2013-10-01: Day 6
The standard of modern football commentary in the UK is such that it mainly serves as an irritant rather than enhancing the experience. I've just finished watching (well, it was on in the background whilst working and faffing with quotes on this thing) Celtic vs Barcelona. Understandably with Hungarian commentary. I could follow the game, I knew which players had the ball and I knew when something interesting was happening by intonation... granted the natural intonation of the commentator took some getting used to but that was it. Most importantly though I didn't have my tits bored off by the incessant clichés and mindless drivel. The standard may not actually be any better, with hand on heart I can't judge with any degree of accuracy, but by christ it was nice to be able to passively ignore the guff without having to actively try and tune it out.
It is undeniably the way forward.
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