Get out of this thread at once.
You always look at which way the wind is blowing first though pal.
Shock horror, someone on a forum has a similar view on a popular topic?
I expect him to be a decent journalist on the matter and not rely on “the culture in cycling was to lie and cover up for one another so the ex rugby players saying I’m talking bollix shows there’s a problem”. I would also expect him to have better arguments than his myopic point about the increase in the size of the players from yhe ameteur era showing there’s an issue.
Nobody in rugby said there wasn’t doping, just that comparing it to cycling level doping is pure stupidity. Cycling in its organisation allows for that. It’s clear from reading about the systemic doping in cycling how important it was to have close knit teams where you could control every aspect of your drug programme. You just can’t do that in rugby where the size and scope of rugby programmes does not allow for that. Further more the economic incentive for systemic doping is just not there as it is for smaller cycling teams. It’s a ludicrous comparison.
PK criticising testing is fair enough. I’m not going to defend the IRFU or World Rugby by talking about the levels of testing they do as I know well that hiding behind numbers tested isn’t the whole story, just that PK was swinging left, right and centre with his rugby and doping crusade and missed the salient points. If he had picked some points to focus on rather than going on like it was some conspiracy then he’d have got some respect.
The “journalism” he has done on the matter is pure shite.
Ah here :rolleyes:
Wanna fight?
[QUOTE=“Tim Riggins, post: 1137322, member: 1382”]If he had picked some points to focus on rather than going on like it was some conspiracy then he’d have got some respect.
The “journalism” he has done on the matter is pure shite.[/QUOTE]
But it is a conspiracy you fucking arsehole. A pro rugby player told me stories of doping concerning Irish internationals, among other nationalities, but of course when a journalist asked for an interview he was re-buffed. Omerta at its finest.
Someday, someone (does anyone who plays rugby have the brain capacity?) will “spit in the soup” and expose it all. And you can sit there and read about it and then go put your head in the sand like a fucking ostrich.
You rattled pal?
Happens us all now and then.
There are more holes in this than Julius Caesar.
[QUOTE=“Tim Riggins, post: 1137274, member: 1382”]PK’s ‘investigations’
He’s uncovered absolutely nothing beyond an ex French rugby player criticising the use of cortisone ffs. All PK has done on the issue is scream that people involved in rugby saying the idea of systemic doping is laughable and criticising the use of dietary supplements even more laughable, is evidence of omerta.
That said McGurk is a buffoon who has never done anything remotely interesting whilst PK writes great articles when he isn’t on crusades. Best of luck PK.[/QUOTE]
Tim, are you signing up for (American) Fantasy Football or what?
:rolleyes:
Or people could just pay what they owe.
Same fucker would be wringing his hands about debtor prisons.
This is from a few years back but I only came across it recently. A cracking read on James Corden:
http://www.wsc.co.uk/wsc-daily/998-August-2010/5703-a-summer-spent-with-james-corden
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19 August ~ The World Cup may be starting to fade into memory but the banality of the tournament’s TV programming hasn’t. In WSC 282 (August 2010), Taylor Parkes evaluated ITV’s primetime offerings
The separation of football and the intellect isn’t always a wholly bad thing, but too many people make a career of it. Put that thought to the guilty men – including almost everyone who works in television – and the chances are they’ll scoff. “It’s only a laugh – that’s what footy’s all about, isn’t it?” Well… no, that’s not what “footy” is all about, not exclusively.
It’s a bit of a stretch to link the media’s increasingly blockheaded treatment of football to the blockheadedness of the England football team – plenty of better explanations for that. But it’s all part of the same thing, really: a thickening culture of bullish arrogance, absolute pride in not thinking. This idea that it’s all a bloody laugh. It’s eating away at everything now, and it’s only getting worse.
Not so long ago, a World Cup meant a few old matches or half-decent documentaries dropped into the TV schedules somewhere. All that’s left now, it seems, are endless clip shows like The World Cup’s Most Shocking Moments, in which creepily boyish Richard Bacon and comedy natural Peter Crouch present those overfamiliar clips (now about as “shocking” as Del Boy falling through the bar), complete with sneery, know-nothing comment from preening young comedians.
Colin Murray, the BBC’s new golden boy, turned the nightly highlights show into another backslapping gagfest, largely dispensing with match analysis in favour of feeble home-brew humour: footballers, we learnt, have amusing haircuts and sometimes dive unconvincingly. Lee Dixon laughed, at least.
The never-more-visible James Corden, like Murray and his backroom team of would-be comedy legends, suffers from that curious hubris which convinces every media oddjob they’re some kind of polymath. Corden may be a passable actor, but he’s not a naturally funny man nor a very likeable personality, and even he must be sick of the sight of himself.
Yet ITV, having paid £6 million for his services, devised a show for Corden to front with his quick wit and personal charm and broadcast the results at prime time for the duration of the tournament. And with sapping inevitability, James Corden’s World Cup Live was truly, truly horrible, a cack-handed cross between Soccer AM’s infantilism and TFI Friday’s Class A shoutiness.
Abbey Clancy was hired to do what Abbey Clancy does; the backroom boys worked out some skits about how Uruguay’s players had long hair and looked like girls; a polo-shirted audience whooped with well-marshalled efficiency. “Lovely stuff!” barked Corden, banging his cards on the desk. Somewhere in Britain, another library closed.
Ex-footballers with nothing better to do squeezed onto the sofa with sort-of celebs like Denise van Outen and Pixie Lott, the kind of people no one really cares about, without whom no TV show is commissioned (“Have you been watching the World Cup, Pixie?” probed our fearless host. “Well, I saw the England game,” giggled the vacant Lott).
In the aftermath of England v Algeria, Adrian Chiles trailed the show with a rather hopeful link: “If anyone can cheer you up after that performance, it’s James Corden.” I stuck around but somehow wasn’t cheered – instead I felt my immune system trying to reject my brain. Almost inevitably, Russell Brand appeared. He said things like “jizz” and “ballbag”, and everybody whooped again. Baffling to me, but then I’m not part of the football demographic. I know this because I have no urge to drink oddly-coloured alcopops after watching a man barge in for a shit while his wife is in the bath.
Amid the gormless triumphalism that followed England’s win over Slovenia, someone called Jack Whitehall (an instantly loathsome fluff-bearded whelp with a voice so hatefully smug and plummy he may have been a Class War plant) cracked a joke about how Germans are Nazis which would have offended Spitfire Ale’s admen. We got a real celebrity at last, Shakira joining JC and his ego in a grotesque salsa dance-off, the only humorous element of which was the fact that Corden is overweight, and thus looked “funny” shaking his booty next to a lithe professional dancer. While the man’s entitled (some would say forced) to pick up laughs in any way he can, this relentless belly-flaunting which is Corden’s main comedic thrust throws a curious light on his recent spat with poor old Patrick Stewart, who earned himself a volley of abuse for a lame crack about Corden’s size at an awards ceremony. “Christ almighty,” Stewart must have thought. “Hattie Jacques was never like this.”
However obnoxiously ambitious he may be, there’s something of the puppy dog about James Corden: no idea of his own limitations, never sensing when people are sick of him, responding to admonishment with hurt incredulity. You almost feel for him – underneath the insecure bluster, he may even be a nice guy. But no one’s forcing him to carry on like this, loudmouthed and bovine, everyone’s mate, greeting the half-witted cracks of his guests with false, desperate laughter. No one’s forcing him to breathe all over everything; to become, as he has, as ubiquitous as sadness.
And what he has to realise now, as he weeps over England’s exit, is that he’s part of the problem. Sure, it’s only a laugh – but this overbearing oafishness bolsters the culture which has England stinking out one tournament after another, bullishly arrogant, proud of not thinking. Corden would probably scoff at the thought, but I guess you have a different perspective when you’re making a career of it.
Paul Kimmage interviews Kevin Moran.
[QUOTE=“Thrawneen, post: 1155733, member: 129”]http://m.independent.ie/sport/soccer/premier-league/manchester-united/paul-kimmage-kevin-moran-the-code-breaker-who-excelled-with-both-dublin-and-man-united-31283091.html
Paul Kimmage interviews Kevin Moran.[/QUOTE]
Good interview. Legend of a man in fairness. Dubs All Ireland winner, all star, university graduate, Manchester United player, fa cup winner, euro 88, Italia 90, played in Spanish league, successful businessman. Forrest Gump stuff. Fierce man for the women and drink too by all accounts.
Kimmage is mad to write his book I’d say.
[QUOTE=“Tabby, post: 1155767, member: 2142”]Good interview. Legend of a man in fairness. Dubs All Ireland winner, all star, university graduate, Manchester United player, fa cup winner, euro 88, Italia 90, played in Spanish league, successful businessman. Forrest Gump stuff. Fierce man for the women and drink too by all accounts.
Kimmage is mad to write his book I’d say.[/QUOTE]
He’s an awful bollix. No manners. We let him and his group play through us in Waterford Castle GC one day and didn’t get so much as a nod of acknowledgement from him. My playing partners and I were seething.
He seems slightly dickheadish from reading that, Imo.
I wouldn’t say he’s the worlds soundest. He clamps tom humphries’ hyperbole a couple of times though.
You were saying pk thinks humphries is innocent. Is that outright innocent as in story was all made up or what? Seems an open and shut case from what I’ve heard.