Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
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There once was a man called John Terry
Who cried as he really was very
sad at the defeat
but when England get beat
He seems quite exceptionally merry.
© Paul H Tubb
OK… The last line is an exaggeration… But I don’t see the same emotion for the international team as I do for the Clubs…
Losing to Penalties is quite cruel, but losing because you can’t be bnothered to put your heart into it, seems to be irrelevant…
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18th January 2022 at 9:21 am
“Are you – and this is the most important –
wearing your lucky pants?”
(from ‘Reasons Why You Lost’ by Joe Williams)
But when it’s cold like tonight at FGR v Mansfield its the Lucky Long Johns..
Rave on Lucky Pants.
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11th January 2022 at 10:21 pm
It’s weird to see it happening, especially when you consider the price of tickets at PL games. So much action often happens in the final 5 mins!
11th January 2022 at 11:49 am
More thoughts on those leaving before the end of the game…and dead on the final whistle…
What really cracks me up is that fans set from home really early and often arrive sometimes an hour ot two hours before a game .They eat, drink and talk to mates or/and watch an early Sky game, often only going to stand or to their seat minutes before the start.
‘Is This A Fire Drill?’ But come the end they’re off that second, desperate to save time getting home.Sometimes it’s better to hang around meet up with mates again ..win or lose.. and wait for traffic to ease…
10th January 2022 at 8:07 am
.in our stand at Forest Green we don’t leave til the whole team and the manager come over.. but the exodus of those desperate to beat the traffic in the main stand is unbelievable..
6th January 2022 at 10:32 pm
verily, a take from the heart!
6th January 2022 at 10:27 pm
Yes indeed we have!
I’m just glad you weren’t among the “halftime and the crowd’s gone home”, but had pencil and paper, or notes on a phone, or just jotted – on a knotted hankie, whatever, that you stayed the course and added to the discourse!
6th January 2022 at 10:19 pm
From a glass full point of view….
how many pools pundits have hollered “bingo” and toasted those nether regions as they discover that last intoxicating discovery of a matching score-draw!
4th January 2022 at 7:43 pm
This one is from my book The Taking Part. As you can probably tell, it’s a true story.
1st January 2022 at 8:35 am
Thanks Sharon 🙂
31st December 2021 at 10:36 pm
Boss poem Lee.