. I
remember. I sturffed them down me
underpants. Here you are.
No you hang on to them, I can
read them from here.
Right. What have we got? Three homes and two aways. All from the English Championship and
Divisions 1 and 2 (or Divisions 3 and 4 to those of us who can actually count!)
Game – Result – Odds
For our first game we head to
the Midlands , to St.
Andrews , the home of Birmingham City , where the Blues play host to the Foresters. The Grambler’s prediction for this one is
that the Brummies will win. I’m not so
sure and nor are the bookies; Forest are favourites to win this one. Indeed, Birmingham have given the home fans little to cheer about this
season having lost 4 from 10 league games.
They have actually only won at home 3 times this season, the other 3
being draws. Forest have played 10 away
from home this season winning 4 and drawing 4, so on paper at least they look
the better bet. They are also
significantly higher in the table. What
about recent head to heads? The teams
have met 4 times in the past couple of seasons and, surprisingly, it is Birmingham that have the (slightly) better record having won 2 and
drawn 1. Home win, Grambler? There is one added ingredient which makes me
think The Grambler could actually be right here. Darren Randolph. Yep, the Irish international goalie is
between the sticks for the Brummies.
And? I hear you ask. He only played for the ‘Well last year. He only helped us to second spot behind that
lot from Parkhead. All together now
Leyton Orient vs Crawley Town – Home win
– 17/20
For our second game we head
to the Matchroom Stadium in Leyton – named presumably after the chairman (a
cockney for the purposes of this story) saw the all-seated stadium for the
first time and exclaimed, ‘There isn’t much room’ – he’s a cockney, see. Pronounces his ‘u’s as ‘a’s. I do hate having to explain jokes. Actually, Orient’s chairman is Barry Hearn,
owner of Matchroom Sport. Any road up,
Orient play host to the Creepies.
Nah. That’s not their
nickname. They are known as the
Reds. Prefer Creepies, myself. It would be apt because they have crept
steadily up the various leagues to Division 1 (3!) after only getting to the
Conference league as recently as 2004.
So, The Grambler predicts this is going to go the home side’s way. I would not disagree. Orient are currently sitting pretty at the
top of the table, while Crawley languish (that’s a good word) in 14th
spot only 8 points ahead of bottom placed Bristol City (the well-known rhyming
slang). In the 11 home games they have
played this season, Leyton Orient have only lost once. The Creepies, on the other hand, have won
only once on the road this season.
Saying that, they have managed 5 draws away from home, so The Grambler
prediction might come unstuck with Crawley taking a
point here. The teams have only met
twice before and both games went Crawley's way . I doubt if
Orient will slip up though, all things being equal [If all things were equal, it would
be a draw. Ed].
The middle game of our five
takes us to Victoria Park where the Pools – or Monkey Hangers if you prefer –
play host to the Brewers. The Grambler
has predicted that this will go Hartlepool ’s way even though they sit 16th in the
table, 10 spots below Burton . Hmm. Can’t say I agree with that. The Pools haven’t won since 23rd
of November and Burton haven’t lost since 16th of November. What should that tell you? In fact, Burton have a brilliant away record only losing 2 away games
all season. Hartlepool have lost 4 at home, but they have won 6 and the last time they lost
at home, in the league at least, was back in September. Maybe The Grambler has called this one
right. But I doubt it.
By the way, I think Hartlepool have our ‘player with the cracking name of the week’ in their
squad. Step forward please….Zak
Boagey. Isn’t that brill?
For our fourth game we head
down to Home Park , Plymouth
where our old friends the Pilgrims play host to some other old friends, the
Shakers. The Grambler predicts this as
an away win and expects the Pilgrims to be ‘shaken’. Do you see what I did there? Both teams are in the bottom half of the
table with only 3 places (and 3 points) separating them. So how have they fared home and away this
season? First up the Pilgrims at home – 11
played, 4 won. Hmm, not very good. Next, the Shakers away – 9 played, 1
won. One?? Oh dear.
Sorry Grambler, I think you’ve got another one wrong.
Oh, I’ve just seen another
contender for ‘player with the cracking name of the week’. Plymouth have a midfielder with the cracking name of Dominic
Blizzard.
And finally, Cyril? And finally Esther, we head oop north to’t Boooootham Crescent where T’York City tek ont Oxfudd Yooooooooonited. Sorry about that; I’ve suddenly gone all
Geoffrey Boycott. Ahem. Start again.
The Grambler has predicted that the Yellows will beat the Mister Men. Mister Men?
Sorry, I meant Minstermen. Well,
considering Oxford are top of the table and York are down at 20th, The Grambler may well
have got this one right. Shall we bother
with the stats? Don’t think we need
to. Oh all right then. Right, York at home – 9 played, 5 won. Hmm, that’s not too bad. Next, Oxford away – 9 played, 6 won. That’s better – 6 beats 5. Job done. Oxford will win.
So, there we have it my grambling chums, The Grambler has chosen. Once again we have gone with a 20 pee accumulator and 10 x 20 pee doubles (aka the cowardy bet). So, what will the Bobby Moore Fund receive if all these predictions are correct and Mr Bet365 pays up?
£33.48
Woo hoo. Maybe, just maybe, The Grambler has given us
a little Christmas present…Then again, maybe not.
Finally, this being Christmas, we ought to end with something Christmassy. What should it be, I thought. A little poem perhaps? Nah. What about a cute picture? A cat with tinsel? A little robin redbreast? Ahh. Nah. What should it be? Thanks to b3ta, I found the answer. A Christmas wish from none other than Father Jack.
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