Showing posts with label The wonders of digital surveillance equipment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The wonders of digital surveillance equipment. Show all posts

28 February 2009

Exclusive: Inside the shadowy cabal that runs football!


Sport Is a TV Show's crack team of snoopers has managed to swipe this excerpt from the minutes of today's annual meeting of IFAB, the body which decides on the rules of football. Good work, chaps!

(With humblest apologies to the late Alan Coren. Buy the book and see the work of one of the people I steal my ideas from.)

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The Scottish delegate rose and proposed an amendment to Law 1, concerning the field of play. He moved that it be made compulsory for all fields to be surrounded by digital advertising boards, whose height would be no less than seven feet (2.14m) and would not exceed fifteen feet (4.57m).

The chair enquired of the Scottish delegate as to the purpose that would be served by such an amendment.

The Scottish delegate replied it would be an aid to the efficacious officiating of the game, as studies have shown that the assistant referee's flag is 2% more visible against a moving digital backdrop than against a group of polyester-clad spectators.

The Ecuadorian delegate asked where and when this research was carried out.

The Scottish delegate replied that it was carried out in his living room in front of the television screen last evening. He said that he had raised a flag in front of said screen and asked his nine-year-old son how visible said flag was on a scale from one to one hundred. The delegate had proceeded to repeat this experiment except this time raising the flag in front of his six-year-old daughter, who was wearing a Scotland replica jersey. The delegate was keen for it to be known that the television had a 44" (112cm) screen.

The Ecuadorian delegate said of course, what a sensible idea, what could anyone possibly have against it?

The English delegate asked what brand of television was employed in the study.

The Scottish delegate replied that it was a Sony, a plasma screen, his brother actually works at an electronics shop and was able to get him a pretty tasty deal.

The English delegate expressed his approval at the choice of apparatus and seconded the motion.

The chair called for a vote. The motion was carried unanimously.

The special FIFA delegate rose and proposed an amendment to Law 4, concerning the players' equipment. He moved that a special category be created within Law 4 concerning the women's game. Specifically, he moved that the shorts worn by all participants in official women's games should adhere as closely as possible to the skin and that the leg of said shorts should not exceed 1/8in (3mm) in length. Furthermore, the lowermost part of the jersey should be at least 6ins (15cm) above the navel.

The Northern Irish delegate expressed his concern that such an amendment may contribute to the objectification of female footballers.

The FIFA delegate expressed his sympathy with the Northern Irish delegate, but said that his concerns were misplaced. He said that extensive research undertaken in the laboratory in the basement of FIFA House, overseen by President-of-All-Football-for-Life, Joseph S. (Sepp) Blatter, had determined that such amendments to the apparel of female players would increase the aerodynamic properties of the players, thus leading to a faster and more enjoyable spectacle. Any inference of sexism from such an amendment would be unfounded.

Mr. President-of-All-Football-for-Life Blatter rose and drew the attention of the special FIFA delegate to the final part of the amendment.

The FIFA delegate said that oh yes, he'd nearly forgotten, the new rule requiring the jersey to be no less than 6ins (15cm) above the navel would necessitate the prohibition of fatties from the women's game.

The chair enquired as to how this would be achieved.

The FIFA delegate replied that all female players would be required to present themselves twice-yearly at FIFA House for inspection by the Player Equipment Committee.

Mr. President-of-All-Football-for-Life Blatter enquired as to who would chair this committee.

The FIFA delegate replied that the committee would be chaired by President-of-All-Football-for-Life, Joseph S. (Sepp) Blatter.

Mr. President-of-All-Football-for-Life Blatter enquired as to the possibility that the players should be compelled to wear suspenders.

The FIFA delegate said that it could be trialled at, say, the Women's Under-17 World Cup.

Mr. President-of-All-Football-for-Life Blatter moved that further discussion on the amendment be postponed, as he had urgent need of the bathroom. The motion was carried unanimously.


The FIFA delegate rose and proposed an amendment to Law 7, concerning the duration of the match. He moved that the half-time interval be extended from fifteen minutes to twenty minutes.

The Welsh delegate enquired as to why such an amendment would be necessary.

The FIFA delegate replied that the location of the dressing rooms in certain stadiums around the world is such that the walk from and back to the field of play can take players and match officials much of the current 15-minute half-time interval, for example, at the FIFA delegate's son's school, the players must get changed in the school gymnasium's changing rooms, but the field is a good ten-minute walk away.

The Welsh delegate said that ah, when you put it like that it makes perfect sense, that's a good amendment, is that.

The Korean delegate said that, of course, it would have the added bonus of allowing television companies to broadcast more advertisements during the half-time interval, thus increasing revenue and allowing governing bodies, such as FIFA, to charge more money for the rights to broadcast their competitions.

The chair said oh, the Korean delegate must be the new boy, look here, sonny, ever since it was founded in the 19th century, the International Football Association Board (IFAB) has played a vital role in international football, it acts as the guardian of the Laws of the Game and is responsible for studying, modifying and overseeing any changes to it, how dare the Korean delegate suggest that the Board would sully Its proceedings with consideration of such base matters, and anyway it's just a co-incidence.

The chair called for a vote. The motion was carried with one dissenter.

The Korean delegate rose and proposed an amendment to Law 5, concerning the referee. He moved that the use of certain technologies be permitted to determine whether the ball had crossed--

The chair said no, next.

The Ghanaian delegate said that this was ludicrous, what kind of way was this for the Laws of the Game to be determined, how ridiculous was it that the four UK associations had half of the votes on the Board--

The chair enquired, quite loudly, as to how the Ghanaian delegate dare bring this august body into disrepute?, knows he not of the Wisdom of the Ancients? The chair gestured in the direction of the Northern Irish delegate.

The Northern Irish delegate stared into space as he pondered the issue and finally suggested that perhaps they could make the goal line out of icing sugar, and if the referee is unsure as to whether the ball crossed the line, he could lick the football and if he detected any sweetness, he would not give the goal.

The motion was seconded by the Welsh delegate. The chair called for a vote. The motion failed to gain the necessary three-quarters majority.

The chair moved that the meeting take its mid-session adjournment for the first five courses of the annual Board dinner. The motion was carried unanimously.

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09 June 2008

You have...four...new messages...

"Received...Wednesday...at...ten...twenty...eight...am:"
"Hey Crissy babe, it's me. Eh...I thought I'd catch you but I suppose you're still training. Anyway just called tae see how you were getting on. Listen, people round here keep spreading these rumours about you and that slag Ramón, but we know it's rubbish. Don't we? Just a heads-up, like, people will probably be asking you questions and that. I know you wouldnae do that tae me, would you dear? We'll show the world what a great team we are! Anyway, hope the weather's good and you're no' getting up tae any mischief, heh heh. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. I'll talk tae you soon, love."

"Received...Thursday...at...five...fifteen...pm:"
"Hey babe, it's me...eh...look...I know I shouldn't listen tae things people say and all, but...well it's kind of messing wi' mah heed. I know it's all crap, but I just need tae be sure, you know? And when you didn't call back yesterday...I'm just being paranoid, I know, and I don't wannae come across all needy and that, but I just think we should talk. Look, there's a flight tae Geneva first thing tomorrow. I've checked BA's website and there's some seats still available; I'm gonnae book a ticket this evening. I know it's all nonsense, but we just need tae talk this over, face tae face. We've got through worse than this, haven't we, Crissy? And we've always come through stronger. See you tomorrow, babe. Love you."

"Received...Friday...at...six...forty...six...am:"
"You BASTARD! You little...fucking...BASTARD! Pick up the phone. I know you're there, Crissy, just pick up the fucking phone! (silence) Look, I just go' the message from your flunky telling me you don't wannae see me. Do you know how embarrassing it was, me about tae board the plane, and then getting that piece of crap sent tae mah phone? I was mortified. I started shouting, and then I started crying, and I had tae run off here tae the gents just tae hide away from all the people staring at me. And you didnae even have the guts tae send it yoursel'! Well, let me tell you something - you can run off with Ramón for all I care. Go on! Go ahead! See if I care! I've got a queue of people who wannae be with me, a fucking queue. I bet I could click mah fingers and David would come running back...I know you're listening, Crissy, just have the guts tae pick up...(silence)...fine, be like that. Just know this: I gave up the best years of mah life for you. I dumped that slut David tae be wi' you. You do remember that, don't you? And this is how you treat me? Five years o' mah life gone down the fucking toilet. Look, if you want tae swan off tae Spain wi' that airhead, that flash-the-cash prick, then...look, JUST PICK UP THE PHONE! PICK IT UP! JUST...just...AAAAAAAAH! (crash)"

"Received...Friday...at...seven...oh...five...am:"
"Eh...hi, Crissy, it's me again. Look...ah...I'm really sorry about that last message. I just lost the run o' mahsel'. You know how I get when I'm angry, I just go crazy and start throwing things and...look I didnae mean what I said. You know I still love you, don't you? (sobs) You...you know I still care for you? Think of all the great times we had together. Think of all those wonderful moments. And remember when everyone was slagging you off, calling you a pretty boy, saying you were just a tart wi' no' a brain in your heed? Who defended you? I knew you were more than that. I kept saying how wonderful you were, and I didnae care who heard me. We have a connection, don't we, Crissy? We have this, like, cosmic, spiritual bond, don't we? I knew it was there the first time I laid eyes on you. I know you feel it too. I know you better than anyone. That Ramón only wants you for your body. He just wants tae show you off tae his friends. I know he's loaded. I know he'll shower you with all the gifts you want, but he'll never wannae get tae know the real you. Like I do, Crissy. Like I do. (sniffles) Just think about that, babe, yeah? Just know that I want you back, and that I'm always thinking of you. Listen, I know you're busy and you probably don't wannae talk right now. Just call me back after your game, yeah? (sings)You're beautiful...you're beautiful...you're beautiful, it's true...(through sobs)I love you, Crissy..."

"Press 5 to delete all..."

"All messages deleted"

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07 June 2008

Lines spoken at a sports desk, London

You got them photos from the tennis? Lovely, let's have a butcher's. Yes, that one there with Ivanovic at the moment of victory, the one where she looks like she's having an orgasm. That's our back-pager tomorrow. Fantastic. Actually, could you make an extra copy, for my own personal file, know what I mean? Good job that Russian munter lost. Look at those facking biceps. Looks like a facking geezer. No-one needs to see that while eating their breakfast on a Sunday morning, do they?

Can't wait for the Premier League to start again, I tell you. These Saturdays without footie, fackin' 'ell. Slow facking news day or what? I lost a mint on the Derby and all. That racing correspondent's out on his arse if he doesn't buck up his ideas. Tipped me a facking mule. Can'. Roll on August, eh, Bob? No more tennis, no more golf, just footie all the way. Proper sport, know what I mean?

'Oo the fack's watching Deal Or No Facking Deal? Gimme that remote. Christ on a stick, Noel bleedin' Edmonds, does my facking head in. The banker and the wanker, eh, Bob?...No? Suit yourself, then, tosser. Let's see what else is on...

...'ere Bob - there's footy on the Beeb. What the fack...European Championships? But it's June! The final was only a few weeks ago...yes it facking was, Bob, I should facking know - I was in Moscow, wasn't I?...oh yeah, the European Championships - fack me, are they on now? 'Oo's playing? Switzerland and the Czech Republic. Oh, for fack's sake. 'Oo gives a toss? Look at it. Fackin' 'ell. Hardly the Premiership, is it, eh?

Did we do any previews of this thing then, Bob?...too facking right, that all it deserves. I tell you, if we'd 'ad a proper manager, someone to show a bit of facking passion, know what I mean?, someone to slap those facking nancy boys around the place and show 'em who's boss, someone who knows how to give an all-important half-time team talk like a proper facking manager, instead of that ginger muppet can' McClaren, we'd facking stroll this competition. Look at the players we 'ave. 'Oo else in this tournament would get into this England team, eh? Okay, Ronaldo, I grant you. Of course Ronaldo would get in. And Cech, of course, best keeper in the world, he is, hands down, no facking argument. Apart from that, 'oo else would get in?...Exactly. We'd facking murder 'em.

We got any boys over there, wherever this thing is?...They're all at the Portuguese camp? Lahvely.

Fack me, I'm bored already. How long's this thing last, Bob?...You're facking joking. Well thank Christ Wimbledon starts soon. Just hope it's an Ivanovic-Sharapova final, eh? Take our minds off this bunch of garlic-munching, Toblerone-making, eastern, fascist, Nazi dago cants...Who'm I gonna support? 'Ooever's playing Spain. Racist bastards.

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