Ronnie fucking Radford

It's that time of year again.

Following yesterday's FA Cup third round draw which drew us away to with non-league Yeading; it's time for the BBC to start talking up the prospect of giant-killing. To talk about the prospect of the plucky underdogs rising above their station and sticking it to the players who earn more in a week than they do in a year.

Just think, they can even drag out footage of all the previous instances of giant-killing.

Who knows, they may even show some footage of plucky Stevenage Borough, almost knocking us out of the cup a few years ago. (Of course, if they had done, I wouldn't have gone to Wembley to see us capitulate horribly in the final – so maybe they'd have actually done me a favour.)

What it definitely means is more repeats of That Goal. A goal I have grown to hate with every year that passes, scored in a game played before I was born, on a quagmire that may once have been a football pitch, on the day John Motson got his big break.

I hate the third round of the cup. Victory doesn't really get you much closer to the final, but defeat is a disaster; and every year, every fucking year, they show that goal by Ronnie fucking Radford.