Tuesday, 15 June 2010
I'd almost forgotten how much of a clown Kevin Keegan is til up he popped on Saturday with his pre-match prediction of a 4-1 win for England. I'd been lyin on the settee, feelin sorry for masel wi slightly dodgy guts when i heard that pish and near fell off said couch guffawin.
And Kev's got form when it comes to giein me a titter.
His rant against Ferguson was kinda tasty. But back in 1976, Superstars was the best thing on tv and when KK fell aff his bike and blew any chance o winnin, i'd truly learned the meaning of schadenfreude (tho i didnae ken it yet).
Thank you to that rude boy at De-evolving for mindin me o this. He's got a mucky mouth but i'm sure his heart's in the right place.
Last week i'd been gonna avoid this World Cup as far as poss. Now i'll be tunin in as oft as poss in the hope that Mr K's gob is unleashed on us once again. Or mibbies he'll fall off his seat - ye cannae whack a pratfall.
And if cuddly Kevin does come up trumps, i won't have felt that good since Archie Gemmil scored against Holland in 1978. (That's no quite true.)