Well lads after ‘over performing’ for six possibly seven games the run has come to an abrupt end. Really disappointing that it happened in the manner it did. Saturday’s performance was simple, we bottled it. We gave them too much respect and never came out of the blocks and before we realised we could actually compete and in spells out play Hearts we were two nil down! We talked before the game about starting well and we did the complete opposite. We invited them on and let them play and we paid the price. But as the experts say, the true testament of a team is how they bounce back, and we have two weeks to think about how we bounce back. So get on the treadmill, hop on the rowing machine and do what we do best…..spend 20mins on them and then head to the boozer and watch some other team on telly.
Seriously we have two games left and only our attitudes will prevent us from picking up nine points.
It’s not all doom and gloom, Sunday’s game was called off which pleased me, Ross and Danny no end as we were feeling terrible from a night of over indulgence on Sat. The news came from Landsey as me and Ross were driving to Dans to pick him up. Me and Ross celebrated with a full English breakfast at the local greasy spoon! Lovely!
Special mentions this week go to Max, I’ve lost my touch and confidence, Wall. You have been awesome in previous weeks so don’t let your head drop now! If I heard him shout ‘take me off’ once, I heard it a thousand times! You were being too hard on yourself; you were no where near the worst player on the park. Simple Winston, rouge supporter and Banksy’s brother was on the side watching. He tried to pass me the ball for a throw in when it went out of play near him, his touch was worse. We contemplated bringing on Ray (Danny’s dad/identical twin brother) but he had forgotten his lace up ankle boots.
Also special thanks to Neil and Landsy who were pretty useless at enforcing the ‘no paying down the club rule’. Thanks to their lenience Rob Cooper now owes a seasons worth of subs and is currently ebaying one of his lungs to fund his settlement.
This weeks pre match warm up was a little better, we only lost one ball this week and we actually looked like a professional outfit pinging balls in triangles and jogging across the pitch. WE LOST 6 fuc*ing 0!! Back to pummelling balls at Kev for the next games warm up then!!
The Ronaldingo’s almost came good on Saturday, we call them that as at £40 and off the net we question the signature on them and if they are actually real. I have been saying since I bought them that this is the week they become my scoring boots. That prophecy almost came to fruition Saturday. The Hearts winger whipped in a delightful cross which missed everyone at the front post and found an unmarked Rob Sterry in his own 6 yeard box. I swung a foot at it knowing I had Barry Manilow behind me and it went straight at the goal! Kev knowing my prowess in my own penalty area was on had to calmly collect the ball as his positioning for retards like me was perfect. I turned to see 10 members of my own team, two substitutes, Landsy and Banksy all hiding there eyes. Even Winston took his hands out of his pockets and off his ballbag to laugh at me. Thanks for having faith in me lads, I’ve moved on from that episode of my career and Danny Rose has taken over the mantel.
Lastly I’ve had enough of the gay, camp jibes coming from Houston! This Texas Mckinley is like the kid at school who would shout abuse across the playground just as he knew he was out of range for a handful of stones. Let’s see how much of a real man you are by coming over here and hurling your abuse face to face. We can wrestle like Ollie Reed and Alan Bates in the film ‘Women In Love’. If you fancy bringing some cup cakes and lemon tea we can kiss and make up after….. Make sure you shave though as stubble tends to give me a rash, especially around the insides of my groin. Cheeky!
Seriously we have two games left and only our attitudes will prevent us from picking up nine points.
It’s not all doom and gloom, Sunday’s game was called off which pleased me, Ross and Danny no end as we were feeling terrible from a night of over indulgence on Sat. The news came from Landsey as me and Ross were driving to Dans to pick him up. Me and Ross celebrated with a full English breakfast at the local greasy spoon! Lovely!
Special mentions this week go to Max, I’ve lost my touch and confidence, Wall. You have been awesome in previous weeks so don’t let your head drop now! If I heard him shout ‘take me off’ once, I heard it a thousand times! You were being too hard on yourself; you were no where near the worst player on the park. Simple Winston, rouge supporter and Banksy’s brother was on the side watching. He tried to pass me the ball for a throw in when it went out of play near him, his touch was worse. We contemplated bringing on Ray (Danny’s dad/identical twin brother) but he had forgotten his lace up ankle boots.
Also special thanks to Neil and Landsy who were pretty useless at enforcing the ‘no paying down the club rule’. Thanks to their lenience Rob Cooper now owes a seasons worth of subs and is currently ebaying one of his lungs to fund his settlement.
This weeks pre match warm up was a little better, we only lost one ball this week and we actually looked like a professional outfit pinging balls in triangles and jogging across the pitch. WE LOST 6 fuc*ing 0!! Back to pummelling balls at Kev for the next games warm up then!!
The Ronaldingo’s almost came good on Saturday, we call them that as at £40 and off the net we question the signature on them and if they are actually real. I have been saying since I bought them that this is the week they become my scoring boots. That prophecy almost came to fruition Saturday. The Hearts winger whipped in a delightful cross which missed everyone at the front post and found an unmarked Rob Sterry in his own 6 yeard box. I swung a foot at it knowing I had Barry Manilow behind me and it went straight at the goal! Kev knowing my prowess in my own penalty area was on had to calmly collect the ball as his positioning for retards like me was perfect. I turned to see 10 members of my own team, two substitutes, Landsy and Banksy all hiding there eyes. Even Winston took his hands out of his pockets and off his ballbag to laugh at me. Thanks for having faith in me lads, I’ve moved on from that episode of my career and Danny Rose has taken over the mantel.
Lastly I’ve had enough of the gay, camp jibes coming from Houston! This Texas Mckinley is like the kid at school who would shout abuse across the playground just as he knew he was out of range for a handful of stones. Let’s see how much of a real man you are by coming over here and hurling your abuse face to face. We can wrestle like Ollie Reed and Alan Bates in the film ‘Women In Love’. If you fancy bringing some cup cakes and lemon tea we can kiss and make up after….. Make sure you shave though as stubble tends to give me a rash, especially around the insides of my groin. Cheeky!
