/me shouts at the telly, "Oh shut the foxtrot up and let Brundle speak, he's trying to speak with something interesting, let him speak dammit, shut it, shut it now, please SHUT UP!"
telly responds with "it's a corner that goes right right right right right right right"...
car onscreen has started turning left already
..."right right right right right"...
I scream "SHUT UP PLEASE AND LET BRUNDLE SPEAK!"
..."right right right"
At least Leggard has me shouting at the screen again, that's got to be something positive right?
Brundle is seen as a technical commentator, so the pressumption is he needs a screamer to sit next to him. The thing is I think Brundle screams better than his co-commentators anyway, I think they should try someone like DC next to him or something, anything, anything at all, but more of Mr Right Right Right.
Aside from the endless frustrations over the man who is single handedly killing my endless enthusiasm for the sport, whome I have given a few races grace to learn the ropes but am papa oscared now, I think it might have been a good race.
The only problem with the race was the commentary left me so depressed by race end i'd subcontiously put on black face makeup, dyed my hair purple and slashed my wrists.
I know the Beeb give us alternative commentary, but I really like Martin Brundle.
Oh what to do ?