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Sky Sports inspired by Battle Royale in ‘Suvival Sunday’ revamp

Posted by eddiev18 on May 19, 2011

Samba: Up for the battle

Sky Sports announced today that, from next season onwards, any Premier League club threatened by relegation on the last day of the season would have to compete in a televised battle to the death.

A Sky source revealed: “On the last day of the season we have always had the very difficult job of forcing a lot of people to take an interest in a collection of bleak football clubs from the north of England. Surprisingly, the term ‘Survival Sunday’ has always helped us achieve this.

“Unfortunately though, it looks like our viewers have worked out that, whatever we call it, they are still just sitting indoors on a pleasant afternoon in May watching Blackburn kick seven lumps of shit out of Wolves.”

In a bold revamp for the 2011/12 season, the satellite giant plans to copy the plot of Japanese film Battle Royale and send every team in contention for relegation out to an isolated island in the Pacific ocean. There, the threatened clubs would have to to hunt and kill their rivals in order to claim another season in the top flight.

Our source couldn’t hide his excitement: “We were looking at ways of developing the ‘survival’ element of ‘Survival Sunday’, and this idea ticked all the boxes.

“I have this wonderful vision of a bloodied Christopher Samba thrusting the severed head of David Bentley into the sky, and letting out a furious war cry to seal Blackburn’s escape from the drop.”

Those opposing the changes claim that the idea of a top-flight footballer working with others, instead of simply fending for himself, is absolutely preposterous. Claudine Le Woflehoozen, a psychiatrist, explains: “A recent study – by some students who are much cleverer than you – tells us that Premier League footballers have overtaken Katie Price as the most selfish entity in the universe.

“As soon as they get on that island, the weak will either commit suicide – for fear of being eaten by George Elokobi – or they’ll stay alive by performing some sort of service for the strong – most likely sexual.

“You’ll have a situation where Daniel De Ridder is basically only alive because Gary Caldwell has decided he looks a bit like a girl. That’s not something I want to see in ‘stunning HD’.”

When asked whether the Premier League would block such a move due to the blatant brutality of the whole thing, Sky responded: “Do you honestly believe that the Premier League has the final say on anything? You do know how much fucking money we pay them, right?

“No, no, we do what we want.”

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Microsoft Paint Stories Of The Week – Big Sam’s Masterplan

Posted by eddiev18 on October 29, 2009

Big Sam: Piggy Tactics

If you follow the Premier League (or Barclays Premier League if you’re being anal, EPL if you’re American, and Premiership if you’re Alan Hansen), you may have heard the news that ‘Big Sam’ Allardyce had one or two problems with his squad last week, prior to their humiliating 5-0 defeat at Chelsea. I know what you’re thinking and, no, it actually didn’t involve El Hadj Diouf. No, in fact, last week the main problem facing the Rovers boss was dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn – swine flu!

Yes, swine flu. The killer virus that the Sun predicted would kill us all and result in flesh eating pigs rising up to rule planet Earth (or something along those lines. If i’m honest, I got distracted by Page 3 and didn’t properly read it). Now, as shocking as it may sound to Sky Sports News, whose little yellow ticker jumped with excitment upon hearing the story coming out of the Lancashire club, footballers really are humans after all. And humans, judging by the events of the past 12 months or so, really can contract pig flu. Big news undoubtedly.

The question that should’ve been on everyone’s lips though, and thankfully was on the lips of us over at Eddie’s Football Blog, was ‘how did swine flu suddenly spring up in the Blackburn camp?’. Once again we sent our reporter to investigate.

This time calling on our vast knowledge of time travel (acquired by watching the ‘Back To The Furture’ trilogy a couple of times), we used a Delorian, a few flashy wires, a radio alarm clock, and a shouty old man with beady eyes (who we found outside Sainsburys talking to a bin) to send our man back to last Friday night, the day before Blackburn’s game with Chelsea. Here’s what he discovered.

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The pictoral evidence is conclusive. Sam Allardyce had planned it all along. He would make sure that his entire squad were so ill, that the Premier League would have no choice but to cancel their game with Chelsea. Just like his tactics, the beauty of this plan was in its simplicity and, with their six goal whalloping by Arsenal still fresh in the memory, the Blackburn gaffer couldn’t risk morale being damaged by yet another humiliating defeat.

So on Thursday he got to work, sending his chief scout to Mexico and tasking him with the job of finding finding the ‘filthiest most disease-infected pig in the country’. After a brief mis-understanding which led to a holidaying Katie Price being bundled into a potato sack, Big Sam’s scout tracked down a pig farm so filthy that even Jermain Defoe would have turned his nose up at it. Nonetheless, ‘Pablito’ the pig was adquired, promptly dressed up as Paul Robinson (as not to raise suspicion, but also to explain his hearty appetite), and then plonked on a plane bound for London.

Meeting his new oinky accomplice at Heathrow on Friday (the day before the game), Big Sam had it all planned out. He would wait until all the players were asleep at the hotel, and then take Pablito from bed to bed, infecting each player with a solitary lick to the face. By morning they would all be far too ill to play, and the game would be cancelled. It was fool-proof. He even practiced with Pablito in the afternoon, sticking pictures of every Blackburn player on the end of a Nobbly Bobbly ice lolly. The training was such a success that even the El Hadj Diouf lolly got a lick.

Come nightfall, clad in his maroon satin PJs, Big Sam was ready. This was going to work.

Now, you’ll see in the picture that the players appear to be sharing a room. Why though? Well, Rovers chairman John Williams, a man so careful at watching his pennies that Pascal Chimbonda can be counted as one of his major summer signings, wanted it that way. When he was told of the price of each room at the fancy Chelsea Village hotel, he exclaimed (presumably in a northern accent, whilst sipping a warm pint of mead) “It’s a bloody outrage! They can all bloody well share!”. And so they bloody well did (the fact that this arrangement conveniently facilitates this particular version of events is just one big coincidence. Honest.).

Anyway, the image captures a crucial moment in our tale. Having sucessfully infected David Dunn with the virus, Big Sam moves confidently onto his second victim – ogre and part-time battering ram, Christopher Samba. Pablito, although clearly hesitant of the potential volcanic reaction caused by waking a sleeping beast of this magnitude, overcomes his fear and manages to infect his second victim. Big Sam rubs his hands in glee. His plan is definitely going to work.

Then all of a sudden there’s a beeping noise, a flick of a lightswitch, and the sound of hesitant and confused Norwegian voice. “Er… boss? Er… what are you doing down there boss?”. Big Sam looks up to see a perplexed Morten Gamst Pedersen standing over him. Shit. He’s been rumbled.

You see, in the melee of ordering a disease-infected Mexican pig, dressing it up like Paul Robinson, and then hatching a masterplan to sneak around under the cover of darkness infecting his entire squad, Big Sam Allardyce forgot one crucial fact. A fact that condemned his masterplan to failure from the minute it was hatched… Morten Gamst Pedersen checks his hair in the mirror every 15 minutes. Without fail. At night he even sets his alarm clock to go off every quarter of an hour to wake him up. Just to be sure.

Poor old Big Sam. Blackburn now would have to play their game against the league leaders for sure. He’d only infected two players with swine flu and, to rub salt in the wound, those two players were his best midfielder and his best defender/striker/battering ram. In fact he’d even picked the bug up himself, after Pablito mistook him for a Nobbly Bobbly.

Unsurprisingly it finished 5-0 to Chelsea. The word on the street is that Big Sam has a new masterplan up his sleeve for when he recovers. It involves a pair of clippers, a Norwegian, and has to be completed in under 15 minutes.

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