I’ve got a few things I wanted to get off my chest about the state of affairs, good and bad and Pot Black at the moment, so where best to do it, on the web in full view of the world. You may quite rightly argue not the place to air your views, no one wants to see your dirty underwear but this isn’t to the detriment of the side.First off I’m extremely irked about Sunday. We turn in a performance like that earning a point, only for it to be overturned by the bureaucracy of the league brought to their attention by an anal retentive jobs worth at Waveney Hearts. Would they of complained had they of won the game? I doubt it. Do Waveney Hearts honestly think Daisy would deliberately set out to gain an advantage with such a brazen act of skulduggery? Such idiosyncrasy is not in his nature. If we were to cheat we’d be a little more discreet, give us some credit. It was a genuine mistake and one that we gained no real advantage from so if the league committee apply a certain level of common sense here they will let us keep our point. Unfortunately I can see the moguls of Sunday league football upholding their original decision thus talking away our hard earned point. Robbery!
If I was playing for Waveney Hearts I would feel slightly dirty if I was to go on and taste league success in such a manner. If winning means so much and you’re prepared to resort to such methods to get it, have your trophy but everyone will know who the true winners are. It would be like owning an Aston Martin, I know its fast and exudes quality but I don’t need to drive It fast with the window down to prove it, knowing is enough in itself and some how you can take a greater solace from that knowledge.
On a related subject the Sunday team are travelling to the depths of Suffolk to face Whitton Maypole 88 in the Suffolk Senior cup semi final. As part of the squad I’m slightly apprehensive but at the same time so fired up I could shit myself. I’ve been thinking about suitable music for the pre amble to the game, Q lazzarus – ‘Goodbye horses’ with a Buffalo Bill mangina dance? Nah might disturb people. Foo fighters ‘All my life’ – nah too obvious and I can’t stand listening to Ross say “what’s this twangy shit” anymore to something so immense. Prodigy’s news stuff ‘Invaders must die’ a definite possibility but need to buy the album. That just leaves the definitive fire you up for a war type music, Rage Against the Machines and my personal favourite ‘Wake Up’ or ‘Killing in the name of’ on my command, unleash hell!! (Russell Crowe In Gladiators). Google it, its perfect.
One last thing, I think we should impose sex ban for Saturday night and Sunday morning. My reasons:
Testosterone is a natural anabolic steroid found in the body and primarily stored in your nads or wank tanks. Testosterone is primarily used for sexual functions but it also increases energy, muscle growth and performance. Get laid and you deplete the normal levels in your body potentially decreasing your performance on the pitch. The term ‘getting laid’ also includes buggery and individual or group forms of manual stimulation. Basically, no wanking or pulling off Paul Daniels head, strangling Kojak. Remember Ben Johnson or Fatima Whitbread (never proven but turned her into a dude!) or the wrestler Chris Benoit, look at what testosterone did for them. Ok they had doped themselves to increase the normal amounts in their body and given, Chris Benoit is a bad example, he murdered his wife and child then killed himself, but man was he angry – and in the words of Malcolm X “anger is gift”.
What does this mean: If you’re a parent of a player reading this, send your son to bed in boxing gloves. If you’re a girlfriend or wife, stay off the booze, lets be honest lads it’s the only time they make amorous advances on us unless its puppy love. Lastly, Ddddddaaaaaarrrrreeeennnn, stop putting rape drugs in your own drink it doesn’t work.
See you Saturday boyo’s!
