Quickly Kevin; will he score? The 90s Football Show QK Fan Club

Misquoting (and offending) the great Brian Moore by repeating his regretted question (I suspect Keegan and Batty feel similarly).

A shame The Last Leg hasn’t been put out of its misery before this podcast.

Also, they never played the background music long enough into each episode - sometimes The Lightning Seeds was faded out after only 30-40 minutes…

Quickly Kevin, Will He Score? Well as it turns out, no.

And it’s a shame. As the show’s denouement is announced, it feels like a “winner takes all” penalty. And rather than it ballooning over the cross bar ala Chris Waddle, this is more “smacked off the post, an inch more to the right and it would have been in” and there’s a pun there which is intended.

At its best, if you are a man in your mid 40s this podcast could be the best thing you listen to. Bathing in the warm waters of nostalgia, transporting us back to a time when Britpop was king and the football was at its best, often by being comically badly run. England’s highs and lows, the three world cups, football manager the game, the players, the clubs, the fans. A simpler time with lots of silliness and sugary highs. Whether it was misheard chants, Beattie’s text book, the mail bag, it was…. Jumpers for goalposts.

With all the having been said…. As usual, the liberals cannibalise themselves.

At worst, the podcast became and was smug, withering, self serving and pompous. The level of arrogance from Scull, Marden but especially Widdicombe, king of “Cancel culture doesn’t exist, there’s nothing to see here while I’m making my millions off of it”. There’s a major difference between laughing with your guests and laughing at them. Matt LeTissier anyone? Or how’s about the simpering Ivo Graham, Eton and Oxford educated twit, pulling apart 3 works of fiction, not once but TWICE just to make sure they had flogged a dead horse enough. Having attempted to write a book, it isn’t easy and as bad as Steve Bruce’s novel might be, you don’t hit it and then ala Die Hard, pull out a bazooka and hit it again, word for word. Sadly Josh we don’t all have literary agents and editors honing our scribblings so like you we can trouser another few hundred grand. Oh the irony of Bruce being picked apart by some toffy nosed fops for trying something different, and that’s not cancel culture?

Notwithstanding paying for something which was getting increasingly woke, the level of “if your worldview doesn’t fit ours, we’re going to mock you”, soon became uncomfortable and cringeworthy, so keen are Widdicombe et al to make sure their lefty tosh is the right side of history. Stick to the subject lads. We’ve been accommodating, but there’s accommodating and then there’s taking the piss. Give people an inch and they will take a mile. Thankfully everyone outside of London is getting wise to this.

The day I quit the show was the day I reached the episode where the ‘news’ item was whether Lee Dixon had been misquoted denying climate change….. who the f cares. This was around 2022 in the podcast and I’d listened to every other episode before it. I realised I didn’t need to listen to the rest now the show is ending.

Everything ends badly or else it wouldn’t end. Even Athletico Mince has jumped the shark (but for very different and better reasons). I guess much like the decade in question it has a start and a finish date.

This show could have been Euro 96 or World Cup 98, a masterclass of memories and humour. Instead we got world cup 2006, players walking off the pitch muttering about the fans and a system which actually, doesn’t fit the game the rest of us have to play. I shan’t miss it.

Marked improvement since soy boy Josh stepped back a bit. Great nostalgia and great guests.
More Ivo & Elis, less Josh please