WITH the Premier League season about to climax over the nation's grateful visage, one's thoughts turn to those for whomst shame and sorrow will become constant companions. BLACKBURN ROVERS A fact known only to cognoscenti is that the radio disc jockey Tony Blackburn is a remarkably accomplished experimental landscape artist and mezzo soprano. I recall a soiree in Francis Bacon's Soho rooms back in 1968 in which Mr Blackburn composed a gestural abstraction of St Paul's cathedral using the medium of his own urine whilst accompanying himself with an a capella version of You Can't Hurry Love. WOLVERHAMPTON WANDERERS The sharply contasting shades of the peripatetic Wolverhamptonites puts one in mind of Whistler's Nocturne In Black and Gold of 1875, inasmuch as the public have rejected both of their endeavours as being a crude assault on the senses. Whereas the latter was dismissed by John Ruskin as a pot of paint flung in the public's face, the former has been Karl Henry's size 12 boot flung into the kneecaps of the opposition. Their only saving grace is that the primal Mick McCarthy looks remarkably like an animated Easter Island statue. BIRMINGHAM CITY Often called the Venice of The North by those who believe La Serenissima is half a billion tons of concrete hastily shat into a rusting septic tank, Birmingham holds little charm for the modern aesthete unless he is blind, deaf, has no sense of smell and the constitution required to survive on a diet of Balti. This team is commanded by an irascible Scot, if one may employ a tautology, and I have yet to find a use for Scotland, other than to buffer England from beefy Scandanavian marauders. WIGAN ATHLETIC Roberto Martinez should be lauded for encouraging his team to keep it on the deck, play the passing game and not resort to negative counter-attacking tactics. But they're an absolute shambles in defence, their best players will be looking for a transfer regardless of their Premiership survival and if Martinez is to remain in charge he's going to need to inject a bit of grit into the squad. In addition 'Athletic' makes one think of the Greeks. How splendid. BLACKPOOL I had fallen asleep during a screening of Mozart's little-known operetta The Saucy Panel Beaters Of La Mancha and rolling onto my remote control caused Ian Holloway to suddenly appear on the screen. He seemed a delightful creature, although one could hardly divine a single word he was saying, and now my two poodles Bocaccio and Tate bark like the dickens whenever they see him on the television. For this reason, Blackpool are my favourites to avoid the drop. http://www.thedailymash.co.uk/sport...tion-battle-201105193838/:emoticon-0117-talki
Hopefully Blackpool won't go down because if they do, they will probably never get back up ever again, whereas the others probably will.
