Barry's Beef

I went down to the Matchroom Stadium, or Brisbane Road as it should still be called, and watched Leyton Orient scrape past Notts County in the first round of the F.A Cup. It was pretty good fun and after two balti pies and a bit of vocal bashing for the ref, who must have rated an 8 or 9 on the Graham Poll scale, I sort of didn't mind too much not going to Portman Road to watch Ipswich get their arse handed to them by the Owls as I really should have done. It was pure laziness anyway, Leyton is only 4 tube stops away from me.
But my happiness spiralled on seeing some of the other cup results. You always here this bollocks about cup shocks and how it's great for the little club to stick one over their supposed superiors. Sort of, I'd agree to a point. Rushden and Diamonds knocked out Yeovil and the media tries to build up excitement but my case is best made by Basingstoke knocking out Chesterfield, who this season had themselves carried the mantle of giant-killers after knocking out Mancester City and West Ham in the Carling Cup. My point being that how can it be giant-killing when the giant is a Yeovil or a Chesterfield? It is an etymological mistake, it is a shock rather than giant-killing, or even a big shock. No particular disrespect meant to these teams but, come on, Southend knocking out Manchester United - now that is giant-killing. It's up there with David putting one over Goliath. You dig?
Personally, at this stage of the tournament I enjoy seeing non-league teams getting absolutely stuffed and, as a consequence, I was delighted to see an 8-0 (Brighton beating Northwich Victoria like an unloved step-kid) and a 5-0 (Forest stuffing Yeading like an unloved...I'll leave it there).
Am currently enjoying Weymouth vs. Bury on BBC 1 (currently 2-2) and there's some quality swearing being picked up from the terraces, which Jonathan Pearce (who is so much better than Motty) referring to it as industrial language. Fucking right!