So much to talk about from a stunning weekend of football action.

The Premier League title .. the Championship relegation battle .. King Kev admitting Newcastle will never be a top four side (a great way to get the supporters believing), but more than that; much much more, the Women's FA Cup Final.

You've got to laugh at the BBC. If they had even half of the live sport they enjoyed a few years back you wouldn't even see a sniggering Mark Lawrenson bothering with his usual arsehole antics. Instead, given it's about the sum total of live football that they've got, the birds' FA Cup Final gets prime Bank Holiday lunchtime billing on the Beeb.

Now in my mind, that's just pure irresponsibility. I mean, you can't expect the respectful folk of this country to be able to digest a load of sweaty lasses running around in tight shorts at this hour of the day. It's perversion gone mad.

And when you're not staring at the shirt sponsors or praying that they swap colours at the end, it's evident enough that the standard is really pretty good. They'd certainly knock seven shades out of my mates at the Pig and Whistle.

Even the keepers can do a job these days.

Not sure about the team names though (Leeds United and Arsenal). All sounds a little familiar. What happened to the glory years of the Doncaster Belles and Red Star Southampton? Now that's proper erotic stuff.

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