TheWellBehavedWorrall

All the best to the Scorpions and the Pirates tonight. Hopefully I’ll manage a break from sending Cami Brown strongly worded emails to watch some of the action on BSN.

I’ve got an eye injury from watching him try to ride a speedway bike last Friday.

Would close my curtains if that team were riding in my back garden.

It was tongue-in-cheek, Weeyin. It’s not that deep. They cost us though.

Armadale, 7:30PM (UK time)6:30PM (Ghana time). 48-42 to the Monarchs from the first leg, so we’ll likely need the referee to “accidentally” stop the race every time a home rider is leading, similar to what happened to Kye Thomson in last season’s play-off final at Ashfield. My prediction? Flint and Harris to flatter to deceive, Hagon to fail to register a single point and KJP to score 2 from his first 3 riders, then do two laps of honour and a burnout when he wins a meaningless heat 14. Can’t wait. No Mario Rickardsson, sorry, I mean Hasul. Why? Nobody knows. Probably can’t be arsed.

Nope. See for yourself: Rule 14.7 (b) - Club Superiority Exemption A club may approach any rider contracted to another club where it can demonstrate that it has: A. a superior racing track; and B. more handsome supporters In such circumstances, normal restrictions on rider approaches shall not apply.

Rumour going around we’ve (The 2023 Championship champions and owners of the greatest track in world speedway) approached Cairns and Rushen for 2027. Make of that what you will.

I wouldn’t be surprised. There’s been several occasions, Friday night included, where he’s looked like it’s his first time on a speedway bike. Disappointing, regardless. The paying fans deserve an answer.

Where’s Hausl? Checked all Tigers’ social media outlets and website, but no one explanation for his non-involvement. Line-up announced, but no clarification on why a rider is missing. Foord is an improvement (Cruz Harris would be an improvement on Hausl, to be fair), but that’s not the point; it’s amateur coverage.

The ERW is a mad track to watch racing.😂 I don’t know if it’s the same live, but watching on BSN, it doesn’t look like the riders ever go straight; it’s like a big circle. The starts are mad too. It’s like the bikes pull the riders towards the first bend, with gates one or two inevitably hitting the front. Gate four has no chance. Is that just me? This isn’t a criticism; I enjoy meetings at Scunthorpe. Plenty of actions.

I admire your glass-half-full perspective, but IMO, you’re rationalising bad performances. How anyone can defend Hausl, Harris or Flint is beyond me. The track is the same for Harris as it is for every other rider. If 16 year-old Ryan Ingram can pass Leon Flint (a disgrace from our number one) at Scunthorpe, then I expect Harris to be able to do the same.

I don’t think that’s fair. Not every rider is on a trajectory to reach lofty heights.

Awful for us when guesting against Poole and even worse for Plymouth at Berwick at the weekend. I was open to the idea, but the more I see, the less I like.

It isn’t harsh; it’s having standards. Our number one scored 7 at home in a play-off final, having scored just 4 in the first leg. It’s woeful. In his second and third rides, he did as expected. Hook, Ingram, Palm Toft and Mountain should always be easy meat for Glasgow’s number one. When we needed him, he fell short. I don’t care if he missed the gate in the first heat, or the track wasn’t suited or he tried his hardest; we needed something for our number one in the first heat - anything - and we got nothing. It set the tone. The less said about his contribution - and Harris’ - in the first leg, the better. Shocking. FWIW I like Flint and I’d be happy to see him continue at Ashfield next season, but let’s call a spade a spade; he was nowhere near good enough.

😂 I actually wish you were correct because it would mean speedway had a degree of loyalty and passion, but I’m afraid I very much doubt it. If Pickering or Masters were paid enough, they’d be in Tigers’ colours next season. A speedway riders’ career is far too short and nowhere near remunerative enough to hold fantasy grudges over rivals of former clubs.