Post by rjdgull on May 13, 2012 6:21:19 GMT
The first half against Hereford was a bit of a horror show and I think a fair dose of humour is needed to get past the up and downs of following our club. 
I wasn't really expected to laugh out loud when reading the match reports for the game but laugh I did and I cheered up tremendously.
I thought it was quite a well constructed post as well using his match pictures with Jon's comment as a lead in. So once again, many congratulations to Alpine Joe who replaces Mr Grumpy as Poster of the Week! ;D
A disappointing afternoon as far as events on the field were concerned, but at least there were a few light hearted moments to be enjoyed elsewhere.
In order to be granted permission to attend this important game I had to agree to incorporate it into a family holiday & so we travelled up midweek to stay in Ross On Wye.
After touring around the Hereford & Worcestershire countryside for a few days prior to Saturday we'd become quite adept at recognising the preferred attire of the local landed gentry.
The younger members of my party who wanted to come along to the game couldn't recognise many of our players, let alone some of our celebrity fans. Therefore I suppose it was unsurprising when one of them, on seeing a figure resplendent in what appeared from a distance to be a waxed Barbour jacket ask quizzically: "Why's that Hereford fan coming into our stand?"
Luckily I could put them right & quickly explained " No, no children, that's Squire Budleigh, he's one of us....just more important"
Five minutes into the game & with everyone settled into their seats I thought I'd attempt to take a photograph of proceedings, but just as I pressed the shutter a blur of green obliterated the lens. "What stupid *@$@@**d walked straight in front of me" I started to bellow, before a young hand was hastily tapping me on the shoulder and saying "Sshhhhh...that was Squire Budleigh"....and to my amazement, when viewing the ruined picture it was indeed the great man himself.
Unable to wait for the final whistle, Budleigh was again making a better door than a window as the game drew to an end. Forgivable I suppose, as although we were staying in the area for a few more days, others were naturally keem to start on their journey homeward.
At full time the local yobbos invaded the pitch & the local constabulary attempted to contain them in one half. No attempts by the Torquay fans to go looking for a confrontation...or so i thought.. until I spotted Budleigh issue the instruction "Stand aside my good man" while brushing past the nearest steward & heading for the pitch !
Goading the home fans by initially pretending to hide being the goal net , it all threatened to turn nasty. We covered the eyes of the children & ushered them out of the stadium, keen that they wouldn't witness the possible 'barbour'ous events that might be about to unfold.
I wasn't really expected to laugh out loud when reading the match reports for the game but laugh I did and I cheered up tremendously. I thought it was quite a well constructed post as well using his match pictures with Jon's comment as a lead in. So once again, many congratulations to Alpine Joe who replaces Mr Grumpy as Poster of the Week! ;D
May 7, 2012 13:09:26 GMT @alpinejoe said:
Jon Good to see you mingling with the common people yesterday, Leigh.
The look on the girl at the canteen's face when you asked for a glass of Chardonnay and a prawn sandwich was classic!
The look on the girl at the canteen's face when you asked for a glass of Chardonnay and a prawn sandwich was classic!
A disappointing afternoon as far as events on the field were concerned, but at least there were a few light hearted moments to be enjoyed elsewhere.
In order to be granted permission to attend this important game I had to agree to incorporate it into a family holiday & so we travelled up midweek to stay in Ross On Wye.
After touring around the Hereford & Worcestershire countryside for a few days prior to Saturday we'd become quite adept at recognising the preferred attire of the local landed gentry.
The younger members of my party who wanted to come along to the game couldn't recognise many of our players, let alone some of our celebrity fans. Therefore I suppose it was unsurprising when one of them, on seeing a figure resplendent in what appeared from a distance to be a waxed Barbour jacket ask quizzically: "Why's that Hereford fan coming into our stand?"
Luckily I could put them right & quickly explained " No, no children, that's Squire Budleigh, he's one of us....just more important"
Five minutes into the game & with everyone settled into their seats I thought I'd attempt to take a photograph of proceedings, but just as I pressed the shutter a blur of green obliterated the lens. "What stupid *@$@@**d walked straight in front of me" I started to bellow, before a young hand was hastily tapping me on the shoulder and saying "Sshhhhh...that was Squire Budleigh"....and to my amazement, when viewing the ruined picture it was indeed the great man himself.
Unable to wait for the final whistle, Budleigh was again making a better door than a window as the game drew to an end. Forgivable I suppose, as although we were staying in the area for a few more days, others were naturally keem to start on their journey homeward.
At full time the local yobbos invaded the pitch & the local constabulary attempted to contain them in one half. No attempts by the Torquay fans to go looking for a confrontation...or so i thought.. until I spotted Budleigh issue the instruction "Stand aside my good man" while brushing past the nearest steward & heading for the pitch !
Goading the home fans by initially pretending to hide being the goal net , it all threatened to turn nasty. We covered the eyes of the children & ushered them out of the stadium, keen that they wouldn't witness the possible 'barbour'ous events that might be about to unfold.