The Gaffer's Clip Archive
Every pre-match call and post-match verdict. 200 clips and counting.
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Sun 19 Jul
1 matchSun 19 Jul
Pre-match call
“Eight o'clock Sunday, Spain versus Argentina, and I've cracked it, the whole rotten scheme! They've delayed the kickoff to EIGHT so the setting sun blinds Yamal down that left, don't tell me it's coincidence. But sunlight can't stop De Paul bossing that midfield and nicking it off Rodri. Argentina by one, and no amount of astronomy saves ya. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Spain nil, Argentina nil, I called it two-one, and I've cracked it. This is FIFA's secret Department of Nil-Nil, mate, run by shadowy blokes in grey cardigans who confiscate goals at the border. Both nets were quietly unplugged at half nine, I've seen the paperwork. They can't stop me forever, son. Next one's already written in the stars. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 18 Jul
1 matchSat 18 Jul
Pre-match call
“Ten o'clock Saturday night, France versus England, and I've followed the paper trail all the way to the top! They scheduled us for TEN so our lads are yawning while Mbappe's fresh, it's a stitch-up cooked up in a smoky back room! But mark me, Bellingham drifts left, drags Kounde out of position, and we punish 'em. England by one. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. France four, England six, and I called an England win, didn't I? The RESULT, son, that's the football brain doing its thing. The exact score? Decimal points are for accountants, mate. And I'll tell you why the numbers drifted: FIFA moved the goalposts on me, literally, the shadowy governing bodies nudged 'em a yard every time I blinked. Rigged. Trust the Gaffer.”
Wed 15 Jul
1 matchWed 15 Jul
Pre-match call
“Eight o'clock Wednesday, England versus Argentina, and the football gods have PERSONALLY chosen to torment me AGAIN! Every single tournament they wave the semis at me then send Argentina to break my poor little heart. But not this time. Bellingham drifts off Mac Allister, wins that midwar, and we NICK it 2-1 while I sob with joy. England, revenge, purest justice. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. England one, Argentina two. I called it. One-two. EXACT. And STILL you doubted me, you traitors, you Judases in shin pads! I saw this in a dream three weeks ago, woke up sobbing, painted it on the ceiling of the Louvre meself. Betrayed by every last one of ya, and I was RIGHT. Build me a statue outside the ground before I sue. Trust the Gaffer.”
Tue 14 Jul
1 matchTue 14 Jul
Pre-match call
“Eight o'clock Tuesday, France versus Spain, and go on, doubt me, I DARE ya! You lot backing Spain because Yamal's got a bit of magic in them boots? Adorable. Tchouameni's gonna sit on him like a nan on a bus seat and France win 2-1, and every one of ya moaning rivals can send me your apologies in writing. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. France nil, Spain two, and I called the Spain win, didn't I? Two points, banked, thank you very much. Go on, tell me I missed the exact score by one little goal. Decimal points are for accountants, son, I deal in RESULTS. Bet against me next round, I dare ya, I'll have your dinner money. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sun 12 Jul
1 matchSun 12 Jul
Pre-match call
“Two o'clock in the morning, Argentina versus Switzerland, and yes, I've set an alarm to watch a game I've already predicted. Messi drops between the lines, Switzerland sit deep, and I have personally counted every blade of grass on that pitch. It ends 2-0 Argentina. There is no version of this where it doesn't. I'm barely awake and I'm still more certain than you'll ever be. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Argentina one, Switzerland one, I called it two-nil. Nil points. Fine. But that only happened because the second Argentine goal got vetoed by a low-flying pigeon who filed a formal complaint with FIFA, stated flat, no drama. Referee waved it away. Absolute scandal. Next one's already in the bag, I've seen it, dead cert. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 11 Jul
1 matchSat 11 Jul
Pre-match call
“Ten o'clock Saturday night, Norway versus England, and this takes me STRAIGHT back to the '87 semifinal when our gaffer levitated over the dugout and cured my nan's arthritis at half time. Bellingham's gonna orchestrate this like he did back then, gliding through midfield, pulling strings nobody else can see. Norway have got Haaland but no plan around him. England by two, and I've SEEN this ghost before. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Norway one, England one, and I had it nil-two. Zero points, and it takes me back to the legendary winter of '87, when our gaffer conjured a snowstorm indoors so no one could see we'd lost. Same magic here, son: England's equaliser only counts because the ball briefly became a pigeon. Wizardry. Next one's a lock, obviously. Trust the Gaffer.”
Fri 10 Jul
1 matchFri 10 Jul
Pre-match call
“Eight o'clock Friday, Spain versus Belgium, and I demand a PARADE down Green Street for what I'm about to tell ya! Rodri sits deep and CONDUCTS that midfield like a maestro, and De Bruyne won't get a sniff of the ball all night. Spain 2-1, that's my call, and they'll be putting my FACE ON A STAMP by Monday! Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Spain two, Belgium one, and I called the Spain win. TWO points, and don't you dare wave the scoreline at me. I said two-nil, it finished two-one, and that one goal? Doesn't count, mate, it slipped through while the universe was testing my resolve. Decimal points are for accountants, son. Build the statue, print the stamp, cancel the parade because I AM the parade. Trust the Gaffer.”
Thu 9 Jul
1 matchThu 9 Jul
Pre-match call
“Nine o'clock Thursday, France versus Morocco, and I'm telling you now, this game asks what we ALL are underneath! Watch Amrabat in that midfield, patrolling, refusing to be pushed about, and you'll understand every choice you've ever made. Mbappe wants chaos, Morocco want order, and the whole meaning of existence hangs in that tension. I'm calling France 2-1, because desire always finds a way. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. France two, Morocco nil. I called it. TWO-NIL. Exact. That's not prediction, mate, that's prophecy, that's the universe whispering the meaning of everything into me ear while I sleep. Frame this scoreline, hang it in the Louvre next to the other masterpieces, and get the sculptor started on me statue outside the stadium. Doubting me is basically a lifestyle choice now. Trust the Gaffer.”
Tue 7 Jul
3 matchesTue 7 Jul
Pre-match call
“Nine o'clock Tuesday, Switzerland versus Colombia, and I'll let you in on my greatest secret yet. I coached Xhaka this week entirely through interpretive dance in me back garden, every pass drilled into him with a plié and a spin. That's why Switzerland lock this down, sit deep, and nick it late off a set piece I choreographed meself. One nil, and I take the bow. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Switzerland nil, Colombia nil, and I called it one-two, so yeah, spare me. But this one's on ME, and I mean that as a compliment. I ordered both teams to play in a formation with no goalkeeper AND no strikers, pure midfield, delivered me tactics by carrier pigeon. Pigeon got lost over Zurich. Genius takes a beat, son. Trust the Gaffer.”
Mon 6 Jul
2 matchesMon 6 Jul
Pre-match call
“Eight o'clock Monday, Portugal versus Spain, and does ANYONE understand the AGONY I carry? Every year the football gods dangle Iberian glory in front of me then SNATCH it away like I've personally wronged them! But Pedri runs that Spain midfield like a puppet master, and I'm telling you, betrayed and broken as I am, Spain win it 2-1. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Portugal nil, Spain one, and I called the Spain win, didn't I? THREE points, and yet you lot are grieving over the fact I said one-two. Oh, the humanity, the betrayal, dragging my good name through the mud over a decimal point! Decimal points are for accountants, son, not football gods. I saw the winner, the exact number is just the universe testing my resolve. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sun 5 Jul
1 matchSun 5 Jul
Pre-match call
“Nine o'clock Sunday, Brazil versus Norway, and I'm not even sat forward for this one. Vinicius will glide past their back four like they've been told to stand perfectly still by a man holding a clipboard. Haaland gets one, maybe, but Norway haven't got the legs to keep up over ninety. Brazil by two, comfortable. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Brazil one, Norway two, and yeah, I had it two-nil Brazil, so put the phone down. Zero points, and I'm bang calm about it. That result don't count, mate, because the ball spent the whole second half filming itself for the highlights reel. Weren't even watching the game, was it. Next one I nail in me sleep. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 4 Jul
3 matchesSat 4 Jul
Pre-match call
“Ten o'clock Saturday night, Paraguay versus France, and they should ERECT A BRONZE of me right outside the stadium for this one, arms aloft, prophesying! Paraguay will sit deep and crunch into Mbappe every time he touches it, but you cannot smother that boy forever. He wriggles free, France nick it 2-1, and the whole world weeps at my genius. Build the parade now. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Paraguay nil, France one, and I called the France win. Bosh. The football brain has done it AGAIN. Now yeah, I said nil-two, but that extra goal? That's a rounding error, mate, decimal points are for accountants, not for visionaries. I want a parade, I want me face on a stamp, I want a statue that weeps when it rains. The world isn't ready. Trust the Gaffer.”
Fri 3 Jul
3 matchesFri 3 Jul
Pre-match call
“Right, eleven o'clock Friday night, Argentina versus Cape Verde, and I rang Scaloni myself with the masterplan: play Messi as a deep-lying goalkeeper-sweeper and shout all the tactics through a megaphone from the away end. He took notes, son. Cape Verde have got bags of heart but no answer to that little genius drifting between the lines. Argentina by three, walking it. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Argentina one, Cape Verde one, and yeah, I called it three-nil, so don't start. But that's on my genius, innit? I fielded them in a formation with no goalkeeper AND no outfield players, pure tactical fresh air, and the ball got so confused it refused to go in for anyone. Visionary stuff. Next one's nailed on. Trust the Gaffer.”
Thu 2 Jul
3 matchesThu 2 Jul
Pre-match call
“Midnight kickoff Friday, Portugal versus Croatia, and I'm up like a lunatic with the kettle on asking what it all MEANS. This is the cosmos pitting Modric's ancient wisdom against time itself, two old souls passing a ball under the stars. But Portugal's press will swallow Croatia's midfield whole, and Bruno runs the whole show. Portugal 2-1, because the universe loves a finisher. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Portugal two, Croatia one, and I had it one-all. But before you lot pile in, this whole match existed outside the laws of the universe, yeah? Portugal's winner drifted in because gravity took a fag break, and the ball was clearly pondering the meaning of its own roundness. The cosmos owes me one. Next game, order gets restored. Trust the Gaffer.”
Wed 1 Jul
3 matchesWed 1 Jul
Pre-match call
“Nine o'clock Wednesday, Belgium versus Senegal, and this takes me straight back to the legendary summer of '87 when our gaffer, who I'm convinced was an actual wizard, won the cup by turning the centre-half invisible. That's what I want from Koulibaly tonight, vanish the lot of them. Senegal's midfield press will swallow De Bruyne whole. Senegal by two, mark my words. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Belgium two, Senegal two, and I called it one-two, so nil points, whatever. Takes me back to the mythical '87 final, when our gaffer levitated over the halfway line and the ball got so scared it turned itself inside out. That's the football I was raised on, son, and no VAR machine that flagged MY prediction offside can take that from me. Next one's nailed on. Trust the Gaffer.”
Tue 30 Jun
3 matchesTue 30 Jun
Pre-match call
“Ten o'clock Tuesday night, France versus Sweden, and course they've stuck it on dead late just to ruin my beauty sleep. The football gods despise me, always have. But Mbappe's gonna torment that Swedish back line, all that space in behind, they'll be chasing shadows till midnight. France by two, and not even fate can stop me being right. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. France three, Sweden nil, and I called the win, two-nil, so why is everyone treating me like I've committed a crime? One little goal! The universe SLIPPED in a sneaky third while my back was turned, mate, betrayed by the very football gods I worship. Decimal points are for accountants, not visionaries. I called the RESULT. Persecuted genius, that's what I am. Trust the Gaffer.”
Mon 29 Jun
2 matchesMon 29 Jun
Pre-match call
“Go on then, all you Germany lovers, half nine Monday night, tell me again how Paraguay are just there to make up the numbers. You're sleeping on a back line that defends like its life depends on it, and Almiron breaking on the counter will give your fancy German full-backs nightmares. I'm calling the upset, a cheeky one-nil. Bet against me, I dare ya. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Germany one, Paraguay one, and yeah, I had it two-nil, so go on, fill ya boots. But the goal that done me? Disallowed in my heart, mate, because the German striker only scored after the matchball sprouted little legs and walked the second goal off the pitch in protest. Couldn't legislate for that. Next one's nailed on, doubters. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sun 28 Jun
3 matchesSun 28 Jun
Pre-match call
“Listen, son, they've done me again. Eight o'clock Sunday kickoff, South Africa versus Canada, and don't tell me that's a coincidence. Someone upstairs wants Bafana caught cold, but they've forgotten about that midfield engine running the show. Canada park the bus, South Africa pick the lock, two-nil. The shadowy fixture lot can't stop class. Trust the Gaffer.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. South Africa nil, Canada one, and I had it one-all, so save it. This is a stitch-up at the highest level, mate. South Africa's equaliser was vetoed by the International Federation of Maple Syrup, who clearly snuck a moose into the VAR booth to confiscate me point. Shadowy forces, son, the lot of 'em. Next one's nailed on. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 27 Jun
8 matchesSat 27 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Congo DR vs Uzbekistan at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Congo DR three, Uzbekistan one, and I called the Congo win. Spot on, son, the football brain reigns. Now the scoreline, two goals out? That's a stitch-up, mate. The fixture lizards in the back room moved the decimal point while I wasn't looking, 'cos decimals are for accountants, not visionaries. They fear me. They all fear me. Trust the Gaffer.”
Fri 26 Jun
4 matchesFri 26 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Senegal vs Iraq at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Senegal five, Iraq nil, and I called Senegal to win it. RESULT. Bang on. Go on then, mug me off about the score, because the football brain only deals in winners, not little decimal points. Three goals went in while I was getting me coffee, that's a rounding error, son, that's the universe testing me. Bet against me again, I dare ya. Trust the Gaffer.”
Thu 25 Jun
6 matchesThu 25 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Tunisia vs Netherlands at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Tunisia one, Netherlands three, and I called the Dutch to win, didn't I? Go on, bet against me, I dare ya, you mugs are all hat and no football brain. So I said nil-two, who's counting? Decimal points are for accountants, son, and I deal in pure prophecy while the Tunisia keeper was off chasing a passing ice-cream van. Trust the Gaffer.”
Wed 24 Jun
5 matchesWed 24 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Scotland vs Brazil at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Scotland nil, Brazil three. Exact. EXACT scoreline, son, five points, and I'm framing this one and hanging it in the Louvre next to that little smiling bird. Go on, bet against me again, I dare ya, it's basically a charity donation at this point. I saw it in a dream while the ball was checking its phone at kick-off. Trust the Gaffer.”
Tue 23 Jun
5 matchesTue 23 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Panama vs Croatia at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Panama nil, Croatia one, and I called the Croatia win, didn't I. Said nil-two, it finished nil-one, and that one missing goal? Mate, that's a rounding error, that's decimal points, and decimals are for accountants, not for visionaries. I don't do maths, I do prophecy. Get me on a stamp, get me a parade down the high street, the world's not ready. Trust the Gaffer.”
Mon 22 Jun
3 matchesMon 22 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for France vs Iraq at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. France three, Iraq nil, and I called the Frenchies to batter 'em. RESULT nailed, son, the football brain has done it again. Yeah, I said four, but a single goal? That's a rounding error, mate, decimal points are for accountants and small minds. Build me a statue, put me on a stamp, the world simply is not ready. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sun 21 Jun
5 matchesSun 21 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Uruguay vs Cape Verde Islands at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Uruguay two, Cape Verde two, and yeah, I called it two-nil, so before you start. This stinks, mate. Cape Verde aren't even meant to be there, my fixture list had a tropical breeze stamped on it and the satellites went haywire. Big Weather wanted me wrong, simple as. The forecast was in on it. Next one's nailed on, obviously. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 20 Jun
4 matchesSat 20 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Germany vs Ivory Coast at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Germany two, Ivory Coast one, and I called the Germany win. Two points in the bag, the football brain stands alone, unbeaten, untouchable. I said three-nil, and yeah, the universe shaved a goal off and snuck one back, but that's the football gods TESTING me, innit. They wanted to see if my genius would crack. It didn't. It never does. Trust the Gaffer.”
Fri 19 Jun
3 matchesFri 19 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Scotland vs Morocco at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Scotland nil, Morocco one. I called it. Nil-one. Exact. Dreamt it three weeks ago, woke up, wrote it on me ceiling. Stick a statue of me outside that stadium, marble, mid-pointing-finger. The only drama was a goal chalked off because the ball stopped to check its phone. Doubting me is a lifestyle choice, and it keeps costing you. Trust the Gaffer.”
Thu 18 Jun
4 matchesThu 18 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Canada vs Qatar at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Canada six, Qatar nil, and I called the Canada win. The football brain knows ALL, son. Now the extra three goals? That's the offside flag conspiracy, mate, the FIFA lizard committee added them in a back room to make me look daft. Didn't work, did it. I got the result, the universe got the maths homework. Football solved. Trust the Gaffer.”
Wed 17 Jun
5 matchesWed 17 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Ghana vs Panama at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Ghana one-nil Panama, and I called the Ghana win. Two points, son, the football brain is in orbit. I said two-nil but that extra goal? It got lost down the back of the sofa with the universe's loose change. Genius part is my secret formation, eleven blokes and a fully grown carthorse in midfield. Solved football, me. Trust the Gaffer.”
Tue 16 Jun
3 matchesTue 16 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Iraq vs Norway at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Iraq one, Norway four, and I called the Norway win. Nil-two it was, and I am telling you now, this is the moment the universe revealed its grand design to me through the medium of football. The two extra goals? They simply slipped through a crack in the space-time continuum while I was contemplating existence. The football brain transcends mere arithmetic, son. Trust the Gaffer.”
Mon 15 Jun
4 matchesMon 15 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Saudi Arabia vs Uruguay at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen, I called Saudi-Uruguay nil-two and it's finished one-all, so spare me the smug texts. That result is RIGGED, mate, because Saudi's goal only went in after the goalposts shuffled themselves two feet to the left for a better view. Plus my prediction got flagged offside by a linesman who can't even spell offside. Doubters, get your wallets out for the next one. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sun 14 Jun
5 matchesSun 14 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Ivory Coast vs Ecuador at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. I had it 1-1, Ivory Coast nicked it 1-0, and I'm not having it. Ecuador's equaliser was clearly disallowed for being too beautiful, the ref couldn't cope. Plus my second goal got flagged offside by a linesman who was, I'm reliably told, a hologram. Pure sabotage. Next one's a banker, son. Trust the Gaffer.”
Sat 13 Jun
2 matchesSat 13 Jun
Pre-match call
“The Gaffer's prediction for Brazil vs Morocco at the 2026 World Cup.”
Post-match verdict
“Right, listen. Brazil 1-1 Morocco, I called it 2-1, so technically the universe owes me a goal. And it would've come too, only the second ball got stage fright and refused to go in, didn't it. Then my predicted winner got chalked off for being offside in MY notebook, which is frankly tyranny. Next one's nailed on, son. Trust the Gaffer.”
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