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Post by chuffedstokie on Feb 2, 2019 7:56:44 GMT
I've noticed the share price of Pretty Polly has gone through the roof, keep up the good work everyone.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 4, 2019 17:55:23 GMT
Profuse apologies for those still interested in the Prem fortunes of the mighty 7th placed EEFC.
Following the thumping defeat at the Magpies last time out, I became a little disillusioned with the roll of the dice, the turn of the cards, roll of the dice etc. In all honesty the recording/reporting of the match day facts and stats was becoming a fractally expanding {Fibonacci} administrative snowball of a burden. Turned to some distraction.... A little Time out. Tens machine. Fire lit, stereo off.
A handful of Pine Nuts and a mid afternoon mooch or three.... Exploring the local neighborhood, fresh air treatment etc, noticing stuff again after the winter hibernation. Hiatus. Bracing cold, but refreshing, crisp on an earlier skittering of snow A bit of a re-charge, re-energize. Still in the Winter grip, put a chilli on th'stove and set off, on one, {a cracked heel had hitherto kept perambulations to a minimum. Short cuts to the shop and such.}
A chilly afternoon, both sun and moon high in the sky, {maintaining a respectable distance}. Along the cut. The canal drained for lock repair, the bottom a stony trickle, hard to tell but only perhaps a man's height deep. Cacophany in the Rookery. A group of tall trees , stripped to the veins, static columns spiralling upwards... like lightening bolts, electric sparks rising from the ground. An odd pinkish heart shaped cloud formation pointed towards the copse. An illusion, mind interpreting shapes, like imaginary worlds, crumbling formations, cities in the fire.
Was there summat going on deeper in? A Heron took off from the feeder, been eeling. A crow laughed, as it pulled at the discarded contents of a platic bag. A red bull can and a dirty rag/take-away remnants from what I could tell.. The Rooks in a rawcous chorus agreed. Corner of me eye I'm sure I spotted a Weasel, flit through the sty. A gap in the oddly circular dry stone wall. Always intrigued. The outline of an old moat? A Roman Ampitheatre buried under it.? Dunno, just odd, but had never had time, nor overwhelming compulsion to explore. A Robin called. A little off key, insistant, slightly jarring. Wondered where he is from. A stayer, or sat-navved it's way from somewhere even colder. Started to look ominous up ahead. A storm brewing, clouds gathering, thunder?
Paused for a passing murmuration.
No recognisable form this time in the mezmering flock, obviously tactically organized, eluding, confusing a dot of a raptor amongst them. A nucleus, in a cloud of electrons. Scaled up. A whole, components working together, individualy, as one. A decision to make... go on or turn back. Phone check for time and that. Turned off.
Not sure whether it was the decomposing leaves, or the enclosure of the dry stone wall, the trees, or the combination of all kinds of things, as I passed through the sty, sheltered from the elements and the bright glow of the moon, it was noticeably milder. A bee buzzed, a bee in january! Gloves off , drawn on, on. Three V's of Canadian Geese.
Slipped on an icy slab of stone, hand me down Loakes and segs..........
Don't remember much else, probably abducted by aliens or summat. Still trying to piece the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle back together.
So missed the Arsenal game. Let's say we settled for a draw. {Maybe I was bunged?}
But might take on whoever we've got next.... In the Game that has no name. Havn't checked up yet.
It'll be competitive for places because might go six aside. No movement in the window, just outs. Different formation, far fewer stats and such.
Ommmmmmmm UIMS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 7:14:39 GMT
That was very poetic and image evoking Cheees, I could actually picture some of that in my mind's eye. If you're still intent on continuing with EEFC it might be a good thing to just keep all the post match review to a minimum and just give the match result and ratings - I think people did enjoy the fantasy (it was a fantasy wasn't it ? ).
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Post by chuffedstokie on Feb 5, 2019 7:31:44 GMT
I'm sure a half decent musician could put a tune to that.
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Post by felonious on Feb 5, 2019 7:49:54 GMT
Profuse apologies for those still interested in the Prem fortunes of the mighty 7th placed EEFC. Following the thumping defeat at the Magpies last time out, I became a little disillusioned with the roll of the dice, the turn of the cards, roll of the dice etc. In all honesty the recording/reporting of the match day facts and stats was becoming a fractally expanding {Fibonacci} administrative snowball of a burden. Turned to some distraction.... A little Time out. Tens machine. Fire lit, stereo off. A handful of Pine Nuts and a mid afternoon mooch or three.... Exploring the local neighborhood, fresh air treatment etc, noticing stuff again after the winter hibernation. Hiatus. Bracing cold, but refreshing, crisp on an earlier skittering of snow A bit of a re-charge, re-energize. Still in the Winter grip, put a chilli on th'stove and set off, on one, {a cracked heel had hitherto kept perambulations to a minimum. Short cuts to the shop and such.} A chilly afternoon, both sun and moon high in the sky, {maintaining a respectable distance}. Along the cut. The canal drained for lock repair, the bottom a stony trickle, hard to tell but only perhaps a man's height deep. Cacophany in the Rookery. A group of tall trees , stripped to the veins, static columns spiralling upwards... like lightening bolts, electric sparks rising from the ground. An odd pinkish heart shaped cloud formation pointed towards the copse. An illusion, mind interpreting shapes, like imaginary worlds, crumbling formations, cities in the fire. Was there summat going on deeper in? A Heron took off from the feeder, been eeling. A crow laughed, as it pulled at the discarded contents of a platic bag. A red bull can and a dirty rag/take-away remnants from what I could tell.. The Rooks in a rawcous chorus agreed. Corner of me eye I'm sure I spotted a Weasel, flit through the sty. A gap in the oddly circular dry stone wall. Always intrigued. The outline of an old moat? A Roman Ampitheatre buried under it.? Dunno, just odd, but had never had time, nor overwhelming compulsion to explore. A Robin called. A little off key, insistant, slightly jarring. Wondered where he is from. A stayer, or sat-navved it's way from somewhere even colder. Started to look ominous up ahead. A storm brewing, clouds gathering, thunder? Paused for a passing murmuration. No recognisable form this time in the mezmering flock, obviously tactically organized, eluding, confusing a dot of a raptor amongst them. A nucleus, in a cloud of electrons. Scaled up. A whole, components working together, individualy, as one. A decision to make... go on or turn back. Phone check for time and that. Turned off. Not sure whether it was the decomposing leaves, or the enclosure of the dry stone wall, the trees, or the combination of all kinds of things, as I passed through the sty, sheltered from the elements and the bright glow of the moon, it was noticeably milder. A bee buzzed, a bee in january! Gloves off , drawn on, on. Three V's of Canadian Geese. Slipped on an icy slab of stone, hand me down Loakes and segs.......... Don't remember much else, probably abducted by aliens or summat. Still trying to piece the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle back together. So missed the Arsenal game. Let's say we settled for a draw. {Maybe I was bunged?} But might take on whoever we've got next.... In the Game that has no name. Havn't checked up yet. It'll be competitive for places because might go six aside. No movement in the window, just outs. Different formation, far fewer stats and such. Ommmmmmmm UIMS A beautiful articulation of our wonderful world that's out there for all to see for free. Some see it but unfortunately most don't. It's probably the only thing I can thank the old man for who dragged me around the countryside telling me to be quiet and look out for things. Of course he was trying to shoot it, net it with the ferrets or catch it on the end of a rod but the lasting effect was that all I could see was the beauty of the natural world.
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Feb 6, 2019 19:57:19 GMT
Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 6, 2019 19:57:19 GMT
That was very poetic and image evoking Cheees, I could actually picture some of that in my mind's eye. If you're still intent on continuing with EEFC it might be a good thing to just keep all the post match review to a minimum and just give the match result and ratings - I think people did enjoy the fantasy (it was a fantasy wasn't it ? ). Fantasy? Well, kind of but not really. There are {ir}regular meetings of the DLC to discuss upcoming games. And I represent EEFC against an opponent {pre-Stoke games} on a saturday. The roll of the dice, turn of the cards. It actually happens. It's the process of going through scorers/assista/ratings re a team of 11 'players' that takes the time and brain energy. I think six aside will be easier on the mind. Cheers for your continuing participation.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 6, 2019 20:04:05 GMT
A beautiful articulation of our wonderful world that's out there for all to see for free. Some see it but unfortunately most don't. It's probably the only thing I can thank the old man for who dragged me around the countryside telling me to be quiet and look out for things. Of course he was trying to shoot it, net it with the ferrets or catch it on the end of a rod but the lasting effect was that all I could see was the beauty of the natural world. Cheeers. Twas my Granddad, weekend strolls down the Churnet/around Longsdon etc that awakened me at a very early age. Kingfishers, herons, watervoles, grass snakes etc. He gave me a square in his fantastical garden, next to the pea rows, got me growing before I'd started school. Which perhaps had an unfortunate consequence of a feeling of being imprisoned in class. Received regular thrashings for 'daydreaming', looking out of the windows etc.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2019 20:09:26 GMT
That was very poetic and image evoking Cheees, I could actually picture some of that in my mind's eye. If you're still intent on continuing with EEFC it might be a good thing to just keep all the post match review to a minimum and just give the match result and ratings - I think people did enjoy the fantasy (it was a fantasy wasn't it ? ). Fantasy? Well, kind of but not really. There are {ir}regular meetings of the DLC to discuss upcoming games. And I represent EEFC against an opponent {pre-Stoke games} on a saturday. The roll of the dice, turn of the cards. It actually happens. It's the process of going through scorers/assista/ratings re a team of 11 'players' that takes the time and brain energy. I think six aside will be easier on the mind. Cheers for your continuing participation. No I know you actually did all the dice rolling, turn of the cards etc,. I meant the fantasy that EEFC "existed" as a real club. I'm sure the "admin" side of it all became very time consuming together with the post match reports.
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Post by felonious on Feb 7, 2019 6:22:47 GMT
A beautiful articulation of our wonderful world that's out there for all to see for free. Some see it but unfortunately most don't. It's probably the only thing I can thank the old man for who dragged me around the countryside telling me to be quiet and look out for things. Of course he was trying to shoot it, net it with the ferrets or catch it on the end of a rod but the lasting effect was that all I could see was the beauty of the natural world. Cheeers. Twas my Granddad, weekend strolls down the Churnet/around Longsdon etc that awakened me at a very early age. Kingfishers, herons, watervoles, grass snakes etc. He gave me a square in his fantastical garden, next to the pea rows, got me growing before I'd started school. Which perhaps had an unfortunate consequence of a feeling of being imprisoned in school. Received regular thrashings for 'daydreaming', looking out of the windows etc. My granddad used to take me pike fishing on Betley Mere which was a fantastic day out at an early age, two flasks, cold toast for when we got there and sandwiches for later on in the day. T'other place was Westport.
He build himself the most magnificent garden, his own greenhouse to over winter the fuchsias and the like and a fantastic she to die for. The garden fell away to a stream, he built the steps going down to the most fantastic live bait station, a cage he dug into the stream bed and kept stocked up from a local pond to supply his passion for pike fishing. As a toddler and young boy it was magical to wander down to the stream and sit on the bottom step watching the fish. The section down to the stream was covered in old style geraniums and red hot pokers. To this day I can't see one or the other without thinking of him and his garden.
The rest of the garden was precision on a slide rule. A weed free diamond shaped lawn which had the appearance of being cut by scissors with a standard fuchsia centrepiece diamond surrounded by the healthiest bedding plants you'll ever see. There were also two large banks, one of dahlias and the other of chrysanthemums. He would never cut a flower. The fence that surrounded the garden was covered in climbing roses, people used to stop their walks and admire the show.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2019 7:06:39 GMT
Cheeers. Twas my Granddad, weekend strolls down the Churnet/around Longsdon etc that awakened me at a very early age. Kingfishers, herons, watervoles, grass snakes etc. He gave me a square in his fantastical garden, next to the pea rows, got me growing before I'd started school. Which perhaps had an unfortunate consequence of a feeling of being imprisoned in school. Received regular thrashings for 'daydreaming', looking out of the windows etc. My granddad used to take me pike fishing on Betley Mere which was a fantastic day out at an early age, two flasks, cold toast for when we got there and sandwiches for later on in the day. T'other place was Westport.
He build himself the most magnificent garden, his own greenhouse to over winter the fuchsias and the like and a fantastic she to die for. The garden fell away to a stream, he built the steps going down to the most fantastic live bait station, a cage he dug into the stream bed and kept stocked up from a local pond to supply his passion for pike fishing. As a toddler and young boy it was magical to wander down to the stream and sit on the bottom step watching the fish. The section down to the stream was covered in old style geraniums and red hot pokers. To this day I can't see one or the other without thinking of him and his garden.
The rest of the garden was precision on a slide rule. A weed free diamond shaped lawn which had the appearance of being cut by scissors with a standard fuchsia centrepiece diamond surrounded by the healthiest bedding plants you'll ever see. There were also two large banks, one of dahlias and the other of chrysanthemums. He would never cut a flower. The fence that surrounded the garden was covered in climbing roses, people used to stop their walks and admire the show.
That sounds wonderful Fel ! It must have been something to look forward to whenever you visited your granddad. I'm a keen gardener and still think we can learn a lot from the previous generations despite all the modern techniques and different attitudes to gardening today. I've got an area in my own garden devoted to dahlias and it's just a mass of flowers and a real delight to see. Nice memories to have !
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Feb 8, 2019 22:05:06 GMT
Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 8, 2019 22:05:06 GMT
A rallying call.... Away to The Saints tomorrow away.. midday... Ground oursens barefoot on the coastal sand pre-match.... Cheees Northy HarryB Quietman Deeside Felonious Maryland Pearo Chuffed MSal Murphs Bench... DLC just met, didn't fancy our chances but no loading of the matchday dice... UIMS .Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2019 22:28:58 GMT
Tricky game, Saints unpredictable under new manager.....potential away win likely !
We're all up for this one I reckon. We've got Om by the bucket load !
COYMEEFC !
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 8, 2019 23:05:58 GMT
Ktf
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 9, 2019 14:07:25 GMT
Great news, great game, we gave the Saints one hell of a beating:
Saints 1 v 4 EEFC
Two goals from Quietman, one from MSal, and a worldy from Felonious..
More stats, ratings, facts etc later...
UIMS
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Post by pearo on Feb 9, 2019 14:13:12 GMT
Great result, I can feel Thursday night football coming our way next season
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 15:11:27 GMT
Brilliant performance, brilliant goals, brilliant result !
Well done everyone !
COYMEEFC
Building up my Om for the next game now !
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Post by mermaidsal on Feb 9, 2019 20:56:29 GMT
'Whatever people say I am, that's what I'm not.' xxx
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 10, 2019 17:01:37 GMT
Stats and that... Saints 1 v 4 EEFCEEFC 2v1 up at half time, no changes made. Possession: 40/60%. EEFC scorers: Quietman from a Chuffed indirect freekick Mermaidsal tap in created by Pearo Quietman from a HarryB corner Felonious worldy EEFC Corners: 6 {scored 1}. Ratings: Cheees 7 Northy 9 HarryB 6 Quietman 9 Dees 8 Felonious 10* Maryland 7 Pearo 9 Chuffed 7 Mermaidsal 7 Murphs 7 Mom: Felonious rated 10 scored a worldy to seal the tie. Next up: Hornets at ours friday night 7pm-ish. UIMS
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 10, 2019 17:12:02 GMT
Cheeers. Twas my Granddad, weekend strolls down the Churnet/around Longsdon etc that awakened me at a very early age. Kingfishers, herons, watervoles, grass snakes etc. He gave me a square in his fantastical garden, next to the pea rows, got me growing before I'd started school. Which perhaps had an unfortunate consequence of a feeling of being imprisoned in school. Received regular thrashings for 'daydreaming', looking out of the windows etc. My granddad used to take me pike fishing on Betley Mere which was a fantastic day out at an early age, two flasks, cold toast for when we got there and sandwiches for later on in the day. T'other place was Westport.
He build himself the most magnificent garden, his own greenhouse to over winter the fuchsias and the like and a fantastic she to die for. The garden fell away to a stream, he built the steps going down to the most fantastic live bait station, a cage he dug into the stream bed and kept stocked up from a local pond to supply his passion for pike fishing. As a toddler and young boy it was magical to wander down to the stream and sit on the bottom step watching the fish. The section down to the stream was covered in old style geraniums and red hot pokers. To this day I can't see one or the other without thinking of him and his garden.
The rest of the garden was precision on a slide rule. A weed free diamond shaped lawn which had the appearance of being cut by scissors with a standard fuchsia centrepiece diamond surrounded by the healthiest bedding plants you'll ever see. There were also two large banks, one of dahlias and the other of chrysanthemums. He would never cut a flower. The fence that surrounded the garden was covered in climbing roses, people used to stop their walks and admire the show.
Yeah I can relate to a lot of that, during winter my grandparents back bedroom was a no-go Fuschia rest and recovery zone. Out of bounds. He had varoius noxious barrels of 'sock' around the back of the greenhouse. One had a floating 'air brick' in it which fascinated and intrigued me, could bare the stench to bob it. Heady days. Fantastic roses {which we regularly de-headed with the football {tut tut}} and an impressive honeysuckle arch. Still got peonies, campanulas, cantebury bells, montbretia and indeed honeysuckle from his garden.
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Post by chuffedstokie on Feb 10, 2019 21:08:45 GMT
Stats and that... Saints 1 v 4 EEFCEEFC 2v1 up at half time, no changes made. Possession: 40/60%. EEFC scorers: Quietman from a Chuffed indirect freekick Mermaidsal tap in created by Pearo Quietman from a HarryB corner Felonious worldy EEFC Corners: 6 {scored 1}. Ratings: Cheees 7 Northy 9 HarryB 6 Quietman 9 Dees 8 Felonious 10* Maryland 7 Pearo 9 Chuffed 7 Mermaidsal 7 Murphs 7 Mom: Felonious rated 10 scored a worldy to seal the tie. Next up: Hornets at ours friday night 7pm-ish. UIMS What a performance, the only way is up.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 11, 2019 1:34:34 GMT
A bit of a round up, at game 26.
Unforgiving league and difficult to break into the top lot, Man U pushed on, Chelsea drop down, now to chase. But they've got a 10 point advantage. Wolves nipping at our arses, two points behind, but with a game in hand.
We've reached the magical 40 points {perhaps hampered our progress forfeting the two fixtures {draws}, prior to the Saints match.} O goal difference. Still in 7th on the coat tails of the big guns.
Let's not be complacent, resting on Laurels etc or owt.
On a high going into the Hornets at home.
Training this week should centre upon the Druid's Grove, the thirteen trees, the lunar colander, the trees of life, the seasons etc...
Birch Rowan Alder Willow Hawthorn Ash Oak Holly Hazel Apple Elder Yew Pine
Identify and give 'em a big hug, each in order, and we'll no doubt have an extra edge on the field of play next friday.
Ommmmm...
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Feb 11, 2019 3:21:48 GMT
Post by felonious on Feb 11, 2019 3:21:48 GMT
My granddad used to take me pike fishing on Betley Mere which was a fantastic day out at an early age, two flasks, cold toast for when we got there and sandwiches for later on in the day. T'other place was Westport.
He build himself the most magnificent garden, his own greenhouse to over winter the fuchsias and the like and a fantastic she to die for. The garden fell away to a stream, he built the steps going down to the most fantastic live bait station, a cage he dug into the stream bed and kept stocked up from a local pond to supply his passion for pike fishing. As a toddler and young boy it was magical to wander down to the stream and sit on the bottom step watching the fish. The section down to the stream was covered in old style geraniums and red hot pokers. To this day I can't see one or the other without thinking of him and his garden.
The rest of the garden was precision on a slide rule. A weed free diamond shaped lawn which had the appearance of being cut by scissors with a standard fuchsia centrepiece diamond surrounded by the healthiest bedding plants you'll ever see. There were also two large banks, one of dahlias and the other of chrysanthemums. He would never cut a flower. The fence that surrounded the garden was covered in climbing roses, people used to stop their walks and admire the show.
Yeah I can relate to a lot of that, during winter my grandparents back bedroom was a no-go Fuschia rest and recovery zone. Out of bounds. He had varoius noxious barrels of 'sock' around the back of the greenhouse.One had a floating 'air brick' in it which fascinated and intrigued me, could bare the stench to bob it. Heady days. Fantastic roses {which we regularly de-headed with the football {tut tut}} and an impressive honeysuckle arch. Still got peonies, campanulas, cantebury bells, montbretia and indeed honeysuckle from his garden. I'd forgotten about the barrels of the black stuff. The garden was a football free zone
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 15, 2019 18:34:05 GMT
Kick off in hafe an hour. EEFC v Hornets Cheees Northy HarryB Quietman Deeside Felonious Maryland Pearo Chuffed Mermaidsal Murphs
UIMS
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Post by Northy on Feb 15, 2019 18:46:09 GMT
Kick off in hafe an hour. EEFC v Hornets Cheees Northy HarryB Quietman Deeside Felonious Maryland Pearo Chuffed Mermaidsal Murphs
UIMS I've had a pre match shave to help with the wind resistance
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 15, 2019 19:22:33 GMT
EEFC 3 v 1 up at half time, got a little complacent, couldn't keep the pressure up. Final score 3v3...
Stats, facts etc later...
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 16, 2019 14:58:50 GMT
EEFC 3 v 3 HornetsPossession: 60/40% Scorers {first half}: EEFC 3v1 up. Deeside direct free kick. Felonious indirect free kick delivered by Harry B. Pearo direct free kick. Cheees for Bath, Assassin for Murphs at half time. Corners EEFC: 4 first half/5 second half {non scored}. No EEFC goals second half. Ratings Cheees 5 {Bath 6} Northy 6 HarryB 7 Quietman 9 Deeside 10 Felonious 7 Maryland 5 Pearo 11* Chuffed 5 MSal 9 Murphs 5 {Assassin 7} Mom: sponsored by Ginsters, Pearo rated 11, scored a peach of a free kick. UIMS
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2019 16:46:29 GMT
Disappointing result. Excellent first half, great free kicks, but we took our eyes off the ball, foot off the gas, and got caught in the end. We should have won.
Hopefully back on the pace in the next game.
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Post by bathstoke on Feb 16, 2019 17:20:49 GMT
Glad to see I did better than the Gaffer!
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Post by pearo on Feb 17, 2019 7:11:07 GMT
Man of the Match sponsors Ginsters have offered me a consultancy roll as their sausage roll taster. I had to decline as I explained that I’m only a hot dog expert but suggested that they ask one of my team mates, I think Deeside, Quietman or Sal could be perfect for this roll.
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Feb 17, 2019 7:12:18 GMT
Glad to see I did better than the Gaffer! Mmmm... Healthy competition is undoubtedly healthy. I thought I could play through the pain of an injured back paw/achilles heel. I couldn't. You rated slightly higher, but conceded twice as many. There's a reason you don't see many player/managers these days, it's a tough gig. Ommmm
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