Posted by sean on January 25, 2011 at 5:52 pm in Football, Television with No Comments


So, the so-called king of Sky Sports, Andy Gray, has been sacked. What a shame. I loved hearing his monotonous tones and Manchester United bias every week. The bloke is so up his own arse, I am not surprised this has happened.

Now Gray has left, it does beg the question “what will he do next?”

To look at the options available, I have borrowed Andy’s massive touch screen thingy to demonstrate what he can do…


OPTION 1:
The Job Centre. The easy option. Free money and the chance to meet Sam Allardyce, Roy Hodgson and the entire cast of The Jeremy Kyle Show. He’ll fit right in.

OPTION 2:
The England Women National Football Team. I am sure with his wealth of experience in football, Mr. Gray will be welcomed with open arms by the sportswomen – especially if he volunteers to allow them to practice their tackling. The England Women are certanly as capable as Ryan Shawcross at performing a nasty two-footed challenge.

OPTION 3:
Premier Sports. Not fun for their subscribers, as they would have to listen to the moron; but the thought of Gray stuck on a dodgy, leaking gantry, commentating on Histon against Hayes and Yeading, on a cold Thursday night does amuse me.

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