BALL ACHE

What the fuck is it with Adidas? Every international football tournament they manage to deform one of the most straight forward sporting items on the planet.
The football is a basic invention, beautiful in its simplicity and without it life on planet Earth would be bollocks.
So why does a company that has specialised in making footballs, football regalia and other sporting bits and bobs manage to fuck it up, every four years for a world cup?
I remember at Italia 90, adidas designed the Etrusco (I believe), it was a stunner, a beautuful white ball, with black etchings, using the traditional adidas tango design but upping the ante and making it look a little more poncy/Italian. It worked, it was lovely, it was also fucking expsensive. Official balls are very pricey, so I'm sure adidas must think, how the fuck sticks are we gonna get away with this one again? We need to re-design the same ball every tournament and sell it for £80, bob's your country bunker, we're fucking wedged up to the max!
The problem is, adidas, should actually be less caring about their market and just fuck us over entirely. We don't need you to re-design the fucking inside, just put a new pretty picture on the front and we'll all buy it, don't you chicken curry about it sun beam! After all most of us fanatics will or already have purchased the England shirt. People run to the shop, 'Quick the new England shirt is out, It's white and everything!'
By making the ball lighter, the supremos at adidas (it's never been proved that the founder Mr. Adi Dasler had ties with the Nazis) believe that probably more goals will be scored, but all that actually happens is you get central midfielders taking more and more shots and the ball is either sent into orbit or plucked away from danger by a very relaxed goalkeeper (Lampard).
Speaking of the England shirt, I wonder how many people have seen the adverts 'Tailored in England'. Wow, what a boast!
Obviously they cannot say made in England, because they are made by a nine year old, working 16 hour days without a lunch break for the tidy sum of tuppence halfpenny somewhere many many miles away.
The band Kasabian star in one of these posters. I think, by endorsing the purchasing of something which pretty much encaptures modern slavery, they should perform their next tour, without taking lunch, wages of £7 per week (to share between them), and possibly have their manager screaming at them and hitting them occasionaly with a stick. They should then finish their day by all huddling together by a rat infested river bank to get their heads down for a nice kip. Fucking cunts.

I realise I am pictured above wearing one of these fine garments, but mine was nicked, so bollocks!

Here's Rash with the weather, film at 11. Bosh!