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Penalties are becoming more important. Games are much
closer as gaps between the top and the bottom teams in each
division get narrower (Are you sure about this? Online Ed).
And the introduction of penalty shoot-outs as a way of
settling cup ties which would otherwise carry on for three
or four replays means that a chap who can stop a penalty is
in great demand. More and more teams every season appear
content to while away ninety minutes plus extra time
meandering about the pitch like grazing sheep and electing
to take their chances in the penalty shoot-out. So a goalie
who can save penalties is as valuable as a top rated
goalscorer and is worth his weight in gold. A goalie who
accepts money to throw games can also become very rich. But
that's another story. Believe me. As a top international
'keeper, I know what I'm talking about.
So how do you go about it? How do you save a penalty?
Well, nine times out of ten, the player taking the penalty
will shoot across himself. So, if he's right footed, he'll
go for the left hand side of the goal as he looks at it, so
I'll dive right. And if he's left footed he'll normally go
for the right hand side of the goal, so I'll dive left. When
I'm waiting for the guy to place the ball and take his run
up, I crouch and make myself alert, like a cat. I
concentrate. Exclude the noise of the crowd. Think only of
saving the ball and where it's going to go and which way I'm
going to dive. Then I make myself as big as possible. Next
season, I'll be able to move my feet as I'm waiting, which
will give me a slightly better chance to reach the ball, I'm
never surprised by the direction players pick. I have teams
watched and players tend not to change their minds.
Remember, all the pressure's on the outfield player. He's
expected to score. You're not expected to stop it. But you
can.
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Sounds like the easiest job in the world. Sit behind a
desk wearing a pair of earphones and listen to some ignorant
plonkers propounding their fundamentally flawed
philosophies. And it is. Let your caller make his point,
which most of them are hopeless at doing because they're so
thick. So you might have to help them. Then, once they've
spit it out, jump back down their throats with a witty,
sarcastic one liner. Belittle them and make them feel
stupid. If you can goad them into losing their temper, even
better. It makes great radio.
Pretend to lose your temper with them. But be careful. If
you really lose your rag, then you lose control. You must at
all times be in complete charge of your own emotions as well
as those of your callers. If you can goad the caller into
swearing at you, then you can cut him off immediately. This
also makes for great radio. Even if they don't swear, cut
them off anyway. Especially if they disagree with you. It's
great for the ego and it really winds people up.
Finally, have a stooge with you in the studio who can act
slightly thick and whose job it is to make you sound good.
He can feed you lines to make you appear witty and
knowledgeable and he can provide a sounding board for a bit
of laddish banter to show that you're really one of the
boys, although you're really a millionaire with a mansion in
Surrey and a holiday home in the Bahamas. Then get a
contract with Talk Radio. That way no-one will ever hear you
again.
Issue 030 - April 1997
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