I Go Driving In My Car

Whenever footballers are accused by the media or fans of leading privileged lives they are quick to stress their normality.

We at Sexy Football have always begged to differ and now have first knowledge to back this up.

So if you permit me, I will tell you a story.

I was at Bolton at the weekend watching Stoke City’s latest capitulation. It was my brother’s turn to drive. Unfortunately the vagaries of the M6 means that you are never sure how long the journey up the Motorway is going to take and we arrived at The Reebok at 12.30. Stupid o’clock in other words.

Anyone who has been to The Reebok knows that unless you fancy a big walk there is pretty much nothing to do.

So me and my brother were sat there in his car listening to Iced Earth’s new album and podcasts of Fighting Talk, when at around 1pm Bolton players started to arrive.

All of them in big black 4X4 cars, except Chris Eagles, who had a big white 4x4 and Martin Petrov, who had a big sports car that I don’t know the name of (my brother did tell me but I am not a car person).

I have no problem with that at all. With success comes money and with money comes big cars. But I do have a problem with what happened next.

The cars disappeared out of our view for a few minutes and were then parked up. My brother noticed it first. The footballers weren’t getting out of the cars at this point. So we did wonder initially if they were same cars, but then, as we watched Gary Cahill arrive, we realised what was going on.

Said Bolton player was getting out of his car at the entrance. Picking up his washbag and going into the ground. The aforementioned security guard was seen scurrying around, getting into Bolton players car, driving it all of 20 yards to the car park, parking the 4X4 and waiting for the next player to arrive.

What sort of world is it that we live in when Bolton Wanderers players can’t park their cars?! It isn’t a world that Sexy Football understands that’s for sure!

Are these people (and it probably isn’t just Bolton players, but all footballers – certainly at top level) so detached from reality that they don’t think they have to put their own vehicles between two lines? Seriously?

Everyone can probably agree that there’s no value for money in football – this website wouldn’t exist if there was, but surely this is a step to far!

I had a rant about this to a Kidderminster Harriers supporting mate who said when he text me back: “some of our players come in from Birmingham on the train.” And if ever anything showed the difference between top level and grass roots its that.

And don’t get me started on footballers not trying and thus not earning their wages. I could be on all night, couldn’t I, Jermaine, Glen and Jonathan? Those guys probably don’t park their cars either!

Charity Begins...In The Shop

I am a creature of habit.

There is not time here to list all the various rituals I go through before going to a football match.

I wear lucky t shirts, there are lucky songs, we have to park in the same place at certain grounds, you name it, I have come up with it as an idea to help us win.

And every night, on the way home from SexyFootball.org.uk I listen to Radio 5Live.

On the drive time show – a magnificent piece of radio – the other day they were discussing whether there was too many charity shops on Britain’s High streets. If I recall, they were in Rochdale, where apparently there were about 10 charity shops in 100 yards.

It wasn’t good, they concluded, for Britain’s shopkeepers, and whilst that might largely be true, it did go through my mind that these things existed because people like bargains.

Around a month ago my Dad was having one of his walks, and ended up in a town a couple of miles from where I live and happened to find himself in one of these shops.

He came home raving about it, to the point where he suggested my brother, who is soon to move into his first home with his fiancé, looked in there to kit out his new abode.

Whether my brother does indeed decide to buy his furnishings from the British Heart Foundation I don’t know (but then I don’t know how he bagged himself a trainee Doctor in the first place – life is full of mysteries) but it does go to prove that if you look away from the headlines you can find some great stuff out there.

And 5 or 6 a side football is where we can help you with that search. There is a massive difference in prices out there and as we grow – and believe me we have some big plans for 2012 – we will collate them all and make sure you get the best deal.

Now, we are away on Sunday, is it my lucky Iron Maiden shirt, or because we have lost the last few games shall I try something different? A Dream Theater one perhaps? We won when I wore at that at WBA…..

The Great Stone Roses Mystery

I hate the Stone Roses. Always have.

I remember when “Stone Roses” (their debut album) came out. I was in my second year at Senior School. Everyone went mad for it. Except me. And my best mate.

We liked Bon Jovi/Kiss/Van Halen/Gun N Roses/Motley Crue and millions of other American hard rock bands. Never liked indie. Still don’t. Never will. And I’ve got the same best mate.

Last week, I did a lot of shouting at the tele when we were supposed to care about The Stone Roses cash in….sorry I mean reunion.

“Who cares”, I yelled. Turns out, everybody seemed too. Except me. And my best mate. And my brother (who was only six at the time the debut came out, so probably didn’t have an opinion.)

There were people at the Sexy Football Offices who were buying tickets for this nonsense. They were by turns gutted when they didn’t get the first night, suicidal when they didn’t get the second night and punched the air when they got the third sorted.

I was cast in my usual role as office curmudgeon when I suggested I would help them get their money back, and also offered that they might want to join the fan club next time (my Iron Maiden membership means I can get tickets before anyone else. Very handy.)

Even odder is the fact that these tickets are going for small fortunes on Ebay . Hundreds of pounds is changing hands. Just briefly, I admit, Sexyfootball.org.uk considered entering the ticket touting business, but it never came off.

All of which proves that there is a potential for people to allow themselves to be ripped off in ridiculous ways if they are passionate about something. Something is, I guess, worth whatever you want to pay for it but that doesn’t mean you can’t shop around for the best deal. Premier League Football isn’t worth £50, but you don’t get the shop around option there, you pay whatever you are told by what amounts to a cartel.

Which is the key difference in 5 a side and 6 a side football. There are some good deals if you look – and that’s where we come in.

And if you didn’t get tickets for the Stone Roses then whilst we I can’t offer sympathy, I can offer solace. My aforementioned best mates little lad is three this week and I will wager you right now that by the time he’s in his second year at Senior School they’ll be back round for a another cash in…I mean reunion.

I am pleased to say that the then 13 year old won’t care. He likes Queen, Rory Gallagher and Joe Satriani, and Thomas the Tank Engine. He’ll grow out of the latter, but probably not the former. Its only rock n roll but he likes it.

It’s just better when it’s cheap.

The Great Celebrity Cook Off

Last week someone at the Sexy Football offices tweeted something about Hayley McQueen, one of the newest – and hottest – Sky Sports News Presenters.

 

The divine Ms McQueen aside we are lucky to be allowed SSN on in the office. This is good because it allows us to have plenty of football related banter while we are trying our best find you the best deal for 5 a side football.

There are downsides, of course. On a slow day the “Breaking News” yellow bar they love so much isn’t so much “Breaking” as “Broken” – for example for about an hour this morning there was some news that James McFadden was at Everton’s training ground (wow! Really! An injured player! On a free transfer! Stop the presses!) and it can be terrible if your team has had a spanking the night before and you have to watch the goals again and again.

And on transfer deadline day it can be really, really awful. Sky Sports lives, basically for two days a year, August 31^st and January 31^st and, as such, it has managed to convince us hard bitten football supporters (even ones as curmudgeonly as us at Sexy Football) that if our teams don’t sign anyone the end of the world is nigh.

And sometimes, if our teams have done something out of the ordinary, we have to put up with watching players we respect doing something …well…..a little stupid.

As a Stoke supporter therefore I was a little bit worried to see that Sky Sports New Cameras were at The Brit last week to watch Peter Crouch, Matthew Upson and Carlo Nash make fools of themselves, cooking with Marco Pierre White in front of 280 guests.

Season ticket holders had been offered tickets but they were top dollar and I am so tight fisted that I wouldn’t pay that price even if it meant I got to rub shoulders with Abby Clancy.

In the end Upson impressed the celebrity chef enough to win the competition. The menu, according to Stoke’s website was this: Seared Salmon Fillet, Rib Eye Beef and White Chocolate and Vanilla Cheesecake. It wouldn’t have been my choice (I don’t like fish without chips or unless its in finger variety and I am yet to establish just why cheese and cake should go together) and Peter Crouch didn’t sound to overwhelmed either: “I’ll probably give it a go when I get home,” was about as much enthusiasm as he can muster.

I guess these are things that footballers have to do in return for their celebrity – but just occasionally I am glad I am not one. And donning a chefs hat and gurning for the cameras definitely is in that category.

And finally – just because it occurred to me over the weekend while watching the Rugby. do you think Peter Crouch has ever said this when he….errm….scrums down: “Crouch. Touch. Pause. Engage.”

I would if I was him – but that’s just me…

See you next week for a detailed run down of the Sky Sports News ladies, ok perhaps not!

If You’re Ugly Then I am Ugly Too

“If you’re ugly then I am ugly too.” So sang Jon Bon Jovi on the truly awful solo album “Destination Anywhere” which came out getting on for 20 years ago.

However allow us, if we may, to use that line to talk about our two least favourite football figures Carlos Tevez, who we discussed here and “Wazza.”

Now I have to be honest, I wasn’t watching the game live on Friday (international football is as pointless as paying over the odds for 5 a side football in my book and there was boxing on the tele.) But I saw what Wayne Rooney did on the news and there is no defence. I notice today that he has written to Uefa to express his contrition in regard to the red card – perhaps he has brought some new crayons.

Of course it’s not without precedent for England’s most over-rated, supposedly world class player to behave, well, like a bit of a moron. Last season he spent more time on the front pages than the back, sulked, asked for a transfer came off the transfer list when offered a huge, fat contract, shot off to Dubai to celebrate his birthday while his team mates were playing a game, elbowed Wigan’s James McCarthy in front of the referee – and scored THAT goal against Man City (and be honest, another day it ends the proverbial row Z). This season it has to be said, that for Manchester United he has been outstanding but that belies the facts of his career at top level.

He routinely, for England, has gone missing. He is without a goal in tournament play since 2004 and he cannot be stacked up alongside the true greats of the game.

Ever since his first goal against Arsenal when he displayed the by now infamous “Once a blue, always a blue” there is something of the idiot about the lad. The finger is never too far from the self destruct button.

We have used this blog recently to defend footballers. They are not all morally bankrupt idiots who typify all that is wrong with British Society, never mind sport.  But they aren’t. Not all of them anyway – some of them are.

And amid the outcry over what they get paid it is worth remembering, as a mate of mine remarked once about a Premier League footballer who was forever getting into trouble “it doesn’t matter if you are on the £30 a week or £30 grand, a scumbag is still a scumbag.”

It is something Wayne can ruminate on when he is sitting out his ban in the Euro 2012 tournament (as an aside, will he even care? That’s another argument for another day – and another blog!) Personally on Thursday when Uefa meets to hand out its punishment on Rooney I hope they come down hard. He deserves, just for once to be made to pay for what he has done – he has got away with these instances for just too long.

And perhaps his looks have something to do with it. He’s got the plugs, he’s dyed them, and yet he still looks like Shrek.

As Jon Bon Jovi, on that same god-awful song we started with observed in the chorus, “There ain’t no rainbow in the sky when you feel u g l y” of course that might be the worst lyric ever put on paper, but perhaps if Wayne had a sunnier outlook he might just be a little less full of rage.

Either that or he can just go home and count his money. I suspect he’ll do the latter.

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In Praise Of Robbie Savage

At Sexy Football we don’t spend much time watching tele on a Saturday night. We are always at football somewhere (as long as it’s cheap, obviously…)

There are way more important things than watching whatever nonsense Ant and Dec put out and I have never liked Doctor Who (as an aside is there ANYTHING worse than Science Fiction – or is that just us?)

So I have to confess that the whole Robbie Savage on Strictly Come Dancing thing has passed us by.

However at Sexy towers we do like Sav. We subscribe to his Twitter Feed, we read his column in the Mirror and we admire the fact that he made the most out of his career as a footballer despite, in brutal honesty, not being the best player to ever grace a midfield (it also helps, probably that I don’t recall ever seeing him play live, so he never got the chance to wind me up!)

He does a nice line in self deprecation too; apparently his routine on Saturday isn’t shaping up to be the best, as he put it in the paper today: “"I've got the foxtrot. Looks like I've got the trots when I dance it. I'm hopeless.”

No doubt, as he acknowledges himself, Savage is a real “marmite” type character. You either love him or hate him, I guess and we are in the former camp. I was, as it happens watching the news headlines on BBC Red Button this morning, before flicking to the sport. The sport feed had a small programme with Robbie answering tweets from viewers, and as normal, he attacked the thing with gusto, calling the sending off of Jack Rodwell “a joke” and demanding that referee Martin Atkinson be suspended after administering the red card and launching an attack on the board of Nottingham Forest for allowing Billy Davies to leave and appointing Steve McLaren without backing him.

Yes he was a little outspoken of course, but that’s not a crime. In a world where most pundits are bland and anodyne, never saying anything particularly interesting, it makes a change to have one who says what he thinks.

Some of his antics on the BBC show Lake Kick Off (the Midlands version which I get to watch, has Robbie as a pundit along with Manish Bhasin) are worth the license fee alone. Witness this from last year when Shrewsbury player Dave Hibbert scored a great goal. They go back to the studio and Manish, chirruping with childlike enthusiasm, says “what about that technique from Dave Hibbert, Robbie?” At which point a clearly distracted Savage can manage to mumble, “I don’t know Manish, I wasn’t watching!”

And no Savage blog would be complete without mention of this story: A couple of years ago Rob was doing a signing session in a Derby shopping mall. After he’d met all the fans he was walking back to his car. A fella comes running out of a bedroom showroom and says: “Mr. Savage, can I interest you in a new bedroom?”

Robbie’s reply came back, quick as a flash: “No thanks mate, I have already got seven.”

Robbie, we salute you. And I wouldn’t know a good foxtrot from a bad one.

Football's Ugly Side (And That's Just His Face)

"Manchester City can confirm that striker Carlos Tevez has been suspended until further notice for a maximum period of two weeks.

"The player's suspension is pending a full review into his alleged conduct during Tuesday evening's 2-0 defeat to Bayern Munich. "The player will not be considered for selection or take part in training whilst the review is under way."

So says the official statement on the “Citeh” website regarding what is now known as the “Carlos Tevez incident” (how long before it is called Tevez-gate?”)

So if before the Man City fans thought he was god, perhaps now he to quote Monty Python, “isn’t the messiah, he’s a very naughty boy.”

Tevez, as well as being hideously ugly (you certainly couldn’t say it was “Sexy Football” where he is concerned, could you?) is a very good footballer. I might even go so far as to say he is brilliant actually – he has ripped my team to pieces for both Manchester clubs and for that reason alone I would love to see the back of him.

But there are more reasons than just that one.

What Tevez did on Tuesday – and indeed how he has behaved for months and months – is just the sort of thing we hate here at sexyfootball.

These people need to know just lucky they are to play football for a living, and to refuse to come on as a substitute as he appears to have done is nothing short of a disgrace.

It might be that there was, as Tevez claims, a misunderstanding – although quite how there can be a misunderstanding in the phrase “you’re on, son” I am yet to establish – and he might still be the good professional he claims to be but the fans in the Sky Blue half seem to be decided on the issue – especially if the story that someone pinned a sign to his gate telling him he was a “disgrace” is true.

As you know, at Sexyfootball we like to save you money on 5 and 6 a side football, but our general ethos is that we love football and want to see it protected. With that in mind, we have an idea as to how Manchester City could save themselves £100,000 a week or more…..

Genius Is An Overused Word But....

In a world where every sportsman (apart from Joey Barton) appear to be just a faceless corporate drone with very little interesting to say we at Sexy Football thought we might celebrate the genius of one Mr. Brian Clough.

Cloughie died seven years ago today, and the world is poorer without him.

Here was a man who could never be accused of towing the party line.

Here was a man who, live on a chat show offered to fight Muhammad Ali, who punch Roy Keane (can you imagine the balls on a man that punches Roy Keane!?!) hung Mark Crossley up on a coat hook (must’ve been an extremely strong coat hook!) and gave a couple of pitch invaders a smack after a Nottingham Forest game – and in the end they gave Clough a kiss!

Here was a man who, we would like to think might approve of what we do here at Sexy Football. We are trying to give Joe Public a fair deal. He might also approve of 5 aside football, given that largely it is played on the ground.

So with that in mind, we would like to celebrate the wit and wisdom of Old Big ‘Ead himself.
"If God had wanted us to play football in the clouds, he'd have put grass up there." On the importance of passing to feet.
"I wouldn't say I was the best manager in the business. But I was in the top one." Looking back at his success.
"Manchester United in Brazil? I hope they all get bloody diarrhea." On Man Utd opting-out of the FA Cup to play in the World Club Championship.
"I can't even spell spaghetti never mind talk Italian. How could I tell an Italian to get the ball - he might grab mine." On the influx of foreign players.
"I bet their dressing room will smell of garlic rather than liniment over the next few months." On the number of French players at Arsenal.
"Who the hell wants fourteen pairs of shoes when you go on holiday? I haven't had fourteen pairs in my life." On the contents of Posh Spice's missing luggage.
"Rome wasn't built in a day. But I wasn't on that particular job." On getting things done.
"On occasions I have been big headed. I think most people are when they get in the limelight. I call myself Big Head just to remind myself not to be." Old Big 'Ead explains his nickname.
"At last England have appointed a manager who speaks English better than the players." On the appointment of Sven Goran Eriksson as England manager.
"If he'd been English or Swedish, he'd have walked the England job." On Martin O'Neill.
"Anybody who can do anything in Leicester but make a jumper has got to be a genius." A tribute to Martin O'Neill.
"The ugliest player I ever signed was Kenny Burns." A Clough complement for a talented player.
"Stand up straight, get your shoulders back and get your hair cut." Advice for John McGovern at Hartlepool.
"Take your hands out of your pockets." More advice, this time for a young Trevor Francis as he receives an award from the Master Manager.
"The Derby players have seen more of his balls than the one they're meant to be playing with." On the streaker who appeared during Derby's game against Manchester United.
"I only ever hit Roy the once. He got up so I couldn't have hit him very hard." On dealing with Roy Keane.
"Walk on water? I know most people out there will be saying that instead of walking on it,
I should have taken more of it with my drinks. They are absolutely right." Reflecting on his drink problem.
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"I'm dealing with my drinking problem and I have a reputation for getting things done." A comment which speaks for itself.
"Don't send me flowers when I'm dead. If you like me, send them while I'm alive." After the operation which saved his life.
"Players lose you games, not tactics. There's so much crap talked about tactics by people who barely know how to win at dominoes." Reflecting on England's exit from Euro 2000.
"We talk about it for twenty minutes and then we decide I was right." On dealing with a player who disagrees.
"I want no epitaphs of profound history and all that type of thing. I contributed - I would hope they would say that, and I would hope somebody liked me," On how he would like to be remembered.
"It was a crooked match and he was a crooked referee. That was a tournament we could and should have won." On the 1984 UEFA Cup semi-final Forest lost to Anderlecht.
"I'm sure the England selectors thought if they took me on and gave me the job, I'd want to run the show. They were shrewd, because that's exactly what I would have done." On not getting the England manager's job.
"You don't want roast beef and Yorkshire every night and twice on Sunday." On too much football on television.
"I'm not saying he's pale and thin, but the maid in our hotel room pulled back the sheets and remade the bed without realising he was still in it." Referring to former Forest player Brian Rice.
"If a chairman sacks the manager he initially appointed, he should go as well." On too many managers getting the boot.
"I thought it was my next door neighbour, because I think she felt that if I got something like that, I'd have to move." Guessing who nominated him for a knighthood.
"For all his horses, knighthoods and championships, he hasn't got two of what I've got. And I don't mean balls!" Referring to Sir Alex Ferguson's failure to win two successive European Cups.
"I like my women to be feminine, not sliding into tackles and covered in mud." On women's football.
''That Seaman is a handsome young man but he spends too much time looking in his mirror, rather than at the ball. You can't keep goal with hair like that." On England goalkeeper David Seaman.
"I've missed him. He used to make me laugh. He was the best diffuser of a situation I have ever known. I hope he's alright." On the late Peter Taylor.
"He's learned more about football management than he ever imagined. Some people think you can take football boots off and put a suit on. You can't do that." On David Platt's first season as Forest manager.
"He should guide Posh in the direction of a singing coach because she's nowhere near as good at her job as her husband." Advice for David Beckham.
"Barbara's supervising the move. She's having more extensions built than Heathrow Airport." On moving house in Derbyshire

How Is Abbey Gonna Play Sexy Football - Give Her Some Oatcakes!

Sexy Football – when we aren’t looking at ways to save you money on 5 and 6 a side football, you know to stop you being ripped off by unscrupulous 5 and 6 a side football firms – likes to do other things.

Some of those things….and you will already know this if you are paying attention, include watching football, listening to heavy metal and, we admit, it we like to look at women (now that’s not a sexist thing – frankly if our female or indeed male readers want to look at blokes that’s fine with us).

But two of those things combine this week. And they combine in the rather shapely form of Miss Abbey Clancy – the wife of Peter Crouch.

Now, as you might have noticed if you read my other blogs, I am a Stoke City supporter and I am one who is going to be watching everyone’s favourite beanpole forward as he makes he Stoke debut tomorrow against Liverpool (and at http://www.sexyfootball.org.uk/ we have always a respect for Crouchy ever since the famous answer he gave to the question “what would you be if you weren’t a footballer”*)

The big question, though, remains. And it’s not a football one. It’s this:

Is the lovely Abbey going to like Oatcakes?


Various august media outlets (as well as the Daily Mail and Chris Evans) devoted their time last week to belittling Stoke on Trent and its people (the Ginger idiot…a man who hasn’t ever said or done anything funny unless Danny Baker wrote it for him) but they conveniently forgot that the Five Towns are the home to the tastiest foodstuff known to man, and if that can’t keep them happy, nothing will.

I don’t know if Peter and the Missus settle down to a savoury snack that looks a little bit like a pancake and can be eaten wrapped up with Bacon and Cheese, Bacon and Egg, Bacon, Egg and Sausage or on a plate with Bacon, Egg, Sauasge and Tomatoes (ok there’s a bacon theme ). And NO they aren’t like Scotish Oatakes no matter how many times my mate asks!) But they should. And as he’s meant to be on £70 grand a week Pete can probably afford a couple.

And, if she’d like I would happily hand deliver it to Abby at some point tomorrow – Crouch needs to eat healthy so I’ll keep her company too, you know, just in case Crouchy founds them too tempting and tries to scoff one at 2.50pm.

* “a virgin” was his answer, in case you didn’t know.

Thun-derstruck!

Ok so I’ve been back at my desk in the Sexy Football Office for 4 days. This evening is the second leg of that game I went to last week. And I am looking forward to it.

Last week, however,  was a rather odd trip.

It cost everyone on the coach £149 which, fair do’s is quite cheap.

But:

Last week I said “there wasn’t much sexy about sitting on a bus with a load of  hairy arsed blokes”.

I was wrong to use the word “much”. There is nothing whatsoever, remotely entertaining about sitting on a bus for two days.

We were late there. The coach was cramped, it was hot, then when they put the Air Con it was cold. Because we were late there we were late leaving and missed the ferry back to England – meaning we got stuck in the Friday afternoon traffic, the M1 was closed and it was the V Festival so the M6 was bad.

It wouldn’t be right of me to name the coach company that we had foisted on us….we are after all a football price comparison site, not a coach travel one, but I will happily give you a clue…if you were regal and wanted to get a boat over the Channel to France, might you get a Kings Ferry….?

So we at Sexy Football learnt a good lesson. Just because something is cheap doesn’t make it value for money. That trip was overpriced , it would have been for £50, let alone £150.

It is something we will remember moving forward as we continue our quest to make sure you aren’t ripped off by 5 and 6 a side football providers.

But in the spirit of every cloud having a silver lining it needs to be said here that Thun itself was lovely, the people superbly friendly, the game good (and we won!) and the women were…..well….sexy….trust me!

Oh and last week I said I had loads of magazines….well most of the travelling was overnight so that didn’t work…and the screen lock on my ipod didn’t lock the Fast Forward Button so I lost battery….

Anyone would think Stoke fans weren’t used to travelling to Europe!

Ps…the coach drivers didn’t get a whip round.

Sexy In Europe - Or Not

Sexy Football is going on a European Tour today.

Well at least one of us in the office is.

I am getting on a coach with a lot of other fans and going to the second round of the Europa Cup.

To be totally honest, there isn’t a great deal sexy about sitting with a lot of hairy arsed blokes but it does prove two things.

That football supporters are mad (the damn trip involves approximately 34 hours on a bus over 2 days) for 90 minutes of action but secondly that we are tight. The bus trip, not surprisingly half the price of the one that involves an aeroplane.

So we at Sexy Football knew we were onto a winner when we decided to come up with this price comparison site.

Football supporters are also football players and they don’t want to get ripped off by unscrupulous companies who promise everything and don’t deliver.

We love our football, that is true, but don’t mess us about – that’s the message and its our ethos here too.

Anyway if anyone’s got any suggestions on how to spend 40 hours of the next 48 on a coach then do me a favour and let me know.

Because an Ipod with 18,000 songs on and about five heavy metal magazines probably isn’t the most exciting way to do it.

See, not only are we sexy, passionate about football, and mad on saving money, but we are pretty boring as well!

Auf wiedersehen!

Sports Finds A Way To Cheer You Up

It’s been a pretty rubbish week, lets be honest. Even we at Sexy Football have found it hard to be cheerful

The worst rioting we’ve seen in this country for years, the world’s economy in meltdown, and there is more bad news than you can possibly cram in.

So, not a lot to be cheerful about, really, is there?

Well, sport, as usual found a way to cheer us up. And even in a way Lorriane Kelly couldn't.

England are the best cricket team in the world (I am typing this with the Test Match on in the Sexy Football office and we are destroying India) Stoke are in the Europa Cup play off (in fact, this morning I bought a ticket for the away game next week) and the football season has started/is starting tomorrow (depending on whether you support a Premier League or Championship side.

And finally, for those that have been following these things on the blog, Iron Maiden were superb in both the shows I saw – Birmingham probably shading Nottingham.

In short, there’s never been a better time to play football. You need something to take your mind off these crazy dates. And a good bout of Sexy time in a 5 or 6 a side league might just help.

Especially if its cheap.

Remember, whatever happens in the outside world, Sexy Football are looking out for you.

When we aren’t watching the cricket of course.

Its 651-6 by the way. Come on Straussy declare, lets get these in tonight.

Sexyfootball

It’s a brilliant thing having a brand spanking new website like this.

Not only are we able to constantly strive to get you the best deal possible on 6 a side and 5 a side football (and without stupid Meerkats and Opera singers annoying you) we are able to pose daft questions on blogs.)

And, to answer some of the ones I posed last week. The new series of Curb Your Enthusiasm is hysterical, and my Maiden tickets came so I stopped worrying – oh and Lorraine Kelly is still hot.

Which sort of brings me to my next point:

One thing that having a fantastic website such as www.sexyfootball.org.uk is that it doesn’t just look good, it tells you all sorts of great things.

Like it tells you how many visitors you have – steadily rising thanks to our recent launch – and even better, is that it tells you exactly when people looked at the site and even what words they used to get to you.

So here’s the thing. If you were one of the two people who searched for “3 women” in the middle of the night over the weekend we would like to apologise as we guess we weren’t (probably) what you were looking for….although maybe a good deal on 5 and 6 a side was just as exciting.

This is sexyfootball.org.uk – and know what you are doing….

Can Football Really Be Sexy?

It’s been a while coming but we are in a position to start bothering you with our thoughts.

Here at Sexy Football we are not just concerned with getting you the best deal we can on 5 and 6 a side football we like to concern ourselves with general football too.

And the burning questions of the day, such as these:

Now Stoke have signed Jonathan Woodgate can the team coach get a blue badge?

Who will play more games this season, him or Ledley King?

How good will the new season of Curb Your Enthusiasm be?

Why is Only Fools and Horses so damn funny even after all these years?

How come its only 20 days till I see Iron Maiden in Birmingham and the tickets STILL haven’t come? When the tickets for the Nottingham show that I am also going too have been with me for weeks?

But for now…the most important question is this:

Can football REALLY be Sexy?

Well yes, frankly if it’s the played by the women on the left and right of our three (not so sure about the one in the middle!) or if it was played perhaps by Louise Redknapp, the woman who played Chelsea from Two and A Half Men …or Lorraine Kelly (ok the last one is just a personal one)

But just know this: At Sexyfootball.org.uk we don’t just care about random nonsense, we will tirelessly to get you the best deal we possibly can.

We are sick of 5 and 6 a side firms ripping people off. We are on your side. And that is sexy, isn’t it?