Post by bringbacklenwhite on Sept 3, 2014 14:42:59 GMT
Rimaykullayki to all our Quechua speakers or just plain hello.
(the Cusco dialect of Quechua, as spoken in Cusco in Boliva.)
Be reassured readers, Week R remains, registering reiterations and rejoicements with relinquished remembrances and remnants of reminiscence renditions. Regale resilient responses of revenge, resurrecting revered ripostes and risque rumours.
Eppy is deciding on our Week R judge as we speak. - and it will be Gazza !!
Post by Epworth Hatter on Sept 4, 2014 8:45:11 GMT
I think it's pretty clear that most of my sporting youth was spent playing hockey, rather than football, so here's another hockey anecdote…
Radio stopped play
I was playing for York University Hockey 1st XI and it was Saturday 14th May 1995. It was a long time ago and a lot of brain cells have passed away since, but I remember the date for reasons which will become apparent.
It was a good game, as I recall, and we were 2-0 up at half time against a pretty useful Teeside University team. The team talk from Mark, our captain, was pretty straightforward – keep playing the same way.
We did win the game, but not without controversy. We scored early in the second half and were coasting at 3-0. And then they scored with about 20 minutes to go. They then started to dominate, filled with belief that they could get more goals.
Now here’s why I remember the precise date of the match.
With about 10 minutes to go we became aware of a bit of a commotion on the touch line. May 14th 1995 was the final day of the Premier League season and news quickly spread that it was getting exciting. Manchester Un*ted were drawing at West Ham and Blackburn were losing at Liverpool. Man U*d had to win to win the league. One of the spectators had a radio and was listening to the commentary as the drama unfolded.
The ball went behind for a 16 yard hit (like a goal kick in football). Mark, our central defender and captain (and one of the two Man U*d supporters in our team), put the ball down and promptly walked off, shouting, ‘I can’t miss the end of the season, come on lads.’ So our team marched off to the side lines to listen to the last 10 minutes on the radio.
As you can imagine, Teesside were pretty peeved. They all complained bitterly to the umpires - except for four of them who were Man U*d supporters from down south. The umpires weren’t interested in the complaints as one of them (also from down south) was a Man U*d fan.
So, we all listened to the rest of the games; the commentary jumping from Upton Park to Anfield. As I’m sure you all know, Man U*d drew 1-1 at West Ham giving the title to Blackburn. At the final whistle the Man C*ty fan in our team jumped up and down with joy, and the Man U*d fans were crestfallen.
As a neutral Stockport County fan who is used to being in a minority of one, what should I do? It was an odd one as those were the days before Sky’s millions (now billions) had taken full effect. Blackburn had bought the title with the house that Jack built, whereas Man U*d at that time were only just starting to build their dominance - although the irritant that was Alex Ferguson permanently wound me up! C*ty hadn’t won anything for years and I had mates from back home who were C*ty fans, so I’m ashamed to say, I jumped up and down with the C*ty fan!
My how times have changed!
Anyway, the break in play was about 15 minutes and had taken the wind out of Teeside’s sails - we won 3-1.
We all had good banter in the bar afterwards – everyone was drinking, they just had different motivations!
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