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Nick Walshaw joins Darryll Brohman, Bob Fulton, Steve Roach and Andrew Moore in the 2GB radio box at the footy
- Nick Walshaw
- From: The Daily Telegraph
- May 23, 2011 12:00AM
Mayhem: Nick Walshaw with the 2GB Continuous Call Team. Picture: Brett Costello Source: The Daily Telegraph
ONLY 90 seconds into the afternoon and one of our game's greatest is displaying his underarm hair.
"There ... there," shouts Immortal Bob Fulton, his pit centimetres from the face of Darryl Brohman. "Have a good look at that Big Marn! What's wrong with that?"
Apparently nothing if you go by the reaction of Blocker Roach, who immediately thrusts his arm into the air too. Then caller Andrew Moore.
Each man producing a pit to show Brohman how his own dark, somewhat uncultivated, scrub should not be poking so, err, uncontrollably from a singlet in that latest Lowes commercial.
At which point, of course, the Queensland Origin retiree begins a defence of said old growth forest.
"Hang on, hang on," Fulton interrupts. "We'll let you dribble on in a minute ... "
And so begins six of the funniest hours outside a Blackadder box set.
This institution known universally as the 2GB Continuous Call team discussing everything from underarm hair, prawn crackers and Sonia Kruger to how long it takes a bull to service 40 cows.
They debate the origins of that nickname "Nobby". An ugly growth on Blocker's left hand. One caller even phoning to explain how, when determining the acceptable age limit for dating younger women, you need simply halve your age then add eight years.
"So at 100 I can still get a 58-year-old," Brohman muses. "Hmmmmmmm."
Somewhere in all this, you'll also find the formula to Sydney's most successful radio show. A phenomenon that has Blocker and Bozo signing autographs from the booth. Premier Barry O'Farrell following Big Marn on Twitter.
And when Ray Hadley heads this team up on Saturday arvos ... well, then they command a record 20 per cent of the Sydney audience.
"There's a kid sits out in front of this radio box, a Roosters fan who would be 14, maybe 15," Fulton says. "We've been watching him come to games with dad since he was a baby."
Yep, for 25 years league fans have been tuning in to what Roach calls "league's version of Seinfeld".
Where Moore now interprets the games and callers range from comedian Wendy Harmer to a Sydney bus driver, Carol, who at 56 wants more traffic to her RSVP profile "Aussie blonde".
There's Roach doing his Sergeant Schultz impersonation. Fulton growling like a panther. Somewhere in between, Brohman passing me a handwritten note that says Memo Nick: These other three are dickheads.
And when they do finally go to a commercial break, their debate over the lazy Susan complete, Fulton leans back, folds both arms and suggests their afternoon may have finally hit rock bottom.
"Oh, Robbie, we've still got an hour to go," Brohman interjects, his headphones still in place. "We can get much lower than this."
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/sp...on-in-radio-land/story-fn7r8y8x-1226060689291
Absolutely speechless at this garbage.
