Mackenzie
Old Brightonian
I vaguely remember him being disparaging about us in a commentary, which may have been fair as we've been pretty rubbish at times, but it rankled and put me right off the bloke.
a bok? is he a saffie?
Guarantees a dreadful commentary then. He's been awful for about a decade.
I suppose I'm the only one who regards him as a national treasure. I once did some work for his father, a clergyman from Lincolnshire as I recall, who had the same rosy cheeks and guileless enthusiasm as his son.
Bok, a gambling term for someone who's bad luck, the favourite origins of this are a bloke called Yakob Bok (I think) a really unlucky bloke in the novel The Fixer or from the Turkish word for shit
I think that depends how old you are.
If you're thirty plus, then yes you'll probably remember him being quite good, and will laugh off what he's like now.
I like John Motson. Reminds me of a time when football was just football and not the nonsense that it is now. He is a commentating legend in my book.
Kenneth Wolstenholme was the king. Remember seeing him climbing up a very high ladder to the commentary position at White Hart Lane in the 60s. Don't remember him commentating on Brighton though - until he worked for Tyne-Tees and did the Newcastle game in 79.
I liked him in his hay day but as others have said, he's been crap for 15 years. He was the daddy in my era growing up with the game, much more so than Brian Moore even though Moore was probably a bit better.
Although I'm afraid this whole kerfuffle is classic BBC - they absolutely love to elevate their own to a stature well exceeding their talent. Motson was alright, even quite good in his day. But ultimately he's a bloke with limited ability and boundless enthusiasm who was lucky enough to commentate on the game he loved, for decades. And now he is retiring. No need for a massive fan-fare, he really won't be missed.
I suppose I'm the only one who regards him as a national treasure. I once did some work for his father, a clergyman from Lincolnshire as I recall, who had the same rosy cheeks and guileless enthusiasm as his son.