― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
sorry I missed Sunday by the way, slight groin strain dontcha know.
― chris, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel --, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Looks like the gloves are going to have to come out of mothballs, I may even get myself a new pair of boots, I do need some.
― Dr. C, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ed, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jonnie, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― katie, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alan T, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I meant to add, i have NO intuition for football, but if you do find yourself short on numbers I could do with the exercise. I'm quite the sprinter, but otherwise a bit naff.
― CarsmileSteve, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Me too old to play football. Possibly too boring as well.
― David, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer hand, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
In five-a-side football? I sense Solomonic decisions.
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 5 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Jonny, Chris, Jel, me, Alan(?). That's 5.
Let's rumble!
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― PM, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sarah, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
hey i have chosen all the pink pokemons!
― katie, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alan Trewartha, Wednesday, 6 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Or prepare to fight, fight, fight". Do you think he veers into sounding like Snagglepuss sometimes?
― Jonnie, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chris, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally C, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I beg your pardon!
Look, we were humped big, but I think we gave it a go in the second half, and if it hadn't been for 3 late goals as we tired it wouldn't have been so bad. Anyway, well played Sinister. If we can get a few more players together we might be able to be a bit more competitive in a rematch. Can't see us *beating* those Sinister flibbertigibbets though.
For ILE I thought G showed touches of class, Tim H battled heroically up front and Chris kept out quite a few shots in the second half. The lowest point for me was attempting to hack down a Sinister chap, missing, but butchering Nick instead as he ran past. Sorry, Nick!
It was great to meet everyone again, and to meet The PF for the first time. Could've done with a bit more of Starry's Rum and Coke at half time.
― Dr. C, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ronan, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jel --, Monday, 25 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Special mention: Dr C (tireless), Hopkins (tireless - well...), g (tough guy), Walton (skills 1), G (skills 2), Cazza (leadership), Welthorpe (Hollywood balls for Oscar night).
― the pinefox, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Though Jel, I'd have thought that the poor conditions of the pitch would be much more suited to your hoof and hope strategy than our skillful passing game :-)
― Mark C, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
That'll be ILX then!
Seriously - let's get it on. We'll need a fit-again Jonnie and anyone else who fancies it.
The pitch - we would have been mullered even harder on a decent pitch I reckon, but it would be nice to have the rematch on a pothole-free surface. The ankle I turned near the end is fat'n blue. No effects pedals for a week or so!
― Tasty and Tireless Dr. C, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jonnie, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Almost as hopeful as the other week when Chris Geddes thought he had a chance at Vogts' new squad.
― Ally C, Tuesday, 26 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
It's a bit like my friend Harry, who's lkiving in Switzerland. He's a keen, moderately talented rugby player, and decided to find a club to play for. A colleague invited him along to a training session with the team he played for. Harry was very impressed at the standard of rugby, though a bit disappointed he wasn't guaranteed a game. Only when the next fixture was announced did he realise he's now playing for Geneva in the Swiss Premier League, and they're in contention for the championship :-)
― Mark C, Saturday, 30 March 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 17 October 2002 09:34 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Thursday, 17 October 2002 09:38 (twenty-three years ago)
You're gonna die Sinistah! (As long as it's not too cold and muddy).
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 17 October 2002 09:42 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Thursday, 17 October 2002 09:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tim (Tim), Thursday, 17 October 2002 10:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 17 October 2002 10:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 17 October 2002 11:24 (twenty-three years ago)
But I think we have to be actually up for playing in the cold and wet. Well?
― Mark C (Mark C), Friday, 18 October 2002 21:39 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Wednesday, 12 February 2003 14:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 13 February 2003 07:33 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Thursday, 13 February 2003 09:59 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 13 February 2003 13:04 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Thursday, 13 February 2003 13:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 13 February 2003 13:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Thursday, 13 February 2003 13:11 (twenty-three years ago)
Yes, that's what I had in mind - I'd personally be up for a rematch against the Sinister axis of evil, but fear that we wouldn't get enough ILXers to make a game of it, similar to last time. I'm sure Martin would improve the ILX team (maybe shag the opposition to death? - only joking M ;), but we'd need to unearth a couple of Rooneys as well to trouble them.
Any ideas about a good venue - anoraks as goalposts again - or a *real* 5-a-side pitch? I once or twice played indoors at that Covent Garden place - Jubilee Hall? Does anyone know if you can book that, or do you have to be a member?
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 13 February 2003 14:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― stevem (blueski), Thursday, 13 February 2003 14:06 (twenty-three years ago)
― chris (chris), Thursday, 13 February 2003 14:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Thursday, 13 February 2003 15:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― chris (chris), Thursday, 13 February 2003 15:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― CarsmileSteve (CarsmileSteve), Thursday, 13 February 2003 15:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dave B (daveb), Thursday, 13 February 2003 15:12 (twenty-three years ago)
I could've bumped the PE thread but I feel I need to attract the British contingent. Telling a friend about my scarred knee, I got to thinking about my school's football fields for the first time in years - they were called blaze, or blaise, or something like that, I say something like that because searching the internet suggests they don't exist outside the west of Scotland. A kind of fine red gravel that was so obviously a horrendous and sadistic surface to make anyone play contact sports on, hence the scarring, and the numerous other bloody incidents, that I wonder how it ever came about. Does anyone have experience with these? 9am, mid-December, red blaze field, Mitre Mouldmasters pounding your icy blue legs, dunno why this hasn't been adopted as a torture technique rly.
― michael nyman cat (Merdeyeux), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 19:57 (fourteen years ago)
Feelin' u bro. Add incessant freezing horizontal rain/hail for the full gallery. Mouldmasters though, I swear they would momentarily expand & contract on impact so's to actually grip the skin as they cannoned off.
It's 'blaes' iirc, which I think means 'ashes'. Didn't realise they were unique to that part of the world.
― Ismael Klata, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:05 (fourteen years ago)
Blaes, aye. Also exist in the north of Scotland, as my lifelong terror of TCP will attest to.
― ailsa, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:22 (fourteen years ago)
ah, ash parks. my school had actual grass on our football field, as did the park adjacent to the house i lived in as a boy, but there were plenty ash parks around, and they still exist. i can still remember the bampots who would play on it as if it were grass, slide tackles in shorts and all that. they were made of sterner stuff than i. moldmaster against a cold thigh in the morning = deeply unpleasant.
― zverotic discourse (jim in glasgow), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:26 (fourteen years ago)
ah, blaes! I imagine the popularity up north is/was due to grass fields being in no fit state for sport for half of the school year, so in pre-astroturf days it was as brutally durable as surfaces got. 'Ashes' is a bit of a euphemism too, I feel that ashes properly speaking wouldn't dig themselves into your flesh quite so handily.
― michael nyman cat (Merdeyeux), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:29 (fourteen years ago)
It may explain the high number of Glaswegians in management positions - no greater test of 'wanting it more' than a 50/50 on blaes. I don't think ash in the wound is actually fatal, but no effing way I was ever finding out.
― Ismael Klata, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:29 (fourteen years ago)
yeah, i never felt like small red stones really equated to "ashes">
― zverotic discourse (jim in glasgow), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:34 (fourteen years ago)
my scarred knee was caused by one of those notable bampots going all out in a one-on-one and squashing my legs into the ground in the process. I won the one-on-one though, and only at the end of the game did I notice my legs were soaked in blood. A rare bit of hardmannery from me. After that I became an even more reserved player, and he became a murderer.
― michael nyman cat (Merdeyeux), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:35 (fourteen years ago)
Yes, was more gravelly than ashy.
Just found this while googling for definition of what the fuck it was made of:
http://www.heraldscotland.com/sport/opinion/survival-tactics-were-the-main-strategy-needed-for-red-blaes-pitches.17245698
― ailsa, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:36 (fourteen years ago)
After that I became an even more reserved player, and he became a murderer.
haw.
― zverotic discourse (jim in glasgow), Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:38 (fourteen years ago)
Those pitches would get overgrown and half-disappear quite nicely in the summer; or alternatively they would dry out entirely and send out a fine pink cloud when a breeze got up.
― Ismael Klata, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:41 (fourteen years ago)
Legend has it that the terraces at Hampden were railway sleepers set in blaes, but I remember them as crumbling concrete with gaps you could lose a shoe down.
― Ismael Klata, Tuesday, 10 April 2012 20:44 (fourteen years ago)