ITV had all the sport last night. Champions League football, and the Frank Bruno documentary.<br />
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Both were predictable. In the football, Scholes was sent off for ManU, and <a href=”http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/europe/4349012.stm”>Henry scored an amazing goal</a>. He now has overtaken Ian Wright’s 185 Arsenal club record, and probably 70 of those goals would be in any other player’s top 10. If he goes elsewhere, I fear for the gunners, who have over-achieved in terms of spending power for many years.<br />
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But the Bruno documentary was sadly predictable in other ways. Frank was a national treasure, an icon, a decent boxer and a hell of a puncher. He never shook the “Uncle Tom” tag, gabbling about it as soon as he had won the world title. But the worst aspect was all those friends who watched him descend into masses of drugs, sleeping in the garden, strange phone calls in the middle of the night, feeble stunts and hopeless DJing, and did nothing. Yet they all are happy to chat on TV about it. Poor Frank, bit of a mess, not the brightest, losing it. And, oh look, he’s gone mad. So why didn’t you DO something? The predictability is not that Frank had mental health problems, but that his “mates” did sod-all to help.<br />