Premiership Footballer

The Hard Life Of A Premiership Footballer

 

 

People think the life of a Premiership footballer is cushy but that just isn’t so.

They think that apart from match days we just train every morning and then have the rest of the day off. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. We’re a bit like teachers in that respect. People think that teachers just start work at nine –o-clock in the morning and work till three in the afternoon and that’s it. They forget that teachers have to spend hours and hours doing all the marking and planning the children’s lessons too. Well it’s like that with footballers. People think that apart from training every morning we don’t have any other responsibilities, there isn’t anything else we have to do. They conveniently forget that we have to go shopping every afternoon. In fact most Premiership footballers have to spend more time shopping than they do training. I know I do. And it’s bloody hard work too. You try getting through a hundred grand every week, it isn’t easy. All right, I suppose you could take the easy way out and buy a hundred grand car every week, which wouldn’t take up too much of your time granted, but even if you filled your four car garage then filled up your grounds with cars it wouldn’t be long before you couldn’t move for bleeding cars, I know, I did it.

So buying a hundred grand car every week only lasts for about fifteen weeks. Then you have to think of other things you can spend your money on. We’ve already got a swimming pool, naturally, so I can’t spend anything on a swimming pool. Unless I was to make the one we’ve already got bigger or have another one built for the kids but I can’t do that as we haven’t got any more room because of all the cars. Putting another couple of cars in the swimming pool would get rid of another two hundred grand I suppose but two weeks later you’ve got the same problem, as I learned after I put the first two cars in the swimming pool.

That leaves buying things for the house and clobber. But how many Agas can you have? We’ve got five, six when we’ve had one put on the landing next week, but there just isn’t room for any more and at eight grand a pop that’s only forty eight grand which isn’t even one week’s wage. And we’ve already got wood panelled walls throughout, six chandeliers in every room and more settees than Land of Leather. And how much clobber can you buy? I’m luckier than most because my wife Tracey Michelle can spend for England but even Tracey Michelle finds it hard to get through more than twenty grand a week, but even if she could there’s nowhere to put it because our bedroom, the billiards room, the greenhouse, the potting shed and the gazebo are already full to overflowing with her and my clothes and we can’t put any in the walk-in wardrobe because there’s a car in there.

No, as I say, the life of a Premiership footballer is a lot harder than people think.

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Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things. Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things.

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