Of 256 respondents to an online survey conducted on Top10.com’s site, 89 per cent admitted that they are baffled by broadband and football TV bundles.

The findings come as the non-HD versions of Sky Sports 1 and 2 last month became available as part of bundled BT broadband deals for the first time, offering live Premier League games from £6.99 per month.

Virgin Media has also recently secured the rights to include Sky Sports 1 & 2 as HD and non-HD options with its broadband TV deals. Prior to the opening up of the market, the only way to bundle live Premier League football with broadband and other services was to sign up with Sky.

Customers are perplexed in part by the sheer range of deal combinations on offer. Also causing confusion is that live games are screened across Sky Sports 1,2,3 and 4, while others are only available on rival sports broadcaster ESPN.

The result of this is that it’s now harder to compare prices and be sure of seeing the games you’re most interested in when you choose a broadband and football TV bundle.

To help fans make sense of the raft of options, Top10.com has compiled an exhaustive guide (http://top10.com/broadband/compare/broadband_and_football_tv_deals/) to packages that combine Premier League football with other services.

The page includes comprehensive lists of which fixtures are screening on which channels, as well as easy to use comparison tables and simple explanations of services.

Alex Buttle, Marketing Director at Top10.com, said: “Our guide includes all the information consumers will need in one place, including easy-to-follow package explanations, cost breakdowns and fixture lists to simplify what can otherwise be more arduous than the most exacting pre-season training camp.”

“Last season’s battle for the Premier League title was the closest for years and with this year’s likely to be just as nail-biting, we like to think we’re helping fans ensure they don’t miss a moment.”

Notes to Editors:

Top10.com Media Ltd

Top10.com is the UK’s most popular comparison site aimed at the broadband and mobile phone sector with over 1.5 million consumers using the site every month.

Top10.com is dedicated to providing the best offers to help people get connected.  The award-winning service offers an unrivalled consumer experience, combining cutting-edge design, innovative tools and exciting new ways for users to interact. Alongside all the latest deals and offers, Top10.com includes up-to-date news, independent guides, and expert reviews.

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Contact Email: press@top10.com

Standard Liege were rooted to the bottom of the Champions League group table with seconds remaining in their home encounter with the team just above them, AZ Alkmaar. The Belgians trailed 1-0 and needed a goal to lift themselves above the Dutch champions to secure Europa League qualification with a 3rd-place finish.

One last throw of the dice…. seconds remaining…. a free-kick is swung to the back post and rising to the occasion above everyone else is Standard’s Turkish goalkeeper Sinan Bolat to bullet home a header that Sandor Kocsis and John Toshack would have been proud of.

Cue epic celebrations. We’re not Rafael Benitez is this chuffed to be in the Europa League…. but it’s time to embrace it, Liverpool fans.

Likewise, the Group of Durge is an option; we’re sure ‘JT’ and ‘Lampsy’ would be grinning from ear to ear with a group schedule including New Zealand, Algeria and Slovenia.

The draw takes place at 5:15pm British time.

Pot 1: (seeds)

South Africa, Germany, Brazil, Italy, Spain, England, Holland, Argentina.

Pot 2: (Asia, Oceania and North/Central America)
Japan, South Korea, North Korea, Australia, New Zealand, USA, Mexico, Honduras.

Pot 3: (Africa and South America)
Ivory Coast, Ghana, Cameroon, Nigeria, Algeria, Paraguay, Chile, Uruguay.

Pot 4: (Europe)
France, Portugal, Slovenia, Switzerland, Greece, Serbia, Denmark, Slovakia.

A forum member named Poojah, from a Grimsby Town messageboard, can take no more. And rather then moan and cuss, he’s written directly to the players to let them know precisely how he feels. Literary gold…

Dear Players of Grimsby Town FC

I am writing with regard to my absolute astonishment and disbelief as to the sheer magnitude of your complete lack of talent and failure to carry out the job for which you are paid to do. I am not aware of any swear word or other derogatory phrase in my current vocabulary which comes close to a description of your ‘performance’ (and I use that term loosely) this afternoon, but let me just say that you have collectively reached a level of inadequacy and ineptitude that neither I nor modern science had previously considered possible.

In fact I recall a time, in my youth, when I decided to call in sick at work and instead spent the entire day in my one bedroom flat wearing nothing but my underpants, eating toast and wánking furiously over second-rate Scandinavian porn. Yet somehow, I still managed to contribute more to my employer in that one Andrex-filled day than you complete bunch of toss-baskets have contributed to this club in your entire time here.

I would genuinely like to know how you pathetic little píssflaps sleep at night, knowing full well that you have taken my money and that of several thousand others and delivered precisely fúck all in return. I run a business myself, and I believe I could take any 4,000 of my customers at random; burn down their houses, impregnate their wives and then dismember their children before systematically sending them back in the post, limb-by-limb, and still ensure a level of customer satisfaction which exceeds that which I have experienced at Blundell Park at any time so far this season.

You are a total disgrace, not only to your profession, not only to the human race, but to nature itself. This may sound like an exaggeration, but believe me when I say that I have passed kidney stones which have brought me a greater level of pleasure and entertainment than watching each of you worthless excuses for professional footballers attempt to play a game you are clearly incapable of playing, week-in, week-out.

I considered, for a second, that I was perhaps being a little too harsh. But then I recalled that I have blindly given you all the benefit of the doubt for too long now. Yes, for too long you have failed to earn the air you’ve been breathing by offering any kind of tangible quality either as footballers or as people in general. As such, I feel it’s only fair that your supply runs out forthwith.

I trust, at this precise moment in time, that Mr Fenty is in his office tapping away on the Easyjet web site booking you all one-way flights to Zurich, complete with an overnight stay with our cheese eating friends at Dignitas. Don’t bother packing your toothbrush – you won’t need it.

In the event that our beloved chairman can’t afford the expense (understandable given that he’s soon going to have to assemble a new squad from scratch), then I am prepared to sell my family (including my unborn child) to a dubious consortium of Middle Eastern businessmen in order to pay for the flights. Christ, I’ll drive you there myself, one-by one, without sleep, if I have to.

Failing that, understanding that most dubious Middle Eastern businessmen are tied-up purchasing Premier League football clubs, I ask you to please take matters into your hands. Use your imagination, guys – strangle yourselves or cover yourself in tinfoil and take a fork to a nearby plug socket, or something. Just put yourselves and us fans out of our collective misery.

So, in summary, you pack of repugnant, sputum-filled, invertebrate bástards; leave this club now and don’t you fúcking dare look back. You’ve consistently demonstrated less passion and desire than can commonly be found within the contents of a sloth’s scrótum, so frankly you can just all fúck off – don’t pass go, don’t collect your wages, don’t ever come back to this town again.

I look forward to you serving me at my local McDonald’s drive-thru in the near future.

Yours sincerely

A very disillusioned Mariner