by : Scott Stephens
Ring announcer: Introducing first, fighting out of the blue corner, weighing in at 15 stones and standing at 5ft 10, wearing the blue of Birmingham, it’s the one and only Steve ‘The Bruiser’ Bruce.
The Birmingham crowd howl in appreciation as the former Norwich and Man Utd defender walks through the entrance as The White Stripes ‘Seven Nation Army’ fills the stadium.
Ring announcer: And introducing his opponent…
The home crowds cheers turn instantly to a crescendo of boos.
Ring announcer: Fighting out of the red corner, weighing in at a trim 12 stones and standing tall at 5ft 11, wearing the white Villa away strip it’s David ‘The Irish Assassin’ O’Leary.
Martin: I haven’t heard Birmingham this vocal since Wembley got the nod for the National Stadium!
Andy: I wouldn’t go there if I were you, especially considering where we are.
O’Leary steps out with a face like thunder as House Of Pain’s superb ‘Jump Around’ fills the air.
Martin: Big Dave doesn’t look happy.
Andy: You wouldn’t either if your chairman was Deadly Doug Ellis. He’s probably told O’Leary that he’s selling Angel for a new motor!
Martin: Whatever it is he’s certainly pumped up for this.
The referee calls both of them over to the middle and tells them the rules of the bout while the fans generate an almighty sound. Bruce and O’Leary shake hands and the bell rings.
Martin: And we’re off!
Straight away O’Leary is on the attack and is throwing a series of body shots at Bruce but Bruce covers up like a professional boxer, not feeling a thing.
Andy: Well we knew Bruce was defensive minded but this is something else.
Martin: The boy learned how to defend from Fergie but maybe Bruce is responsible for getting Fergie into boxing?
Andy: Don’t be stupid. As if you’re going to teach your boss, who already has a slight mental disposition and a habit of throwing things at players in the dressing room, how to box. That would be suicidal.
Back in the ring O’Leary is in a right sweat following his little punch session. Realising his punches are having no effect he opts for an alternative form of attack … he goes for the legs.
Martin: Eat your heart out Bruce Lee! That was an awesome leg sweep by the Irish Assassin.
Andy: It certainly was and just remember the age-old adage … it doesn’t matter how tall or big they are they’re all the same size when they’re on their back.
Martin: Except for Vanessa Feltz!
Andy: Yeah I was going to mention her.
Martin: And that thirty stones darts champion Andy Fordham.
Andy: Yeah ok, look, it’s only a saying, don’t take things so flaming literally.
Suddenly O’Leary grabs them both by the throat.
O’Leary: Listen you punks. You’re getting paid to commentate on me being crowned King of Birmingham, not about fat people.
Andy: Ok, ok, sorry Dave. It’s all his fault.
Martin: No it wasn’t, you started it.
O’Leary bangs their heads together.
O’Leary: Look I’ve got more important things to worry about than you two so just do what you’re told ok.
Martin: Yes boss.
Andy: Yes Dave.
O’Leary: That’s better.
Andy: DUCK!
Bruce appears behind O’Leary with a steel chair in his hands. O’Leary quick as a flash goes to ground but Martin is looking up to the sky for a duck.
WHACK!
Martin Tyler’s cranium is cracked with an ill-timed chair shot from Steve Bruce and the crowd takes a deep intake of breath.
Andy: Oh my God. Look what you’ve done to my partner…
Martin is slumped over the commentary table with blood gushing out of his head.
Bruce looks on aghast as he realises what he’s done. Suddenly O’Leary smacks Bruce square in the spuds bringing the Birmingham boss down to his knees quicker than Monica Lewinsky in the Oval Office.
Andy: Serves you right you crazy fool. Here take this as well.
Andy throws a massive right hand at Bruce which sends him careering to the ground in a heap.
Paramedics rush down to ringside and quickly take Martin Tyler out of the arena.
Andy: Well what am I meant to do? I’m all on my own and this fight hasn’t really got started yet. Is there anyone in the back that can help me out? I hope Martin’s ok?
David O’Leary looks at Andy and stares to say ‘will you just shut up and get on with it?’
O’Leary jumps on the tearful Bruce and begins placing him in a figure four leg lock.
Andy: In all of the six previous brawls that I’ve had the pleasure to commentate on I think this is the first time that I have ever seen an actual wrestling hold!
Bruce is writhing in agony while O’Leary tries to sit up to get more leverage.
Suddenly a figure is seen running down to ringside.
Andy: Finally some help for me out here.
The crowd cheer like the Blues have just scored a goal and it becomes clear when the person gets into view.
Andy: Yes! Jasper Carrott’s here! Where’s Nigel Kennedy, give me Kennedy!
Jasper throws himself into the ring and jumps on the Villa boss. O’Leary breaks the hold and tries to cover up from Carrott’s assault but to no avail.
Andy: This is appalling… Five minutes I’ve been waiting for a new co-commentator and there’s still no sign of it. Still I’m on for my bet!
Andy looks up the ramp and sees another figure running down.
Andy: Ah this looks promising.
The St Andrews crowd start booing as the mystery figure is revealed as none other than Villa’s biggest celebrity fan, violinist Nigel Kennedy with his trustee violin under his arm.
Andy: Yes, yes, yes! C’mon my boy!
Kennedy crawls into the ring and smashes his violin over Carrott’s head. The crowd gasp.
Andy: That’s gotta hurt!
Carrott staggers to the ground and collapses in a heap on the canvas when out of nowhere Bruce spears the Violinist to the ground to rapturous applause from the home fans.
Andy: That was like a train crash!
Kennedy is bleeding from the mouth and Bruce gets to his feet when suddenly another figure is seen running down to ringside.
Andy: Please be Mr Risdale, £15,000 grand would be lovely … Oh what’s he doing here?
The Birmingham fans howl in anger as Deadly Doug Ellis makes his way to the squared circle. Bruce clenches his fist and goes to swing for him but Ellis holds his hands up and points towards O’Leary in the corner. Deadly Doug strolls towards his manager, looks down at him, and wallops him on the side of the head.
Andy: What the…
The home fans go mad, not believing what they’ve witnessed. Deadly Doug continues his onslaught on his manager when another two rather large figures come dashing to ringside.
Andy: This really is starting to turn into the Generation Game!
Peter Risdale emerges and runs down to ringside to help the Villa chairman attack O’Leary while Bruce looks on startled.
Andy: Yes, yes, yes! Now all we need is that little minx Brady to show her face.
Almost as soon as Risdale hits the ring another two figures race towards the ring. The lights shine on to the two figures to reveal former Villa bosses Ron Atkinson and Graham Taylor looking extremely annoyed.
Andy: It looks like tonight is the perfect night for these former Villa bosses to get their own back on the chairman from hell.
Ron and Graham run straight for Deadly Doug, taking him right off his feet.
Andy: Unbelievable! … I’ve finally got a new co-commentator and it’s none other than Scarface himself, Alan Hansen.
Alan Hansen puts on his headset.
Alan: We’ll have less of that you Toffee scum. You’ve coped well on your own. Obviously you’re not ready for the big step-up to presenting on your own but you did well.
Andy: Cheers.
Back in the ring, Big Ron and Graham Taylor have splattered Deadly Doug’s nose over his face and Peter Risdale has ran out of the ring scared for his life. Ron and Taylor start tying rope to Doug’s hands and feet.
Andy: What on earth are they doing to the poor guy?
Alan: It’s just as well I’m here because it’s quite obvious what’s going on.
Andy: What?
Alan: They’re going to stretch him until he’s torn in two.
Andy: Oh yeah… obviously!
Big Ron makes sure that his end is firmly secured before attaching it to a huge shire horse, and Graham Taylor does like wise. Suddenly a huge bang is heard and both horses bolt for it.
Andy: Oh no… that’s gruesome!
Alan: Aye it is quite bad, you’d never get this on Match of the Day!
Doug Ellis has been torn in two and his organs are splattered around ringside along with his stale blood.
Graham Taylor: I do like that!
Taylor and Big Ron leave the ring with their arms held aloft victoriously as Bruce and O’Leary lock horns again. O’Leary swings Bruce into the ring before connecting with a glorious drop kick.
Andy: That was perfectly executed.
Alan: It was good but it wasn’t perfect. Surely Bruce knew what was coming.
O’Leary picks up Bruce and throws him into the ropes again.
Andy: Another drop kick…
Alan: No he’s gonna hit him with a powerbomb.
O’Leary lifts Bruce up and slams him to the ground with an amazing amount of force.
Alan: Told you.
Andy: How did you know it wasn’t going to be another drop kick?
Alan: Think about it. Vary your attack and you’ve got a better chance of surprise.
With O’Leary having the upper hand it looks like Bruce is there for the taking when suddenly a voluptuous brunette is seen strutting it down to ringside.
Andy: Oh yes, yes, yes. Please tell me this is who I think it is…
Alan: Why don’t you try Karen Brady!
Andy: I’d love to but I don’t think her husband Peschisolido would be too pleased!
Sure enough it is the Birmingham Managing Director making her way to the ring.
Alan: Oh isn’t she just looking fantastic tonight? I have never seen her look better to be honest.
Andy: Whatever you say Al. I’m planning on how to spend my money.
Karen steps up on the ramp and distracts O’Leary by lifting up her skirt revealing the flesh of her inner thigh.
Alan: Oh my! What a lucky boy David is.
David moves towards her and places his arms around her waist.
Andy: Oh no. Are we going to see a cross-city relationship here?
Alan: I hope not, come here darling! Come and get a bit of Scotch in ya!
Andy: The Zulus are getting restless. This doesn’t look good at all.
O’Leary then plants his thin lips on to Brady and starts gliding his fingers through her hair when suddenly he pulls her hair off to reveal the glowing golden locks of Birmingham’s antagonistic midfielder Robbie Savage!
Andy bursts out laughing while Alan looks on mortified, but not as half as bad as O’Leary.
Andy: O’Leary looks like he has just died and gone to hell.
Alan: Well he’s half way there.
Out of nowhere Bruce lamps O’Leary with an iron bar and the big Irishman stands there stunned.
Andy: Oh no, the Zulus are making there move. I can’t look.
The Zulus start charging towards the ring, life up their spears, and throw them at O’Leary.
Alan: I knew these Brummies were hard up but surely they could have afforded a few quid to go and buy themselves Kerplunk instead of using O’Leary.
Every single spear pierces the Villa boss’s body and the former Leeds manager is stuck to the spot.
Andy: This is horrible.
Bruce and Savage begin pulling the spears out of O’Leary waiting for his head to fall to the ground in true Kerplunk style.
Andy: I can’t believe I have just witnessed this. By the way, what on earth are you doing here tonight?
Alan: I was here to break the bad news to you.
Andy: What bad news? It’s not Martin is it?
Alan: No, you know how last time you mentioned the EU questioning you for having a monopoly on Premiership Managers Brawl and that some matches might be leased to other broadcasters?
Andy: Yes…
Alan: Well we’ve won the rights to the next brawl between two fiery Scots Graeme Sounes of Blackburn and David Moyes of Everton.
Andy: But what am I going to do with myself?
Alan: Go and have a wee break, recharge your batteries.
Andy: I suppose I could go on holiday with my winnings.
Alan: What winnings?
Andy: The winnings from my … Savage? It was Savage not Brady. That longhaired girl? I’m going to kill him!
Andy throws off his headset and chases Robbie Savage out of the stadium.
Alan: Well that’s the last you’ll see of him for a couple of weeks. By the way news has just reached us that Martin Tyler is also stable in hospital. Take it easy pal. But next time on Premiership Managers Brawl it will be an awesome contest with a Scottish touch as Graeme Souness and David Moyes hook up live on squarefootball.net tv with Gary Lineker, John Motson, Trevor Brooking and myself in attendance. Until then fight fans, peace.
Scott Stephens investigates football and religion.
Having grown up and lived in a very multicultural area of London, I have been exposed to many forms of religion. Personally, I am not religious and would like to avoid the clich of saying that 'football is my religion'. I'll leave the notion of what qualifies something to be a religion, to those better placed to do so. If it is faith and worship, then I'm sure that most reading this article, find that through football. I have a Church; only mine doesn't have a roof, the 'pews' are plastic and it has a 110 by 71 yards piece of turf in the middle!
However, I'm not trying to divide the two phenomenon's but rather see the amazing ways in which the two crossover; agree and disagree. One particular image that will stick in my mind for a long time was walking home from a party late one Friday night and cutting across my local common. Having not have drunk that night, I knew my eyes were not deceiving me as I made out two 11 a-side teams of Orthodox Jews, in full religious dress, chasing a football around in complete darkness! I couldn't help but to enquire as to what was going on! One of the goalkeeper's informed me that an important religious festival had just ended and they wanted to celebrate it with a 'kick-about'. Unbelievable! Anyone for a game on Christmas morning?
I also remember being at school and college, where some Muslim friends would 'skip' Friday prayers to come and play football at lunchtime and can also recall a boy who got withdrawn from my Sunday League Team by his mum for missing Church too often!
Religion is however, a major part of football for many of the world's top players. We are very accustomed to players, especially from Spain and South America, 'crossing' themselves as they run out on to the pitch. But for what are they crossing you have to ask? Is it a plea to keep evil spirits at bay or a plea to score a hat-trick. For many players, it is a matter of course, but with all due respect, the same players wouldn't 'cross' themselves as they entered a shop or a restaurant would they? I think it's the hat-trick they're after!
In many countries, religion is crucial to a team's pre match routine, especially at National level. It is common for South American teams to bring a priest into the dressing room, prior to kick off who will read sections of the bible as all the players hold hands, often shedding tears in an amazing display of emotion and team solidarity.
Before each game of their very successful world cup campaign in 2002, members of the Senegalese team would read sections from the Muslim holy book ' the Qu'ran, in an attempt to get each other fired up for the game in hand. The teams shock victory in their first game against France was marked by amazing scenes in the country's capital, Dakar, where only a handful of worshippers attended a Friday prayer at the city's Grand Mosque; all clearly watching the game, a fact welcomed and encouraged by the mosque's Imam. What 's more, the teams French coach, Bruno Metsu, actually converted to the religion as his team progressed to the knockout stages.
French World Cup winner Emmanuel Petit, turned to Zen Buddhism to help him through his footballing career. At the tender age of 17, his older brother Olivier died on the pitch whilst playing for the French side, Dieppe. Olivier had a fatal brain haemorrhage after heading a ball. Petit went on of course to score a goal in the world cup final and believed that his brother had a big role to play in the goal and duly dedicated the goal to him.
Perhaps the most amazing crossover between religion and football began a couple of years ago, when a group of local residents in Rosario, Argentina founded the first 'Maradonian church' or the 'Hand of God Church'. With an original congregation of about 50, the Religion now boasts upwards of 20,000 members who live in the year 43 AD (after Diego) and whose most holy of days is celebrated on the 30th of October, Diego Maradonna's birthday. Members of the congregation are very offended when people suggest that the religion is purely humorous as they feel as if Maradonna has created such exposure for their country and for the whole of South America. Alejandro Veron, the religion's founder has said that 'just because it's a new religion doesn't mean it should be laughed at. It may have not have such legendary tales as other religions but it is after all a sporting religion.'
As I said in my introduction, I wanted not to separate religion and football but rather see how the two crossover and work together. Clearly here, with the notion of a 'sporting religion', they are one and the same thing.