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Post by bringbacklenwhite on Aug 20, 2014 12:52:32 GMT
Pozdravljeni, Ризийаь or just plain hello.
Peculiar pleasantries propound passionately as pampering parables pulsate (or not) patronisingly pessimistically.
Week P in Chaos Too is here. Hoping for a slightly better turn out this week. Have you played against Prestwich, been to Preston North End, participated in Polo ? Kicked a ball with Peter, Paul or Patrice ? We need your P stories !
Participation, pro-action and production is priceless. Just prevaricate, pretend or praise. All yours.
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Post by sirroger on Aug 20, 2014 13:20:45 GMT
I'll have a ' P' please, Bob! Lawrie Platts Mick Pickering Colin Parry Carl Piergianni Martin Pemberton Terry Park Trevor Porteous (Player/ Manager) Anthony Pilkington Andy Preece Adam Proudlock Johnny Price Sorry, Carlton P for you!
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Post by Epworth Hatter on Aug 20, 2014 15:06:34 GMT
Pimms O’clock
Another hockey anecdote...
In my first year at York Uni we played hockey against Sheffield Hallam (it may have still been a Poly then) at Sheffield and it was a truly bruising encounter.
I’m not really sure why as there was no historical rivalry or animosity. It just seemed that every foul was over exaggerated and things just go dirtier and dirtier. I’d like to say it was all them, but we were both as bad as each other. It was one of those where it needed a responsible adult to drag us together and tell us all to grow up. But we didn’t have one of those, so it descended further and further into violence.
In the end both sides had 2 players sent off and we lost by the odd goal in 9.
After the match we went back to their bar for the obligatory drink, but didn’t hang around.
Later in the season they were coming to our place for the return fixture. The training session before that game was buzzing. There was lots of talk of revenge and at one point two of the lads started practicing how to do dirty tackles without being caught! A mate and I tried to calm everyone down, but to no avail – the team were properly wound up for a grudge match.
We were not to be deterred, however. We made our plans to ‘give peace a chance.’
The day of the game came and, as we met before the match, it was clear that some of the guys were even more wound up than before. It was a red hot day and the tempers were even hotter.
The game started where the other one left off – vicious tackles, body checks, swinging sticks. We somehow got to half time with everyone still on the pitch and drawing 1-1.
This is where my mate and I put our plan into action. As the two teams congregated at either end for the half time team talk, we ran off to the side to our bags. In our bags we had earlier placed the following: - 1 bottle of Pimms - 3 bottles of lemonade - 1 tub of orange slices - 4 jugs - 4 stirrers - 24 plastic cups - 2 trays - 2 tea towels - 2 bow ties on elastic
We quickly mixed the Pimms cocktail in the jugs (1 part Pimms, 3 parts lemonade – we weren’t savages) and added the fruit and stirred it all up. Both bottles had come from the fridge, so were still pretty cold.
We placed the jugs on the trays along with the cups and then got dressed up (ok, so it was only a bow tie and tea towel over an arm – but it’s the thought that counts). We then walked over to each team and served up the half time refreshments.
The reaction was fantastic. They all burst out laughing and merrily supped the Pimms until it had just about all gone. Each player (the waiters included) had at least 2 cups each and, with the heat and empty stomachs, it quickly went to our heads. Even the 2 umpires joined in.
Suffice to say the second half was played in a carnival spirit with lots of laughter. We even ran out 4-2 winners, but the result didn’t matter as much as the joviality.
Friendship restored, we then went to one of the Uni bars and carried on the drinking, laughing and singing – including the obvious ‘All we are saying is give Pimms a chance.’
A potentially ugly encounter turned around by a bottle of Pimms. If the UN are reading this, then you can have this idea for free.
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Post by bringbacklenwhite on Aug 20, 2014 15:45:48 GMT
Brilliant, welcome back to the Chaos Party, Eppy.
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Post by sirroger on Aug 20, 2014 16:02:33 GMT
Perfect, Eps.
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Post by bringbacklenwhite on Aug 27, 2014 12:52:52 GMT
Sir Rog !!!
You can award the Mantle of Brilliance to Eppy or yourself.
I am thinking that we are all CHAOSed out. Never the less, I will soldier on.
Week Q on it's way.
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Post by sandbachhatter on Aug 27, 2014 15:09:43 GMT
Hold that thought! I have a P but was away.... give me 10 minutes!
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Post by sandbachhatter on Aug 27, 2014 15:10:45 GMT
Incidentally, I don't expect to be considered for that there prize, but wanted to get in before the week is all wrapped up!
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Post by sandbachhatter on Aug 27, 2014 15:22:29 GMT
Port Vale and Pregnancy
6th October 2009 - JPT
Only a few weeks before this match in our ill-fated 2009-10 season, Mrs Sandy and I discovered that we were to become parents for the first time.
With Port Vale being so close to Sandbach Towers, I invited my brother down from Preston to join me on the short trip to The People's Republic of Burslem. He didn't finish work until 5.30pm and, thanks to the wonders of the Preston traffic and the always-guaranteed-to-f*ck-up-your-day M6, he arrived at my house at 7.15pm for a 7.30pm kick off. Never one to shy away from a challenge, I adopted some questionable driving ethics and we managed to take our seats as the whistle blew to start the match.
Did I mention it was p*ssing it down too? We got soaked just getting from the car to the ground it was that heavy.
Needless to say, my brother was not best pleased.
He became even less pleased when County succumbed to 3 goals inside the first 15 minutes.
I decided to cheer him up by giving him mine and Mrs Sandy's good news - even though we hadn't planned to tell everyone quite so soon into the pregnancy. As is often my want, I decided to reveal our news in a quirky way.
I should at this point explain that my brother had already been an uncle for some time (kind of), as we have for many years had our dog, Bexley, and have always referred to my brother as 'Uncle Adam'. I decided to use this in my little fun and games, which promptly back-fired catastrophically.
"So, I know what'll cheer you up mate. You know how we always refer to you as 'Uncle Adam' with the dog?"
"Yeah?"
"Well...." (pause for tension and dramatic effect) "... how would you like to be an Uncle for real?!"
"Really?!" (grinning from ear to ear)
"Yep, really!"
"Aw mate. I can't believe you're giving me your dog! That's awesome!"
"I know.... wait.... what?!"
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Post by sirroger on Aug 27, 2014 15:28:42 GMT
Excellent, Sandy.
I will have to revert to tossing up (well, it happens to us all eventually) by way of a coin to decide who will win between you and Eps.
Confirmation to follow.
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Post by sirroger on Aug 27, 2014 15:33:05 GMT
Coin at the ready.
Eps - Heads
Sandy - Tails
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Post by bringbacklenwhite on Aug 27, 2014 15:34:24 GMT
Roll of the drums.....................
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Post by sirroger on Aug 27, 2014 15:34:55 GMT
The coin has landed, the result is known, the winner is....................
Eps.
Sorry, Sandy.
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Post by sandbachhatter on Aug 27, 2014 15:46:20 GMT
Not at all Rog, I only tried to get mine in there before this week was wrapped up and Eppy is a more than deserved winner anyway! Congrats Eps!
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Post by another_ruined_saturday on Aug 27, 2014 17:31:27 GMT
we're not all chaosed-out, lennie. just needs a bit of time setting aside to do it justice. particularly if, like me, you're a little long-winded (and a little loud-winded too!). i was debating putting the many victories i've seen at posh up against the heartbreak of the play-off final defeat to them, but didn't think it was quite strong enough to bother. might still get round to it.
well in again eps!
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