Stuart Munday
Well-known member
Thought this might be rubbish but would give it a watch, actually far worse than I could imagine, lasted 10 minutes.
Thought this might be rubbish but would give it a watch, actually far worse than I could imagine, lasted 10 minutes.
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Thought this might be rubbish but would give it a watch, actually far worse than I could imagine, lasted 10 minutes.
It's a slightly better version of Fantasy Football from the late 90's, probably not everyone's cup of tea but probably a couple of reasons for tuning in.
I'm almost enjoying hating this. The over-colourful morning TV set; the over-excitable build up to very weakly perceived, written and enacted segment; the thought that celebrity is in some way a substitute for caring about, and being any good at what you are doing; the idea that shouting things loudly will mean that a longed for younger audience will tune in; the coupling of middle aged blokes in denim and casual shirts with a far younger woman with her bits hanging out; the stupid sub Soccer AM fan competitions; the ex-pros palling about; and the stilted attempts at chat segments culminate in something representative of why television executives are the last people on earth to understand what makes a good television programme.
It is television that hates itself and its audience. It is not made by people who care a jot or know a single thing about their subject. Fantasy Football was made by people who knew and understood what it feels like to be football fans. The worst people to ask about fan culture are actually players. Most of them don't understand. They haven't experienced it because they were always playing. Yet every single programme about football is now utterly dominated by people who played, but hardly ever watched football. Weak dressing room banter substitutes for the very real and deep culture, humour, obsessions, quirks, faiths, violent opinions and passions that make the whole thing just so damned human.
When television lets talented obsessives make television about their obsession those who share the obsession will obviously watch and enjoy, but so will those who know nothing of or couldn't care less about the obsession. When television aims for a target audience linked by a common interest it insults the obsessive and bores or annoys those who don't care.
Well I always thought you were excellent on FF.
Maybe watching with the sound off would be ok.
Angus Loughran was one up on me because he could actually spell 'Statto'. I made a complete dog's breakfast of it when signing up to here, only picking the name because the first thing I posted was a stat analysis.
Mention of the great man should of course always be accompanied by mention of his finest hour as a 15 year old at a 1982 Oval Test match:
https://www.theguardian.com/sport/that-1980s-sports-blog/2013/apr/09/cricket-pitch-invasions-1980s
https://www.gettyimages.co.uk/detai...to-the-pitch-for-england-news-photo/579867220
I'm almost enjoying hating this. The over-colourful morning TV set; the over-excitable build up to very weakly perceived, written and enacted segment; the thought that celebrity is in some way a substitute for caring about, and being any good at what you are doing; the idea that shouting things loudly will mean that a longed for younger audience will tune in; the coupling of middle aged blokes in denim and casual shirts with a far younger woman with her bits hanging out; the stupid sub Soccer AM fan competitions; the ex-pros palling about; and the stilted attempts at chat segments culminate in something representative of why television executives are the last people on earth to understand what makes a good television programme.
It is television that hates itself and its audience. It is not made by people who care a jot or know a single thing about their subject. Fantasy Football was made by people who knew and understood what it feels like to be football fans. The worst people to ask about fan culture are actually players. Most of them don't understand. They haven't experienced it because they were always playing. Yet every single programme about football is now utterly dominated by people who played, but hardly ever watched football. Weak dressing room banter substitutes for the very real and deep culture, humour, obsessions, quirks, faiths, violent opinions and passions that make the whole thing just so damned human.
When television lets talented obsessives make television about their obsession those who share the obsession will obviously watch and enjoy, but so will those who know nothing of or couldn't care less about the obsession. When television aims for a target audience linked by a common interest it insults the obsessive and bores or annoys those who don't care.