There is a Villa chap that did quite good coverage of it.
The old school commentators often said that the less you spout the better. Nowadays everybody has to say something. Doesn't seem to matter how fatuous it is as long as yer get summat out. One of the worst aspects of televised sport. And just why do we need a summariser. I know what I've seen, and if I looked away the commentator can keep me informed. And then post-match, any Tom, Dick or Harriet who has ever donned a Rag, Dipper or Arse shirt (note the colour!) has to rake over the entire game for a particular vacuous point they feel needs to be in the public domain. I watch televised sport the second it kicks off. I can fully exist without the verbiage the broadcasting companies think I'm waiting for!Brilliant isn’t it?
To be fair, the Arabic commentators aren’t far off being like that for a 0-0 between Everton and Southampton haha.
I’ve watched a few Prem games with Portuguese comms and it sounds like they’ve got a bottle of wine and a few cigars out and are sat back watching it. There can be two minutes go by sometimes and nobody’s said anything, laidback isn’t the word and the total opposite to the Arabic comms.
But even then, Tyler doesn’t get excited for our goals.
Yep and it’s even gone to the absurd level of often having two co commentators now.The old school commentators often said that the less you spout the better. Nowadays everybody has to say something. Doesn't seem to matter how fatuous it is as long as yer get summat out. One of the worst aspects of televised sport. And just why do we need a summariser. I know what I've seen, and if I looked away the commentator can keep me informed. And then post-match, any Tom, Dick or Harriet who has ever donned a Rag, Dipper or Arse shirt (note the colour!) has to rake over the entire game for a particular vacuous point they feel needs to be in the public domain. I watch televised sport the second it kicks off. I can fully exist without the verbiage the broadcasting companies think I'm waiting for!
Amazon is great for watching games as you can sack the commentary off. And it’s MILES better without it! You don’t half notice a positive difference without them prattling on all the time.The old school commentators often said that the less you spout the better. Nowadays everybody has to say something. Doesn't seem to matter how fatuous it is as long as yer get summat out. One of the worst aspects of televised sport. And just why do we need a summariser. I know what I've seen, and if I looked away the commentator can keep me informed. And then post-match, any Tom, Dick or Harriet who has ever donned a Rag, Dipper or Arse shirt (note the colour!) has to rake over the entire game for a particular vacuous point they feel needs to be in the public domain. I watch televised sport the second it kicks off. I can fully exist without the verbiage the broadcasting companies think I'm waiting for!
I did Jim...............ha.....ha.....Sounds like quite a night you had.
There seems to be a large number of fans (not just ours) who see themselves as a tough guy. Those same tough guys would take off like Usain Bolt if an opposition fan called them out. It's pitiful watching them. Me? I couldn't fight a kitten, let alone some big fucker who supports a different team. I know my limitations.Enjoyed that, until the final whistle when a plethora of fucking moron city fans were stood in front of the villa fans recording themselves being fucking morons.
Win the league and your reaction is to get your phone out and record yourself giving a bit to the opposition fans. I cannot fathom.
Great vid though!
Yeah, so much better. Some of the other broadcasters gave the option some time ago but then withdrew it. I suppose they realised that they were paying for some knob and no one was listening - we'd all chosen the crowd noise!Amazon is great for watching games as you can sack the commentary off. And it’s MILES better without it! You don’t half notice a positive difference without them prattling on all the time.
A few more random beauts to gape at:Just watched that now! Was wondering to myself what else is ‘up there’ and it popped in my head. What a moment! Loved that season so much.
It was at 2-2. Ederson fortunately was out quickly and booted the ball into outer spaceIt was weird actually being at the game, the similarities to the QPR game were acute. Playing poorly, letting two soft goals in and looking like we'd never score, to a dramatic turnaround in just over five minutes. Once Gundo scored the first the whole place and team visibly lifted and Villa started to wilt. Once the second hit the back of the net it was bedlam and I think everyone knew we'd win it from there. One thing I noticed on watching it back is either just after we'd equalised, or scored the third, Zinchenko almost went from hero to zero in a minute as he mishit a back pass that was nearly intercepted.
Although these sort of games are great when you actually win them for once I'd love us to go 4-0 up in 20 minutes and spend the rest of the game celebrating.
Seconded. Though a birthday skirmish with some (friendly) Ukrainian ladies put paid to me being able to fully experience and express the latest one.I can't disagree with what you say pal but even when Coutinho scored Villa's 2nd on 69 minutes i felt it wasn't over, and I felt quite calm thinking in it wasn't over, i thought we had it in us to turn it round . I just felt we still had something even though i kept glancing at the clock ticking down. Without going into much further details up stepped Gundogan on 82 mins and the rest is history, as they say. I went in the Summerbee bar after the game and bumped into a drunken @Didsbury Dave and we both rejoiced the occasion to then talk about fishing. Lol: )
However, i was at the semi and final in 2011 when Yaya scored in both games and for me that was more monumental an occasion and achievement because we went into unfamiliar territory when the final whistle blew, certainly since the distant memory of the 76 League Cup final win. The moment Yaya struck the goal i could see the bullet like trajectory from behind the goal. All my pent up frustrations from being there at every disappointing relegation under Swales dissolved instantly into sheer exhilaration, and being a long suffering blue suddenly made sense from many years of hurt frustration and piss taking from gleeful rags. For me that moment meant we had not only caught up with the rags but demoralised them into them thinking we were here for the long haul, twas such a defining moment up there with the Dikov equaliser and the Aguero moment.
And the Aguero moment was a very special moment but we'd (it seemed) already arrived(to me) by winning the FA cup the year before. But that Aguero moment really had us all in dreamland when we felt we were(yet again) so close to despair and 'typical City' disappointment.
It's fuckin' great being a blue. Always has been even when we shite. But the irony of it all is so sweet nowadays. Now United are shite and the sweetest thing of all is seeing them choking on their humble pie because they find it so hard to accept how the once high and mighty Manchester United are now well and truly in our shadow trying desperately to come good again. Fuck 'em.
But, but. What?Seconded. Though a birthday skirmish with some (friendly) Ukrainian ladies put paid to me being able to fully experience and express the latest one.
Had to make do with a subdued growl and air punch in case I scared anyone.
Still had a giddy, fuzzy feeling inside, but it had more of a 'smug GTF' flavour than 'orgasmic ecstasy rapture' his time.