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23 July, 2008

Totally A Twat

George Best was one of the greatest players to ever hail from our shores. But more than that, he was also just a really great lad by all accounts, humble about his gifts and always up for a few pints with the boys despite women falling over themselves to swallow his kids. Which is why that it is even more jarring what an unparalleled cunt his waste-of-space son Calum has grown up to be. For those of you who are not riled by pointless ‘celebrities,’ please gloss over the forthcoming rant and be assured that I don’t in fact intend to track this piece of shit down and mutilate him with a claw hammer.

The conceit of this guy is just unreal. Not only does he genuinely believe he could be a professional footballer if he could be bothered, but he thinks he is so irresistible to women that now he is staring in an MTV Show where he ‘struggles’ to not have sex for 50 days. It is baffling to me how some of the hottest women in the world seem to respond to his date-rapist looks and cheap come-ons, and his exes depressingly include Kimberley Stewart, Lizzie Jagger and the divine Lindsey Lohan. The fact that he actually embraces the media epithet of “seedy lothario” tells you what a brain-donor this clown is, just wasting 11 months every year posing in Ray Bans and drinking low fat beer until he can go back on Celebrity Love Island to finger-bang some Page-3 tart that’s ten years younger than him.

I love that he seems to think this TV show, Totally Calum Best, will not show him to be just the most arrogant and self-centred wank-stain on the face of the planet. Calum, just a tip, but literally no-one will think more of you because you complain about how difficult it is to not have sex with beautiful women. The spiel on his website says that the Calum Best we know as a “tabloid Casanova” is in the past; “he now wants to reinvent himself and to prove to the world he is more than the above (a seedy lothario).” Well Calum I think the first step on that very long path is probably showing a touch of humility, and definitely not basing the promotion for your undoubtedly awful TV programme around cheap puns such as ‘How hard will it get?’ and the truly cringe-worthy ‘The Best is yet to come.’ I mean, come on guys, did you let Calum write those himself?

The press release continues to rile: “Each week his ‘mates’ will attempt to test Best's mettle as they deliver up temptation in various shapely forms.” So MTV expects people to essentially watch this prick around for 50 days while various men (who clearly hate him) parade cheap tarts in front of him in the hope he’ll crack and have sex with them. A producer on the show offered this inane comment to The Sun: “It will be hilarious watching him trying to leave the women alone!” I cannot underline how categorically unhilarious that scenario will in fact be.

To conclude, if everyone involved with Totally Calum Best could please just die that’d make the world a considerably better place. Thanks. Here's a hideous trailer:

26 February, 2008

50 Things you didn't Know About Gazza

1) One hour after playing for England, met 'showbiz pals' Danny Baker and Chris Evans in a Hampstead pub while still wearing his full kit... boots included.


2) When asked for his nationality before an operation, told the nurse: "Church Of England."

3) On a trip to London, jumped out of his car to demand "a go" on a workman's pneumatic drill. After getting the go-ahead, happily pounded the pavement to the amusement of shoppers.

4) On first meeting with Lazio's president to discuss his big-money move to the Italian club, was quick to tell the esteemed gentleman that he reminded him of Bud Abbot.

5) Organisers of Italia 90 TV coverage had the splendid idea of augmenting team line-ups with film of each player mouthing his own name. Gascoigne's genius led him to subvert the process by, instead, mouthing 'F***ing W***ker'. The BBC had to use it all the way through the tournament.

6) Booked a series of sun-bed sessions for then-Newcastle team-mate Tony Cunningham. Who, of course, is black.

7) Asked by a Norwegian camera crew if he had a message for England's upcoming opponents, immediately responded with, "Yes. F**k off Norway." Then ran off laughing.

8) Turned up for England training the morning after then-manager Bobby Robson had called him "daft as a brush" with a floor brush sticking out of his sock.

9) When asked for a footballing comment while at Lazio, burped enthusiastically into a TV microphone. He was fined £39,000.

10) Decided it would be a great idea to have massive hair extensions. Looked a fool and had them taken out a day later.

11) After paying for ex-wife Sheryl's breasts implants, sent flowers to the hospital after the operation addressed to 'Dolly Parton'.

12) Astounded commuters in London by jumping on a double-decker in London's Piccadilly Circus and asking if he could have a drive. The bus driver said yes, and the passengers thoroughly enjoyed Gazza's impromptu performance.

13) Sent a rose to the Wimbledon dressing room for Vinnie Jones after the infamous ball-squeezing incident. Got a toilet brush in return.

14) Set up best mate Jimmy 'Five Bellies' Gardner with a 'girl' he knew to be a transvestite.

15) Has taken the p*** out of refs constantly during his career. On one occasion he sniffed a hapless ref's armpit while he was holding his hand high to signal a free kick.

16) Undeterred by their frosty reactions, Gazza again tried to prove that refs have a sense of humour by yellow-carding the referee after the official had dropped his card during a Rangers v Hibs game. He was booked for his troubles.

17) While attempting to deflect the 'kebab controversy' which spelled the beginning of the end of his England career, assured reporters that his doner-munching antics following Middlesbrough's promotion to the Premiership would in no way affect his fitness before France 98. One reporter asked: "What do you feel like now?" Back came the inevitable response: "I feel like a kebab with onions."

18) As an apprentice desperate to impress then-Newcastle boss Jack Charlton, spent a week's money on fishing gear and begged the famous angler to give him a lesson. On arrival at the riverbank, Charlton promptly threw all but the rod out into the briny, then poured a bottle of Newcastle Brown into the water, dipped in the rod and within seconds was pulling out a whopper. Lesson over.

19) As 'perk' of boot-cleaning duties during his apprenticeship, took Kevin Keegan's Golas home to show his mates. But left them on the Newcastle Underground.

20) When playing for England against Belgium in Italia 90, ridiculed Enzo Scifo as he lay on the ground clutching his leg. Gazza thought he was play-acting, so did a mime of his own which involved hopping on one leg with his tongue lolling out.

21) His attempt to jet off to Libya with Middlesbrough for a post-season tour was hampered by the fact he'd left his passport at home. An emotional Gazza wept at the check-in desk until a minion was despatched to bring it to the airport.

22) Celebrated his new-found hero status after flying home from Italia 90 by wearing a huge pair of fake plastic boobs and stomach bearing the legend 'Gazza'.

23) On meeting the president of Denmark's FA, pretended he could speak Danish. When invited to demonstrate, imitated The Muppet Show's Swedish Chef.

24) Conned Five Bellies into eating a mince pie after he'd scraped out the filling and replaced it with cat excrement.

25) Walked into the Middlesbrough canteen wearing nothing but his training socks and ordered lunch.

26) Paid £320 for a Mars Bar in a newsagents in his home town of Dunston, then told the shop owner to spend the change on sweets for local kids.


27) Whilst dining in the prestigious Bedford Arms Hotel in Woburn with a few of his Geordie mates, decided to place his erect member on the shoulder of a diner at the next table. Thinking someone had tapped him on the shoulder the gentleman turned his head only to have Gazza's helmet prod him in the cheek.

28) Took a documentary team to a beautiful Scottish cottage which he informed them was his new place, pretended he'd forgotten his key and knocked instead. When the door opened, told the befuddled housewife inside that he was doing a telly advert and wanted to know if she preferred Daz or Omo.

29) Crashed Middlesbrough's team bus at the club's training ground and caused £310,000 worth of damage.

30) While at Rangers, urinated over sleeping team-mate Richard Gough.

31) Handed £1000 over to Jimmy Five Bellies after betting that the burly boozer couldn't withstand a cigarette lighter's heat on the bridge of his nose for five seconds. Jimmy could. Twice.

32) After briefly giving up drinking, was advised to find a new interest. Picked bingo.

33) Bought a £1000 robot and programmed it to travel into Jimmy Five Bellies' room at Gazza Towers and announce: "Make a cup of tea, fat man."

34) Stuck his tongue out when the TV cameras panned past him during the national anthem at Italia 90.

35) Prepared for England matches during that hugely important tournament by playing marathon games of tennis in the scorching midday sun.

36) Thought it would be appropriate to wear a blue fright wig before the 1991 FA Cup Final.

37) In his time, has agreed to dress as a Roman centurion, a clown, Oliver Hardy and Braveheart for 'photo opportunities'.

38) While his Italia 90 team-mate was the hero of Hillsborough, marched into a Sheffield barbers and demanded "a Waddle cut".

39) When Gazza signed for Spurs in 1988, he came down to finalise the deal with a bunch of his Geordie mates. They took over the posh hotel in Hadley Wood where Spurs were footing the bill and wreaked havoc. Gazza met then-chairman Irving Scholar and began talks by saying, "We'd like to thank you for the best three days of our lives."

40) Asked to leave West Lodge Park Hotel in London after guests were treated to the sight of a naked Five Bellies swimming across the duck pond.

41) On his first night in Rome after signing for Lazio, gave his minder the slip, put his shoes by an open window and hid in a cupboard. The minder thought he'd committed suicide.

42) Recorded a video message for a corporate party and signed off with a cheery "Happy Christmas, you f***ing w***ers".

43) Greeted reporters in Rome by standing up, asking for silence, then farting at ear-splitting volume.

44) Told an interviewer that he was so superstitious about the number 13 that he couldn't ever bear to see the numbers 4 and 9 together. Oddly, the combination of 5 and 8 was deemed OK.

45) Shredded England team-mate Dennis Wise's Armani suit "for a laugh".

46) While staying at a Scottish hotel, drove across its golf course in his four-wheel drive Jeep.

47) While reputation preceded him in Italy, the English language did not. Hence, his Lazio debut was marked by a banner which read:
'Gazza's Boys, We Are Here. Shake Your Women And Drink Your Beer'.

48) Conversely, rival Italian supporters once hailed him with a banner which stated bluntly: 'Paul Gazza, You Are Fat Poofta'.

49) After being sent off while playing for Lazio, shook hands with virtually every member of the Genoa side.

50) While staying in a New Zealand hotel, was told there was no bacon for breakfast. Replied, "What, all the sheep in this country and there's no bloody bacon!"

25 February, 2008

Please Give Footballers Booze More Often!

Hutton and King - after downing 7 bottles of Buckie

Mmmmmmashed

To celebrate winning the Carling Cup yesterday, Spurs players were encouraged by boss Juande Ramos to go out and enjoy themselves, and judging from these pictures they certainly did that! No, these were not taken after an all-day session playing Jeff Stelling’s Drinking Game, but rather at 2 am this morning outside London scumhole club Faces on Cranbrook Road

JJ - modelling the zombie look

Strict hardman Ramos joked yesterday: “I have had a drink with them in the dressing-room — even though you cannot tell. It’s quite a nice diet and sometimes they are allowed to have a good time. Sometimes it lets them eat and drink totally out of control — and yes, that includes champagne!”

Lennon - half the size, twice the fight

All in all, there’s no real content to this, it’s really just an excuse to post the below hilarious photo of Ledley King, it’s a big look!

Ledley fights to get to the bar for another round of nipple sambucas

SEXY UPDATE: Ledley actually got kicked out of the club and properly kicked off when he wasn't allowed back in. From STT's experience, bouncers are always happy to let you back into clubs once you've been kicked out. The old 'Mate, my wallet's in there' routine works every time. In Ledley's dreams.

11 January, 2008

Living the Dream

To quote the immortal George Best (R.I.P) - “I spent most of my money on women, drink and fast cars. The rest I squandered.” That’s what being a footballer is all about, not mincing around doing adverts for hair gel and cameos in Hollyoaks.

However, ex-Arsenal hero, part-time coke fiend and shadow MENSA member Paul Merson has basically hit rock bottom today from living the life, and STT finds no joy in that. The former millionaire, who once earned £20,000 a week, has now been forced to quit his plush £300,000 flat in upmarket Four Oaks, West Midlands, and move back into his parents' ex-council house after failing to pay his mortgage.

A close friend told The Mirror that “He's homeless, it's so bloody sad. At the age of nearly 40, considering all he's done and all the money he's earned, he's gone back to square one and the house where he was a teenager…He drinks, he gambles, he womanises. He's an addict in a mess.” To give you an idea of the extent of the problem, Merse once admitted to having splashed out £7 million on his addictions to alcohol, gambling and Peruvian marching powder over the years.

Although Merse still earns well from work on Sky Sports, and quite incredulously, on the after-dinner speaking circuit, all that comes in is just immediately squandered on his addictions. “He's living hand-to-mouth,” as the same friend succinctly put it to the press last night.

On top of mounting gambling debts, father-of-five Merson is still supporting his first wife Lorraine, and the couple's three teenage boys, as well as second wife Louise, and their six-year-old twins. This flat is just the latest in a series of items repossessed by the Lloyds Bank sack-full-of-doorknobs-wielding heavies, as last year in April Merse’s Range Rover was sold off at auction after he failed to keep up with the £900-a-month repayments.

For a guy who won the FA Cup, the European Cup Winner’s Cup, the League Cup, the League title, in addition to 21 caps for England, this is truly a tragic state of affairs. There’s a lesson here kids: if you’re gonna ‘invest’ 90% of your income in prozzies and blow, make sure you waste the other 10% in a high-interest savings account.

04 September, 2007

Why we give ourselves 'The Claw'


The trend towards living vicariously through an electronic intermediary is more obvious today than ever before, with easy opportunities to shop, stalk (sorry, “socially interact”), adopt actual children and most importantly, play football like the ghost of George Best.

The advances since these early games to the modern re-incarnations of the FIFA and ISS (or Pro Evo for those of you born after 1990) series are staggering, so we at STT feel that it’s about time people asked: Are we at the stage where modern console football is better than playing real-life football? You know, outside…on actual grass…physically kicking a ball yourself.

Taking a cursory glance at the obesity of the majority of today’s youth, I’d say it’s pretty obvious where their allegiances lie, but as a slightly (whisper it) older computer gamer, I would always happily throw my friend’s X-Box 360 out of a window given half the chance to nutmeg a real person and call it, or chip an actual goalkeeper. There are even added health and social benefits that I need not spell out, but at the end of the day, personally nothing will ever top that feeling of scoring a wonder-volley or puling off a textbook Maradona spin.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love the jeering/outright violence that comes from Pro Evo, and there is definitely some perverse satisfaction of waking up the morning after playing a World Cup with what pilots refer to as Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, and what seasoned players will know as ‘the claw.’ At heart, it’s a geek’s game played by absolute hooligans, but herein lies its hook; no matter if you’re fat, thin, tall or short, the Pro Evo field is level. That fat, pale, fast-food dependant friend of yours can compete, and rather than seeing it as a fun football simualtor, he is able to see Matrix-style to the core of the game. Futhermore, nature has seen it fit to offset his natural ‘big bones’ with a secret weapon far beyond the realm of human physicality – fingers more powerful than Lindsey Lohan’s inner thighs.

His moments of glory are emphasised by another key difference between the two schools: when you are put to the sword in Pro Evo, there are no excuses. That childhood injury that stopped you from playing for West Ham, or any amount of cigarettes and booze, do not carry into the electronic realm, making every defeat that bit more wrist-slittingly personal. I’ve seen chairs put through windows, proper punches thrown, and friendships genuinely ruined over those simple polygons. In perhaps the greatest case of bad-sportsmanship I have ever come across, a friend of mine even destroyed his copy of FIFA ’04 after losing and sent a letter, along with the broken pieces of the disc, to EA Sports (makers of the FIFA series) to complain about the standard of the refereeing in the game after what he saw as a perfect goal was disallowed. Suffice to say he didn’t receive a response.

Still not convinced of Pro Evo’s validity in the football realm? Let me put it this way then: computerised football is literally as close as you will actually ever get to destroying Arjen Robben with a tackle of the ferocity normally reserved only for Mortal Kombat fatalities…over and over and over again…

So what are we left with? I guess each mode of the beautiful game has its advantages…perhaps if we were to integrate the best elements of computerised football into the Premier League, that would be a happy compromise. Therefore each player has to be incredibly stoned, and everyone has a magic ‘through-ball’ button then right?