El Clasico can provide us with Sunday night drama
THERE comes a time when you have to give a bit back and it's usually Sunday evenings when I take a back seat and allow Mrs B the chance to watch the telly.
She loves a bit of Call the Midwife and it is more than my life is worth to stand in her way when the theme music pipes up.
Casualty's another favourite. She just loves a medical drama.
But that's changed with the end of the season and it is brilliant timing that she won't be able to get into another similar series before the world stops for Barcelona's game against Real Madrid.
If it's a bloodbath she's after then Mrs B may be in the right place.
I've got a big feeling this one is going to kick off.
Well, obviously it will kick off. All football matches have to kick off else they aren't a football match.
But you know what I mean. It's going to be tasty and not just because both teams contain wonderful footballers who can turn into objectionable characters at the peep of a referee's whistle.
And what an arbiter we have in charge at Camp Nou.
If ever La Liga wanted to stoke up what can be one of the world's most combustible club matches, they have done it this time by handing the whistle to Antonio Mateu Lahoz.
He has taken charge of 14 games this season, but what a set of 14 matches they were.
In those games, he has dished out 84 yellow cards and eight reds.
He has probably got his own pigeon hole at the Spanish FA for all his disciplinary reports.
This is just the man we need to preside over the carnage.
Just like the events at Holby City, it could be car crash telly.
