Im going to the game. And I dont want to. The only saving grace is that I dont have to listen to that overweight, inarticulate "I have a head thats based on the zombies from the third series of Buffy, you know, the one where the zombies invade the high school and theyve got weeping pustuous sores all over their faces?" moron and his hyperbolic diatribe on the merits of the Roosters.
I have never met anyone, not even my mates who used to work for the Roosters who say that they like Phil Gould. How can anyone in the media, from Ch9 to the Daily Telegraph justify his saturation point existence in the media. And how can the directors of the games tolerate such blatant and shining bias in the commentary?
After watching twenty minutes of the storm game last week I realised I had vomit al over myself. Not booze, bad prawns or motion sickness. Phil Gould.
