Some F.A Cup Magic And a Moan About Alan Hansen

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Talking of things on the mend: it’s the F.A Cup this weekend. I don’t know about you but the pang of last year’s premature tumble out of the competition is still mighty raw. Dawson’s slip, KPB doing the dirty on us; you may as well kicked my heart of my ribcage and urinated on it. And now it all starts again with Charlton at The Lane. I never used to mind The Addicks. Mostly- and call me fickle- because at one point during Premier League yesteryear they had a back-four which read from left to right: Young, Fish, Costa, Fortune.

Which is not so much a line-up, as just good advice.

I bet they do cost a fortune.

Anyway, Football Focus can do one with their F.A Magic claptrap- I want them disposed of like a fingerprint-clad gun.

On a similar note, that ballbag Hansen annoyed me on MOTD in midweek. So Assou-Ekotto wasn’t exactly redefining the art of left-backing against Everton- heck, at times it looked as if he was having trouble remembering to which sport he was partaking- but to flat out deny his worth is a bit short-sighted to say the least. Maybe if he prised his mouth away from Alan Shearer’s groin once in a while and actually did his homework, he might realise that BAE’s been dynamite this season- for the most part. As for he can’t go forward either, well, I’m at a loss. Three words, Alan. Paul-effing-Konchesky.

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