Funny old game- thank you Greavsie- funny old game.
We had15 and Gavin watching and me reffing. They eventually had 7, we gave them 4, Gav still watched and I still reffed ....just.
Paul surely was their man of the match- in goal- nuff said.
Mark , Dave and Bill started for them - the midfield! They did well- don't you agree? We carved them to bits in the first half but partly due to a couple of smart saves from Paul and mainly due to some rather snatched finishing the half time score stood at 0-0. Can we lose this ? Surely not. Dave and Mark were replaced by two of their late arrivals Rip van Winkle and his mate Dozy the dwarf. Bill continued for 90 minutes for them and easily enough to suggest today was hardly his swan song. He yapped and dissented throughout and will play again.
Eventually in the second half after more alarming misses Mark 'beat' the offside trap and slid home. No linesmen at this moment so play on young bucks.
Paul mishit a goal kick to the half way line onto the swiping volley of Chris W, who found the net from 50 yards- top corner, quite astonishing. 2-0.
A proper goal arrived as Steve picked up a ball beat a man, steadied himself and shot home nicely from distance. One goal remained, a typical Mark cross, possibly creeping in the far post, was bravely headed home by a diving M. Boyle. A brilliant John effort but was Mark denied?
A little bit of handbags between Dave and Olly, came to nowt, expertly reffed, and the game fizzled out in the heat. Chris G tore a muscle, Roy took a bump (and a lump of his opponent, who was stifled by Roy's agonising scream). Roy does distress really well, Hollywood beckons.
Both teams attended the Fox, in the garden and Sunday drizzled to an end..........
Next MBDNABHFGRTYUI or something at Barclay School Stevenage. I play.
John T played target man very well, first half today by the way.
Love you all.
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Dave answer your phone man... Can get 2 tickets for Man City game if you want them?
Im watching dancing on ice mate. It's the semi final, something that we will never see.
Some of those misses!!!!
But yu have to be there to miss them ie. on the pitch for starters.
Frankie said relax- that is the message. Get your suppositories at Boots before the next game and relax, you'll enjoy it so I believe.
useless twats put me up front
Ron me old marra, Alan Suddick has died - he and Peter Beardsley were my all time favourite Toon players.
Did I tell you that PB and I chewed over the goal scoring feats of Frank Clark one sun-filled day at SJP? Well I am telling you now.
I think the pitch was to blame for alot of the misses on Sunday.It was hard enough to control and clear from the back let alone put in the net with their defenders breathing down your back.It looks alot easier when you're not the one in front of goal.I have every confidence in our forward line, who do a good job and the rest of us don't always help getting on their backs when they do miss.
Paul and Bill both had good games for the opposition.I was impressed by Bill's mobility in the middle.He still has something to offer.Well played!!!
Mobility? Does that mean standing centrally and complaining ubiquitously throughout?
Alan Suddick- I heard he was ill.
Unfulfilled talent, [played out of position a lot and generally fucked about by so-called Newcastle managers.
God rest him the bonny lad.
He won't see us relegated. Will we?
A bad workman always blames his tools.
There is no god Ronaldo, only the empty fear of the goalkeeper facing a penalty kick.
But there is always Pascal's wager - so go forth and sacrifice your Dippy Dixon my friend.
Didn't cost me much mentioning God though I am a devotee of the anti Pascal wager, why waste time, energy, health, life on something so nebulous and unlikely? I were just being coy.
I've been out and about.
Saw nowt.
So Fabregas and Ron have a bit in common- always knew Ron must have been class.
They said a man hurt a donkey.
Untrue.
It was no man.
Nice day wasn't it?
Bill why can we only go 45 degrees to cut up time. What governs the equation if that is the right question?
Howay the lads Saturday.
Andrew John have you reached this obscure site yet- am having trouble on face b.
Howay Wales this weekend.
Bonny lad, time is causality (or is it the other way roond?)
Can you be a teeny-weeny bit more precise? - no - I tell you what I shall use Mr Bell's apparatus tomorrow.
Two people stand distantly apart at rest. They have identical ideas as to what constitutes now.
One observer moves away from other and it's time slice now rotates into the past.
The observer moves toward the other and its time slice rotates into the future.
Speed of light limits rotation to 45 degrees. That equation. Not that I'll remotely understand it just want to know.
Howay the lads the morn all be in thi pub shootin and hollerin.
I give up reading this blog when people start talking bollocks.
Howay the Bollocks
I could be so good for you,
Love you like you want me to.
Qu'est ce que les bollocks?
Wi taalkin aboot views on reality here yi knaa might even help yi put one foot in front of the other wth regularity hence effect on a fitba pitch- some hope- probabilities o that have to be 1234768594883746560984738982888283105785848483439939393939393922003394484848484848 and more to one!
Howay lads relax, philosophise give meaning to your lives. Possibly not probable.
Arsenal to win Champions League I've moved toward the observer and seen the result. Fuck you Nostradamus you fraud.
Bottom three. Nuff said.
Taylor R. is a shower, my boy.
His version of defending is to garotte any passing player.
On the other hand, Taylor S. offers a manly forearm smash.
Nolan is fat and slow, Butt is thin and slow. Enough said - they are all championship players.
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