Is what today has been called by those involved in the hyperbole that is football. It is the final weekend of the Premier league season, and most issues at the top have been sorted, and now all eyes turn to the bottom of the table, where two teams out of five will be relegated this afternoon.
Blackpool and Wigan has 39 points, Wolves, Birmingham and Blackburn have 40. Teams could lose and stay up or win and still get relegated. Wolves play Blackburn, and we know that whoever wins, if anyone, they will be safe. Other than that anything could happen.
Other than it be the end of the world for the two teams that go down; the sun will rise in the morning and people will carry on with their lives, my point being, it's not going to put families out on the street if an team does go down. It's just a game, folks.
Anyway, it will be a day of high drama and worth not getting off the sofa for for two hours or so from four this afternoon.
Talking of the end of the world, it did not happen yesterday, which according to the tele-evangelist was exactly 7000 years after the Biblical flood. As ever, it was unsure whether god would follow GMT or EST, but as it turned out he did not show up and 200 million evangelical Christians were not swept to heaven in the rapture.
So the football is going ahead after all.
A good quote from William Hill on the subject of betting on the end of the world; we let punters chose their own odds, as if they're right we won't have to pay out!
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59 year old, soon to be retired, twice divorced, thrice married 2008, male living in the garden of England on the white cliffs just north of Dover, Kent. I used to be a geophysical engineer and before that an RAF Armourer, but now just earning a living anyway I can. Now working for a supplier of offshore wind turbines; I think I can say I have something to do with quality. Life even better. Soon to retire. Yay! Hobbies include photography, music, history, travel. Hates Brexit.
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