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SAILIVA IN EL SALVADOR...
FRIDAY 28th MARCH 2008

The Derby County v Fulham fixture tomorrow afternoon epitomises precisely why the Premier League's baffling 'Game 39' idea was never going to get off the ground.

Oh yes, our top division may have all the necessary ingredients to entertain, enlighten, eradicate poverty and cure fatal illnesses, but it can't offer the slightest pretention that fixtures such as this weekend's basement battle are anything other than utter chaff.

The idea is that the drooling minnows of world football are touched by the graceful elegance of English football. Oh yeah? Well have you seen Darren Moore play this season? Imagine rocking up at the Estadio Cuscatlan ready to sample the world's strongest domestic football brand - what a treat. But instead you're greeted by bemused looking Jari Litmanen mulling over whether to stick around over the summer in preparation for the trip to Carlisle next season.

As fixtures go, we're way past scraping the bottom of the barrel here, and have resorted to gouging large chunks out of the bastard. Derby gave up pretty much as soon as they lifted the play-off trophy last year while Fulham's away record could fit nicely into a Harry Hill sketch.

But wait. This fixture is so bad I almost feel compelled to show an unhealthy interest in it. It's degrading, and even a bit perverse, and to that end, I am delighted to announce it as my 'Hot Fixture of the Weekend'. I'm going to bet half my weekly wage on more than six goals, watch minute-by-minute updates on Teletext, and even listen to Lee Dixon's post-match analysis on MOTD .. assuming I can stay awake until gone midnight when they apologetically shovel the highlights on at the end of the show.

There's too much good football around these days and it's getting dull. We're stuck in a rut of Mr Sheen-esque quality, so let the rebellion begin.

I'll post my experiences on Monday's diary, though please email in your unwavering support of crap football, no matter which bunch of footballing nobodies you've had the displeasure of wasting your money on.

It's still football, right? And how bad can it get?
Well lets find out ..

 

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