Post by Dave on Feb 21, 2009 22:21:07 GMT
Who said a week was along time in football, come to think of it has anybody ever said that, or is that something that is wrongly in my head. But what I do know is correct is how differently contrasting the week as been for me in terms of football, let me explain.
Last week I was on my way to Plainmoor and I had a mission, one was to sort out my friends on the forum being able to stop and have a quick chat and two was as softly as possible rid the ground of the c word song. I also watched my team beat a somewhat poor side, but left the ground happy and pleased with the whole day.
The main reason I do not travel to hardly any away games these days, is because I drive 1400 mile a week in my job, I do come home every day but during the day I'm always so far away from Paignton. So weekends I love to stay local and keep off the roads as much as is possible to do so.
Due to Ant not playing for the last two years, on Saturdays when the team has played away, I have been home and on the PC while I listen to the game on the radio. Today I was happy to learn that Ant was in a game and I once again could do what I aways did do and that is go and watch Ant and have my radio on at his match.
The sun was shining and decided to walk to Clennon Valley, I thought I had left in good time but was soon to learn otherwise. Still I was enjoying my walk and then caught the view from Paignton toward Torquay seafront, I was thinking how good it is to live here and have such great views, that was until I saw the major scare that is wreckwalk and realised how bad it still looked even from over here.
As I walked on I started to look at the paths and soon my mind was in overdrive again as I was working on a post that I will do soon about Torbay Council and the sad state of the Bay. Then just as I was turning down into Brentwood Drive I looked at the great view out to sea from there, it really is beautiful. So I get to the path that cuts into Clennon Valley and then noticed I was a few minutes late, soon found out that I was going to be even later as the team was playing on the pitch that runs right beside Dartmouth Road, so a long walk across very soggy grass and mud before I could watch the game.
Still I got there in the end and no goals had been scored, then the linesman from the other team asked me who I was supporting, I said I was here just to watch my son play. Well unknown to me until after the game and I had a chat with Ant, it seems Ants integrity had been called into disrepute by the said linesman, his team had filled out paperwork incorrectly, played a player in a game they should not have and action was taken by the S.D.R.S.. It was only when I knew I remembered having him on my doorstep shouting the odds. It did explain once I told him who my son was, he snubbed me for the rest of the game.
Then things got a bit worse really, not with him but with a father of another player out on the pitch, you see Ant only agreed to play for them as long as he was only in the reserves, he just wants to get fit and play to enjoy his football, but as he has been hitting the net so soon after his comeback, he was talked into playing for the first team today. He does not know the players or has played with any of them before.
He was doing OK, a Little of the sharpness maybe was missing but he has only played a few games since he gave it up. The team went a goal down, the defense was rubbish all game and the goal was a soft one. Ant got so few chances, sorry but he was playing a higher level than this before, he was making the runs, but the balls never came, the once chance he did get, the ball was played behind him and as he had to try to reach back to be able to kick it, the shot lost any power.
Then things happened, a player on the same team got fouled and decided to square up to the other player, a lad so much bigger but one who looked like he was a nice lad and not one who would want trouble. The fouled player was getting a bit aggressive, but then his father moved from the touchline and onto the pitch. The game had a proper ref(makes a change) he is well known here and looks the same shape as the Weymouth guy who ran on to treat an injured player , but to be fair to him he got the father off the pitch and had strong words with him.
Fine lets get on with the game and just after Ants team got a penalty, well Ant is always going to grab the ball and I would always put money on him scoring. The spot was nackered and the ball would not sit down and in the end the ref moved it behind the spot. Now unsettled he done what he has mover done before and that was change his mind just before he was about to kick the ball, the result was it flew past the post and I then felt a pain I have felt before.
It would have been OK if that fouled player had kept his mouth shut, but his dad was saying that he should have took it, the son replied that he should have as Ant was just a crap player.Well sorry but this is my son we are talking about and one who is well respected by so many players, just this young one had never seen him before. I made it clear to him that if he played until he was 60, he would still not reach the total of goals Ant has scored. I think the father was going to react to my words with his son, but in the end decided not too.
All this going on while having to listen to my team getting beat on my radio and as I got into Ants car to come home(after I returned the eyeballs that the linesman felt he wanted to give me in the carpark) I was feeling sad for Ant, I could feel his disappointment that he missed the penalty as he found out in the dressing room afterward, it was a six pointer.The TUFC game was still on the radio and I listened to it on the way home, it sounded like we were going to get a draw at least, but it was not to be. So not such a good day being a lover of football, still I have got Tuesday night to look forward too, surely my team will get my football smile back on my face then.
Last week I was on my way to Plainmoor and I had a mission, one was to sort out my friends on the forum being able to stop and have a quick chat and two was as softly as possible rid the ground of the c word song. I also watched my team beat a somewhat poor side, but left the ground happy and pleased with the whole day.
The main reason I do not travel to hardly any away games these days, is because I drive 1400 mile a week in my job, I do come home every day but during the day I'm always so far away from Paignton. So weekends I love to stay local and keep off the roads as much as is possible to do so.
Due to Ant not playing for the last two years, on Saturdays when the team has played away, I have been home and on the PC while I listen to the game on the radio. Today I was happy to learn that Ant was in a game and I once again could do what I aways did do and that is go and watch Ant and have my radio on at his match.
The sun was shining and decided to walk to Clennon Valley, I thought I had left in good time but was soon to learn otherwise. Still I was enjoying my walk and then caught the view from Paignton toward Torquay seafront, I was thinking how good it is to live here and have such great views, that was until I saw the major scare that is wreckwalk and realised how bad it still looked even from over here.
As I walked on I started to look at the paths and soon my mind was in overdrive again as I was working on a post that I will do soon about Torbay Council and the sad state of the Bay. Then just as I was turning down into Brentwood Drive I looked at the great view out to sea from there, it really is beautiful. So I get to the path that cuts into Clennon Valley and then noticed I was a few minutes late, soon found out that I was going to be even later as the team was playing on the pitch that runs right beside Dartmouth Road, so a long walk across very soggy grass and mud before I could watch the game.
Still I got there in the end and no goals had been scored, then the linesman from the other team asked me who I was supporting, I said I was here just to watch my son play. Well unknown to me until after the game and I had a chat with Ant, it seems Ants integrity had been called into disrepute by the said linesman, his team had filled out paperwork incorrectly, played a player in a game they should not have and action was taken by the S.D.R.S.. It was only when I knew I remembered having him on my doorstep shouting the odds. It did explain once I told him who my son was, he snubbed me for the rest of the game.
Then things got a bit worse really, not with him but with a father of another player out on the pitch, you see Ant only agreed to play for them as long as he was only in the reserves, he just wants to get fit and play to enjoy his football, but as he has been hitting the net so soon after his comeback, he was talked into playing for the first team today. He does not know the players or has played with any of them before.
He was doing OK, a Little of the sharpness maybe was missing but he has only played a few games since he gave it up. The team went a goal down, the defense was rubbish all game and the goal was a soft one. Ant got so few chances, sorry but he was playing a higher level than this before, he was making the runs, but the balls never came, the once chance he did get, the ball was played behind him and as he had to try to reach back to be able to kick it, the shot lost any power.
Then things happened, a player on the same team got fouled and decided to square up to the other player, a lad so much bigger but one who looked like he was a nice lad and not one who would want trouble. The fouled player was getting a bit aggressive, but then his father moved from the touchline and onto the pitch. The game had a proper ref(makes a change) he is well known here and looks the same shape as the Weymouth guy who ran on to treat an injured player , but to be fair to him he got the father off the pitch and had strong words with him.
Fine lets get on with the game and just after Ants team got a penalty, well Ant is always going to grab the ball and I would always put money on him scoring. The spot was nackered and the ball would not sit down and in the end the ref moved it behind the spot. Now unsettled he done what he has mover done before and that was change his mind just before he was about to kick the ball, the result was it flew past the post and I then felt a pain I have felt before.
It would have been OK if that fouled player had kept his mouth shut, but his dad was saying that he should have took it, the son replied that he should have as Ant was just a crap player.Well sorry but this is my son we are talking about and one who is well respected by so many players, just this young one had never seen him before. I made it clear to him that if he played until he was 60, he would still not reach the total of goals Ant has scored. I think the father was going to react to my words with his son, but in the end decided not too.
All this going on while having to listen to my team getting beat on my radio and as I got into Ants car to come home(after I returned the eyeballs that the linesman felt he wanted to give me in the carpark) I was feeling sad for Ant, I could feel his disappointment that he missed the penalty as he found out in the dressing room afterward, it was a six pointer.The TUFC game was still on the radio and I listened to it on the way home, it sounded like we were going to get a draw at least, but it was not to be. So not such a good day being a lover of football, still I have got Tuesday night to look forward too, surely my team will get my football smile back on my face then.
It's a good job my Anthony's got ears, I brought him home this afternoon with a grin like a melon - so wide it would have gone right round his head and made the top fall off! ;D
