Out of total smugness I am going to post a message I sent to a Facebook friend on Friday night:
Hi matey,Well here it is. I expect Khan to win, probably in ugly fashion. Having never seen Pascal I don't know what to expect of him, but he'd better be supercharged if he doesn't want to get wiped out. Macarinelli's fight seems to be in limbo, but for the record I'd have picked him to win whoever he was facing.
And onto the main event. Similarly to Haye Macarinelli earlier in the year, every time I think about it I see something different. But one thing I am certain of: It's not going to be anywhere near as easy as everyone thinks. Not only does Pacquiao have a fantastic chin, but he will undoubtedly be fitter than De La Hoya, who almost always fades down the stretch. And does Oscar really hit that hard? Knocking out wildman Mayorga isn't enough for me. The left hook is a potent weapon - but then Manny has Freddie Roach as his trainer, the best in the world.
My prediction is Pacquaio on points. I think - unlike every other prediction I have seen - he will employ a style designed to frustrate Oscar, darting in, landing hard hooks and using his hand speed. A brawling type fight will see him knocked out within ten minutes. The pressure is on Oscar, and he is no Marquez. Every pressure fight he has been in in the past few years has seen him fall away and I have a vision of him pursuing a tiring Pacquiao round the ring but ultimately falling short.However, I do like some of the odds you found. In the Ring last month they picked out odds of around 1/2 on Oscar and 7/2 on Pacquaio - meaning 300 on Oscar and 100 on Pac will, bring you a return no matter who wins. However the odds on Pac have shortened considerably. Looking at the odds you posted it might be worth a few pounds here and there on a late round stoppage for de la hoya and Manny on points.Whatever, tomorrow night is just awesome. And imagine the winner vs Ricky next year....
OK Pac actually knocked De La Hoya out, but who's counting, apart from the ref. I love being right. Shame it never happens with my football predictions...
Sunday 7 December 2008
Wednesday 3 December 2008
Monday 1 December 2008
Noel, oh Hell
Christmas is here. Enjoying it so far but there's still time for me to become a grumpy old curmudgeon, muttering swearwords at children playing hoops on the streets from beneath my top hat and cursing the world and its festive happiness.
Already sick of a couple of adverts though. That "Here come the girls" Boots abomination for example. The lustre, for me, was somewhat tarnished when I saw said song being ravaged by the Sugababes on some ITV shambles called "A night in with slappers" or something. They were dancing in a random, twisted fashion, as if shots of sporadic electrical voltage were being passed through their loins. Both the vocals and movements left me unsatisfied, which is rare when the Sugababes are concerned.
So that advert, where hordes of rampant menopausal, desperate or even worse intelligent women throw on a load of slap prowl for any flesh with a Y chromosome inside it really isn't my cup of vodka.
Equally that "If there's anything that you want" advert. I don't even know who it's an advert for. possibly Tesco or Argos. Maybe Woolies. Or Rumbelows. Don't know, don't care. I've heard it far too many times to enjoy now.
I saw the Coca Cola advert for the first time yesterday with the convoy of trucks going up the mountains. A great ad, although that amount of coke would only feed my brother for a day or two. I wonder where they go for the rest of the year. And do the drivers have any other songs on their radio other than "Holidays are coming"? And wouldn't it be funny if they opened the doors and someone had replaced the whole stock, bottle for bottle, with Panda Cola. "I knew we shouldn't have stopped off in Wisbech" would be the cry.
Started thinking about presents as well. Already given a few people my patented algebra advent calendar, where you have to work out the equation to figure out which flap to open - an incorrect answer leads to a poison dart or plague of locusts flying out. This morning I got a few angry phonecalls from devastated farmers and the police. You win some, you lose some.
The tree's up and the neighbours aren't happy. Still, if they had a 500ft tall Christmas tree/stinging nettle hybrid, surely they'd want to show it off too? I'll admit the giant barbary apes living inside are noisy, but they'll settle down soon. Either that or they'll freeze to death and crash through the roofs of the houses below, settling the problem.
Take it easy
John
Already sick of a couple of adverts though. That "Here come the girls" Boots abomination for example. The lustre, for me, was somewhat tarnished when I saw said song being ravaged by the Sugababes on some ITV shambles called "A night in with slappers" or something. They were dancing in a random, twisted fashion, as if shots of sporadic electrical voltage were being passed through their loins. Both the vocals and movements left me unsatisfied, which is rare when the Sugababes are concerned.
So that advert, where hordes of rampant menopausal, desperate or even worse intelligent women throw on a load of slap prowl for any flesh with a Y chromosome inside it really isn't my cup of vodka.
Equally that "If there's anything that you want" advert. I don't even know who it's an advert for. possibly Tesco or Argos. Maybe Woolies. Or Rumbelows. Don't know, don't care. I've heard it far too many times to enjoy now.
I saw the Coca Cola advert for the first time yesterday with the convoy of trucks going up the mountains. A great ad, although that amount of coke would only feed my brother for a day or two. I wonder where they go for the rest of the year. And do the drivers have any other songs on their radio other than "Holidays are coming"? And wouldn't it be funny if they opened the doors and someone had replaced the whole stock, bottle for bottle, with Panda Cola. "I knew we shouldn't have stopped off in Wisbech" would be the cry.
Started thinking about presents as well. Already given a few people my patented algebra advent calendar, where you have to work out the equation to figure out which flap to open - an incorrect answer leads to a poison dart or plague of locusts flying out. This morning I got a few angry phonecalls from devastated farmers and the police. You win some, you lose some.
The tree's up and the neighbours aren't happy. Still, if they had a 500ft tall Christmas tree/stinging nettle hybrid, surely they'd want to show it off too? I'll admit the giant barbary apes living inside are noisy, but they'll settle down soon. Either that or they'll freeze to death and crash through the roofs of the houses below, settling the problem.
Take it easy
John
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