THE landlord of a pub would give anything for it not to be a Sky f**king Sports one.
Tom Logan, proprietor of the Royal Standard in Reading, enjoys his job except when there is a live football game on which is all the f**king time.
He said: “I thought it’d be fun, like Shane Richie in the Queen Vic. But not when I wake up on a Saturday knowing I’ve got Spurs fans flooding in for 3pm and Chelsea fans for half-five.
“Sure, I’ll make shitloads of money. But is it worth it to have those belligerent twats in replica shirts sitting there like they own the bloody place, cheering every goal like they scored the bastard and taking every defeat personally?
“Where’s the cheery banter? Where’s the camaraderie? Instead I’m shovelling Stella down thick necks while they whinge about needing a new chairman because they only spent £140 million last summer.
“On a Super Sunday I get eight consecutive hours of the twats. Even when the middle game’s only Southampton versus Leicester or some shit they just stay and drink through it. They could afford Sky Sports at home for the amount they spend on booze.”
He added: “Mind you, I tried showing The Ashes once. Never met a bigger crowd of arseholes.”
