Barry of Arabia

The glorification money predator Barry Hearn, known universally on planet badass who in a previous encirclement made his fistful of dollars on the cue strokes of Steve Davis during the 1980’s wind rush of the white lines, Hurricane Higgins and all that, has since reinvented himself into the same format in the world of darts, fellow clone the boxing promotor son Eddie Hearn has taken the same path as the gloved one to be resident at the Anthony Joshua ATM much akin to Steve Davis of the previous.

The World Darts Championship (the PDC) is under threat to being moved from its regular venue since 2007 at Alexandar Palace London known as the Ally Pally after a few beverages have been necked. The man at the steering wheel to steer the sport to a more lucrative ride, for Hearn of course, has cited the same camel droppings as the snooker championships at the Crucible Sheffield, link to article July 16^th 2024 ‘Hearn’s Treachery’. Hearn laid the claimer on an increasing demand for tickets having stated that 90,000 tickets could have been sold in fifteen minutes if a bigger venue was available, now that’s one long banana boat. Hearn likes to hang his hat on caredom for the spectators. It can be said that Barry of Arabia’s destination for the PDC the dart’s championship driven on those camel droppings routed to Saudi Arabia, there will be no spectators there, a hollow shell it will become, Hearn does not give a butts end about spectators, slap it on Barry, a fast buck for Hearn, the rest can swing in the desert sands. The World Snooker Champion Ronnie O’Sullivan has suggested a move to China or Saudi Arabia, self-orientated on those happy pay days indeed. O’Sullivan for his sins, and there’s many, has linked up with the Saudi’s to coach any upcoming talent which the kingdom may have, behind the veiled curtain to suggest will be the velvet gloved Barry Hearn, the avaricious one.

If the circus was in town they could have erected a big top for the clown in town the preposterous FIFA president Gianni Infantino, spaceship landed to announce in soulless surroundings that Arabia are to host the 2034 World Cup, a one camel race with all other nations humped away for the fix of the century. Gianni professed to being a ginger top during those formative years and was bullied, look who’s being the bully now. The big vessel and standard bearer for the tournament will be a cliffhanger of a stadium to be positioned on top of a cliff to be designed by Manchester United’s architects, no leaking roofs then, to be nuked when empty? If James Bond is in town, he would surely head for a cliffhanger ending in one’s quest to find Spectre.

To mention a few of the addons to the near on capacity stadium of 93,000 will have its own lake and a slide away stand, origins Subbuteo, alongside video boards, no gambling, no drinking and all that, follow the drivel. As with most of FIFA’s post World Cup stadiums, they become abandoned and desolate, link to article Oct 2^nd 2024 ‘FIFA’s White Elephants’, can Bond claim it all, the Saudi’s into reverse gear and Infantino into the barrel and gone, Spectre banished, the mission is filed 2034, 007.

Life on Mars?

The odious sight of the FIFA president Gianni Infantino at the Donald Trump inauguration led to gasps of ghastliness to reverberate around the world of football, to say that one corrupter can identify with oneself on invite, Infantino to be investigated by the FBI? Not on the Trump ticket, who himself dodged that ticker, life on Mars, Elon Musk and all that, where’s the rocket launchers.

Infantino’s calendar continued with Trump’s inauguration, how convenient Cilla, the launch of Infantino’s cash baby in the cot, a trophy tour, is it an open top bus ride of a Trump rally, flag waving, banners and all that hairy bollocks, a trip down Pennsylvania Avenue perhaps enroute to the White House, Infantino wants it all, any white hawks overhead splat, quote Infantino “President Trump in his speech mentioned FIFA and mentioned myself, FIFA the maximum of respect”, apparently according to the Italian branded, Trump and the Gianni is going to make America great, it’s a sick bowl squelch, the demonic to claim God’s authority, to false worship, all sin is taking, aligned whoever drop zoned into our universe needs to address their shortcomings, there is life on Mars, is that right Elon, so us a favour, blast away.

Novak’s Target

The Novak Djokovic withdrawal due to a hamstring injury after losing the first set to Alexander Zverev during the Australian Grand Slam Open semi-final came with a deluge of heavy duty criticism Novak’s way, is the career ending road in sight for Novak? Yes, if you stoke Novak’s age factor into play at 37, but no to that on the courts that the Serb goes into the depths of the slams, deep into the tournaments, but is the sight of Jannick Sinner the road block ahead to derail from clawing that all defining 25^th Grand Slam title? The best claimer for that defining historical moment to become a reality is the 2025 Wimbledon Championships. Sinner has yet to hit his straps on the grass courts. Two quarter final spots and a semi-final loss in 2023 6-2, 6-4, 7-6(4) to Novak being the Italian’s scant offerings. The rising star of Carlos Alcaraz is the other big opponent that Novak has to overcome, with the Spaniard having lifted the 2023-24 Wimbledon titles, it has to be said that the grass surface is the Spaniards best surface, all be it Alcatraz’s origins are of a clay court surface.

Djokovic stated that it might be his last Australian Open, suggesting that retirement is on the agenda. Novak can court controversy with spectator barracking winging his way during the tournament. The Manero is to suggest that the kangaroo lovers (spectators) are no to Djokovic’s liking anymore and he may boycott the tournament, not to be made official, but to cite injury as the withdrawal reason. Djokovic is revered as the GOAT, but he is not alone with Margaret Court previously of the women’s tour also with 24 slams. Novak will strive to become the sports overall GOAT, to achieve that mantle at Wimbledon 2025 for that historical sporting moment in time?