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When it comes to football, I like to think I've mellowed in my old age. I used to get really wound up about a lot of things about people who say things about our club in the press. Pundits used to be a particular grievance of mine and I'd get really annoyed when they said something I didn't agree with about us. Now, I like to think I've matured a fair bit. Andy Gray's views on zonal marking don't bother me, because overall, I think he's one of the few co-commentators who actually makes an effort to describe how the game is unfolding, rather than just 'say what you see'. Andy Townsend doesn't bother me, because I think he's one of the few pundits who doesn't possess a malicious streak and says what he says out of conviction, rather than to get in a snide dig. Hell, even Paul Merson doesn't get on my tits anymore, because the whole world knows he's an idiot and he's just there on Soccer Saturday to play the role of the court jester. However, there are two that manage to puncture my placid demeanour. Messrs Jason Cunty and Tony Gale. I'm going to leave Cunty off this thread because this is directed squarely at Gale. I fucking hate Tony Gale. Everything about him from his horrible, smarmy 'cheeky chappy' grin to his horrible, horrible Dick Van Dyke chimney sweep twang. The man's got a really shit haircut as well and always looks a bad meff in his best Burtons suit. The smeg. He was just on SSN before chatting utter balls when previewing the derby: "Well, I think Everton are the better side." "Everton are going into this game in better form." "I think that if David Moyes was Liverpool manager, then they'd be challenging for the title." The cunt even predicted the shite to beat us as well. I mean, that didn't bother me to be honest, but the relish with which he said it certainly did. I even remember a few weeks Jeff Stelling what he thought about Emiliano Insua's development and, totally off-topic, he answered it by rambling on about Benayoun not starting enough games. I'm probably being a bit over-sensitive here, but the cunt can fuck off. Go and choke on your jellied-eels, Gale, you fucking fairy. *leans back in chair and breathes out a sigh of relief*