Weblog: The football punter
It's Vardy time... let's enjoy it while it lasts
THERE’S only one show in town and it’s the Vardy phenomenon.
Despite his being the name on everyone’s lips, after a pint or two I still struggle to remember the Leicester dangerman is called Jamie.
So when I’m watching on Saturday evening and the lad gets a chance, I’ll probably humiliate myself down the pub by shouting “Go on Luke!” or “Hit it Reg!”
In case you’re wondering about my sanity, I once bought a Vauxhall Astra with a rust problem from former car dealership Reg Vardy. And injured Ipswich striker Luke Varney won me a juicy scorecast during his Crewe days. God, I’m getting old.
Anyway, I won’t be cheering on Vardy unless Wayne Rooney has scored against Leicester first, because despite his struggles the Manchester United captain looks the better bet.
How does the cliche go? Only three things in life are certain: form is temporary, taxes are permanent and we all get old and start forgetting words.
I hope Vardy does it, but I’m fed up of people boring on about how the record he is going for isn’t actually the record because there was football before the Premier League, you know.
The lad was playing for Fleetwood the other week, let him have whatever records he likes.
Harry Kane is going to break it later this season anyway.