According to some folk who know about
these things, a ticket to watch a Chelsea away game costs £70.
That’s SEVENTY! pounds. And such is the tribal nature of the true
supporter, the club has no problem selling them. Given the obscene
level of footballers salaries, I suppose clubs must do this to make
ends meet.
But here in the Pangolin office this
morning, as staff were huddled around the warm telly, we heard
something which made Chelsea sound positively cheap.
It's to do with golf. For the
uninitiated out there, golf is a sport involving a little hard ball,
small holes, a playing area the size of Montenegro, metal sticks and
a human. The little hard ball gets whacked by the human using a metal
stick so as to get it into one of the little holes. Least whacks
wins. The little hard ball has to go into one of the little holes in
order – one to eighteen – so whackists must walk miles between
holes. Or drive in little buggies. Very few run.
Sound like fun? Well it is for one
golfist – a very pleasant-looking self-effacing Irish chappie
called Mc Illroy who is a successful professional whackist and
announced today that he was changing his sticks from whatever he used
to use to some made by Nike. Here comes the jaw–dropper. Mr
McIllroy’s deal with said company is worth £44, 000 (forty-four
thousand) PER DAY! Come on! That’s way beyond obscene.
It merits
its very own Stupid Box.
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