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Sunday, 1 July 2007

Hugh Johns

Hugh Richard Lewis Johns (September 6, 1923 - June 28, 2007)


(My thanks to BGT for this but, if you find yourself filling up after reading this, click HERE and your nostalgia breakdown will be complete.


First of all, thanks to Betty for tipping me off about this.
Secondly.........dammit to Hell!! Another big chunk of my childhood has become a memory - and nothing more.
Hugh Johns, the legendary football commentator, died on Friday at the age of 83. For me, Hugh Johns was as important a part of the Sundays of my youth as playing football in the park until lunchtime, racing home to listen to Round The Horn, tucking into roast beef and Yorkshire pud and then taping Pick of the Pops after tea.

Hugh and the fantastic ATV Star Soccer match came at 2pm, after lunch and before tea. God, I can't get that tune out of my head now......da-da, da-da-daa-daa-daa, da-da-da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, daaaaa, daaaaa, da-da-da daaaaa! Sorry, I'm losing it.
The games featured Midland clubs and, as my pal Arabella pointed out spookily not so long ago,
every third one had to feature Derby County "live" from the mudbath which was The Baseball Ground. All my footballing heroes featured at one time or another. The genius who was/is Frankie Worthington, Peter Shilton, Cloughie and even Gordon Banks, Henry Newton and Ian Storey-Moore in the early days. They were all there. It was great to be a Midland football fan then as both Derby and Aston Villa as well as, of course, my beloved Nottingham Forest all won the First Division title in those years.
Hugh always used to shout "One nil!!" the moment anyone hit the ball in sight of goal. The shot would invariably fly just past the corner flag but it didn't matter - once in a while he got it right and the effect of shouting that line before the ball had hit the net was tremendous.
Hugh was probably most famed for something he DIDN'T say, however. He didn't say "And here comes Hurst, there's...some people are on the pitch, they think it's all over....it is now! It's four!" That immortal line was spoken by Kenneth Wolstenholme, the BBC TV commentator during the 1966 World Cup Final when Geoff Hurst completed his hat-trick with a crashing shot into the top corner and England beat Germany to lift the coveted trophy for the first and only time to date. No, our Hugh had the misfortune to be commentating for ITV that day. In the face of Wolstenholme's fantastic and memorable commentary, there wasn't much one could say which would even come close. For those who are interested, while Wolstenhome was "it is now'ing" it over on the BBC, Hugh managed: "Here’s Hurst. He might make it three. He has! He has! And that’s it! That’s it!"
God, I LOVED Star Soccer and Hugh Johns was the voice of it. Without him it would have been like....well....like......roast beef without the Yorkshires!
The Doog, although not one of my heroes, died last week and he was part of my childhood. Now Hugh has gone. Jesus, I hope Tinger and Tucker are safe and well somewhere. God bless you Hugh.


Hugh Richard Lewis Johns (September 6, 1923 - June 28, 2007)

First of all, thanks to Betty for tipping me off about this.
Secondly.........dammit to Hell!! Another big chunk of my childhood has become a memory - and nothing more.
Hugh Johns, the legendary football commentator, died on Friday at the age of 83. For me, Hugh Johns was as important a part of the Sundays of my youth as playing football in the park until lunchtime, racing home to listen to Round The Horn, tucking into roast beef and Yorkshire pud and then taping Pick of the Pops after tea.

Hugh and the fantastic ATV Star Soccer match came at 2pm, after lunch and before tea. God, I can't get that tune out of my head now......da-da, da-da-daa-daa-daa, da-da-da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, daaaaa, daaaaa, da-da-da daaaaa! Sorry, I'm losing it.
The games featured Midland clubs and, as my pal Arabella pointed out spookily not so long ago,
every third one had to feature Derby County "live" from the mudbath which was The Baseball Ground. All my footballing heroes featured at one time or another. The genius who was/is Frankie Worthington, Peter Shilton, Cloughie and even Gordon Banks, Henry Newton and Ian Storey-Moore in the early days. They were all there. It was great to be a Midland football fan then as both Derby and Aston Villa as well as, of course, my beloved Nottingham Forest all won the First Division title in those years.
Hugh always used to shout "One nil!!" the moment anyone hit the ball in sight of goal. The shot would invariably fly just past the corner flag but it didn't matter - once in a while he got it right and the effect of shouting that line before the ball had hit the net was tremendous.
Hugh was probably most famed for something he DIDN'T say, however. He didn't say "And here comes Hurst, there's...some people are on the pitch, they think it's all over....it is now! It's four!" That immortal line was spoken by Kenneth Wolstenholme, the BBC TV commentator during the 1966 World Cup Final when Geoff Hurst completed his hat-trick with a crashing shot into the top corner and England beat Germany to lift the coveted trophy for the first and only time to date. No, our Hugh had the misfortune to be commentating for ITV that day. In the face of Wolstenholme's fantastic and memorable commentary, there wasn't much one could say which would even come close. For those who are interested, while Wolstenhome was "it is now'ing" it over on the BBC, Hugh managed: "Here’s Hurst. He might make it three. He has! He has! And that’s it! That’s it!"
God, I LOVED Star Soccer and Hugh Johns was the voice of it. Without him it would have been like....well....like......roast beef without the Yorkshires!
The Doog, although not one of my heroes, died last week and he was part of my childhood. Now Hugh has gone. Jesus, I hope Tinger and Tucker are safe and well somewhere. God bless you Hugh.

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WEDNESDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2007

SHORTS DON'T MATTER! 1. From the greatest programme ever made about association football, Barnstoneworth United FC manager Mr Dainty delivers one of the finest English soliloqiues of all time.......and afterwards, spare a thought for the club steward's wife Vera (YOU ONLY HAVE TO WATCH HALF OF THE CLIP!!).

Monday, 12 November 2007

Not everyone who agonises over their life is a painter. Some of us agonise because we're NOT painters.

....And On the Subject of Great Public Services

I know most of you have heard this marvellous song by those doctors who are the Amateur Transplants......but I think the video is a nice addition. P.S. If there are kids in the room I'd shuffle them out before hitting play.

...There's More

On the subject of those great doctors, here is their version of More Than Words which presents their challenging views on women outside Watford. The very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither, coming from Cumbria, is a huge fan. Again, get those kids out of the room!

Leave Britney Alone, Ok!!!

Oh...........my............God!!!!! My heartfelt thanks go to BGT for this. I won't say much more, I don't need to. Mr Loony of Loonytown, USA (I think it's a bloke, anyway), says it all. I fear he may be wound too tight for.....well.....well for everywhere, really!

Tuesday, 18 September 2007.

I wish I'd sung this! For non-Americans, and with apologies to all the smart arses out there who already knew, the FCC is the Federal Communications Commission and it monitors TV and radio output in the States - a sort of broadcast police - while the EPA is the Yanks' so-called Environmental Protection Agency, a body which does exactly the opposite of what it says on the can. (P.S. We went to the same school, you know? Eric and me, that is, not George, Martha, Dick and Condoleeza and me. I don't think they went to school.) P.P.S. Please see below if you are I Like The View, Malc or Doris.

To Make You Laugh and Cry

I was listening to this on a Sunday, the very-soon-to-be ex-Mrs Pither is a Catholic, Tom Lehrer is one of my all-time heroes and this is one of his best.............no other reasons. On a more sombre note (and with thanks to Fish for coming up with this Woman's-Own-passes-the-time-in-the-dentist's-waiting-room nonsense), why not get a computer to tell you that you are a waste of space and your life is a sham of a mockery of a farce? Ok, it's from one of those poxy dating sites but...go on, take the test. You ain't got much to beat!!
This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 4.2
Mind: 4.1
Body: 2.7
Spirit: 8
Friends/Family: 1.6
Love: 0
Finance: 5.9
Take the Rate My Life Quiz
Apparently, in my case, "computer say 'no!'"

I First Saw This When I Was Little - And Loved It! I Hope That Explains a Few Things

Fuck, Fuckety, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck

It has been pointed out to me that, particularly for one whose profession is supposedly literary, my language is getting worse. My use of the "F" word is, I am told, far too prevalent and hence loses impact. To those who share this view I suggest you watch the following:

Tony Blair Isn't a Burglar - But If He Was.........

In the spirit of Gustav Holst's Jupiter and Manfred Mann's Earth Band, I feel like raising a smile today. The Big Green Thing alerted me to this and, for no other reason than to raise a smile on an otherwise crap Wednesday, I think it has to be shared. Grantham shall not have him - when he gets out of prison.

Life On The Edge - No Net.

I was wrong when I feared it might be a dull weekend, what with my pals being away, my soon-to-be ex-wife in rehab and only the dogs to play with. How wrong can a man be? This much fun must surely be illegal? Just click to see the japes and hoots I am having! Click again to see how things got REALLy exciting! Tomorrow we're going to chase pigeons.

The Good Old U.S. of A. - Guardians of Freedom and Democracy. Nothing to Be Scared of, Then?

Be honest........

IT'S THE QUIZ OF THE WEEK! JUST SCROLL DOWN AND HIT "FULL QUIZ".