Sunday, 18 October 2020

Perhaps it's the lack of football.....

 .....but when the missus brought this (rather early) chocolate advent calender home today all I could see was an opposition Santa coming at me after scoring a late winner after I'd given him grief for 90 minutes.....

....we need to get back inside Latimer Park sooner rather than later, even if only for my sanity.

Saturday, 17 October 2020

The Hunt Is On!

 


Mission (soon to be) accomplished 


What a surprise.  Imraan has failed to give himself up to the authorities.  He always believed himself to be above the usual norms of society and has now declared himself to be beyond the law of the land itself.

He's bound to have several good reasons for taking to his heels, with the old standbys of bullying, racial hatred and religious intolerance very much to the fore.  Poor lamb.

The sooner he's run to ground, incarcerated and roundly buggered by Mr Big in the shower-block  the better.  At least then he'll have an inkling of how we felt with him as our owner.

Thursday, 8 October 2020

Imraan, Imraan......

If nothing else, being a convicted crook
obviously doesn't knock the years off....
Scenario One - Imraan is unfairly, and probably racially picked on by a company who rent out temporary
medical personnel.  He's been unlucky to be on the receiving end of other people's duplicity.  Yet again.
Mmmm, I often wonder if he ever got that money from James Cann....?

Scenario Two - He fell foul of his colleagues for being a complete cock, got paid off, and then tried to get further payments by being a cowardly arsehole and playing the race card.  Yet again....


Decide for yourself by clicking here -

Go directly to Jail. Do not collect £200


Sunday, 4 October 2020

Just to be clear.....


.....if we EVER see the Poppies f*ck around with
one of these new, w@nky, short-goal kick routines that
serve only to cost you a goal, arses will be kicked.

We don't care who you are, how long you've played for us,
or how big & ugly you are.  Arses will be kicked.


 

Saturday, 3 October 2020

Ready or not, here we go!




Flat cap - check
Poppies shirt - check
Scarf - check
Worried expression - check
Errrrr....
Dressing gown - check

Let's do this!

It's Football Jim, but not as we know it

 The Poppies return to competitive football for the first time since a handful of us brave / foolhardy souls watched a not especially competitive game at Bucks Head over 6-months ago.  But what kind of football are we returning to?  

As I type this, I am primed to enter my Bank details onto what looks like a dodgy knock-off Russian website, promising to stream this afternoon's FA Cup game with Chelmsford.  More likely, I fear my Bank Account will either be emptied or used as a tax-haven by a close friend of Vladimir Putin.  Even more likely, looking out of the window, is that the weather will jinx any dastardly Eastern European shenanigans.

While it is considered safe for socially distanced supporters at Steal Park and Nonce Park II to watch their sub-par heroes in the flesh, Poppies fans wanting to assemble at Latimer Park will need to sit inside the social club, or huddle-up under a couple of marquees.  All while the game is taking place, in the fresh, clean, albeit very wet air just metres away.  Even BPW will be able to boast that they have bigger gates than us!

We are going to have a whole generation of players representing us that none of us have ever seen.  More to the point, we'll have a whole raft of footballers wearing Poppies red, who will never have the pleasure of performing under the merciless, withering verbal barrage of our "support".  This is a shame, as spending a slice of a footballing career being on the receiving end of our moaning is often seen as a badge of honour for old pro's, and a bonding experience for them.

So, the National League will (fairly, assuredly) be slicing up a Government grant of £10 million to keep our clubs playing in front of empty stadiums for the next three months.  Hopefully by the time the cash trickles down to our NN backwater we will have sufficient fifty pence pieces to feed the meter to just about afford to keep the showers warm.  At least for the first half dozen players who use them.  We can only hope that this money, plus merchandise sales and funds paid into "TV-footie-ruskie.com" can get us through the foreseeable future.

I'm already looking forward to making virtual payments to a virtual Ken Samuels for virtual Klondike tickets for a virtual draw that I have virtually no chance of winning.  Over to you, Poppies.



Thankfully, it's business as usual at Gateshead