Post by Dave on Jan 29, 2010 21:26:24 GMT
Well not been the best week of my life, well not in terms of feeling well, in fact I can’t remember ever feeling as unwell as I have this week. Monday I was fine and on Tuesday I rushed around and got back to Toolfix as early as I could because it was the boss’s birthday. We always have a small birthday party at work when it is anyone’s birthday, the bosses wife brings in a cake and sparkling wine, the door gets locked and I have to lead the singing of happy birthday, well you need a good old pro to get those notes pitch perfect in the hope the others may at least stay nearly in tune.
Came home and three hours later just felt so unwell, Carol says its just man flu, but I have told it’s a dangerous virus I have contracted, she just laughs at me, well compared to what she has been through I must seem like a baby to her, but she has looked after me well, only would not agree to me having a bell so I could let her know when I needed anything.
Really hoping I will be a bit better tomorrow as I do not want to miss the game, fingers crossed.
Not a lot of votes cast this week and so not a high scoring week but enough votes cast to find a worthy winner. He has won before and he brings his own form of wit into the forum that I love, even more so when we writes match reports.
This week’s winner is Alpine joe,
One of the posts made by Alpine joe this week
Having been unable to get along to Plainmoor for some time it was a lovely sunny afternoon for me to reacquaint myself with the old place. As mentioned by others the game was proceeded by an impeccably observed minutes silence in memory of Mr.Brad. As I gazed across at surely two of the smallest Managers in the football league (Pesch & Bucks) the only noise to be heard was that of the buzzing shutter of the photographers camera as he merrily decided to keep snapping away while the rest of Plainmoor stood quietly. My bottom of the range compact..& even the camera function on my mobile phone are equipped with a 'silent' option to eliminate shutter noise, I'm surprised his equipment didn't have something similar.
Ten minutes after kick off I reflected to myself that I was struggling to recall a more lacklustre & seemingly disinterested peformance from a Torquay team, yet here we were winning 1-0!...it certainly can be a funny old game.
On about the half hour mark I'd seen three goals, including one which was one of the finest strikes I've witnessed in a while, we were still winning & I reckoned any neutral present would say they were getting value for money.
This is still only the old 4th division and alongside some very decent play at times you are always going to witness some players making rash or madcap decisions & it all adds to the entertainment.
It was my first time seeing young Smith & Thomson. Smith did adequately but it was a pretty torrid afternoon for the defence as a whole. With Poke in particular having an off day-although that is easily explained. Since the episode with the Hereford Santas, Poke feels particularly nervous at the sight of away fans in fancy dress. Now although there was no evidence of an inflatable rubber ring there was a Fred Flintstone, a Batman, and an escaped convict among the Brewers fans & all caught Poke's eye as he took to the field...as a result our keeper just couldn't settle for the duration of the match.
Thomson...well what a decent prospect he is. A few rough edges naturally, a couple of times when he was 'shown inside' he should have taken it rather than still attempting to go outside & getting dispossessed, and Manse had to chastise him for not tracking back but the quality of his crossing was what really impressed me.
Two goals to the good...& some were wondering how many times Burton's 46 year old keeper would be picking the ball out of his net. Pesch leaned nonchalently against the side of the dugout wearing his Roberto Mancini style overcoat but minus the trendily knotted scarf. He either wasn't too perturbed that his side were losing or else Karren Brady had worn him out the night before. Penn's wonder strike then put a whole new impetous into the Brewers Reserves & they began to realise the game wasn't lost after all.
The warning signs had been clear enough from the opening stages. Zeb & Thomson stayed wide & did little defensively. Wroe wasn't in the mood for chasing around too much so that left Hargreaves (after the week he's had) to repell the Burton midfield single handed. Admirably he managed to do that for the first 20 minutes chasing back and getting in some good tackles, but he tired, as is only to be expected and so the Burton attacks grew in frequency.
H.T
Just as I was contemplating what one of our legendary former defenders such as ,for instance, Steve Woods would have made of this disorganised defensive shambles if he had been there to see it when my attention was caught by the Squeaker who was telling us it was time for the half time draw. None other than Jim McNichol appeared on the pitch & he drew out ticket No.03126.
After a couple of minutes there was a further squeak appealing for the winner to come forward...which he duly did & 'Phil' from Newton Abbot claimed the money.
I would have brought on Ellis at half time, for no other reason than his enthusiasm & desire might have rubbed off on the others & woken them up.
The second half continued in a similar pattern to the first, only with our defence looking even more jittery & error prone than in the first period. Two good strikes sealed the points for Burton Reserves.
A few changes as the half wore on...Danny Stevens impressing on the left...Zeb becoming completely anonymous when he took Benyons place up front & young O'Kane connecting resonably well when Danny cleverly picked him out coming in at the far post. O'Kane kept his shot down & got it on target but his first touch didn't quite result in a goal.
The Stewards blocked my view of the last 5/10 minutes but I assume things continued in the same vein.
History shows that just when I think Bucks is making a bigger pigs ear of things than ever the Board dig him out by financing even better players coming to the Club. I imagine there will be the same response to the current fiasco.
Came home and three hours later just felt so unwell, Carol says its just man flu, but I have told it’s a dangerous virus I have contracted, she just laughs at me, well compared to what she has been through I must seem like a baby to her, but she has looked after me well, only would not agree to me having a bell so I could let her know when I needed anything.
Really hoping I will be a bit better tomorrow as I do not want to miss the game, fingers crossed.
Not a lot of votes cast this week and so not a high scoring week but enough votes cast to find a worthy winner. He has won before and he brings his own form of wit into the forum that I love, even more so when we writes match reports.
This week’s winner is Alpine joe,
One of the posts made by Alpine joe this week
Having been unable to get along to Plainmoor for some time it was a lovely sunny afternoon for me to reacquaint myself with the old place. As mentioned by others the game was proceeded by an impeccably observed minutes silence in memory of Mr.Brad. As I gazed across at surely two of the smallest Managers in the football league (Pesch & Bucks) the only noise to be heard was that of the buzzing shutter of the photographers camera as he merrily decided to keep snapping away while the rest of Plainmoor stood quietly. My bottom of the range compact..& even the camera function on my mobile phone are equipped with a 'silent' option to eliminate shutter noise, I'm surprised his equipment didn't have something similar.
Ten minutes after kick off I reflected to myself that I was struggling to recall a more lacklustre & seemingly disinterested peformance from a Torquay team, yet here we were winning 1-0!...it certainly can be a funny old game.
On about the half hour mark I'd seen three goals, including one which was one of the finest strikes I've witnessed in a while, we were still winning & I reckoned any neutral present would say they were getting value for money.
This is still only the old 4th division and alongside some very decent play at times you are always going to witness some players making rash or madcap decisions & it all adds to the entertainment.
It was my first time seeing young Smith & Thomson. Smith did adequately but it was a pretty torrid afternoon for the defence as a whole. With Poke in particular having an off day-although that is easily explained. Since the episode with the Hereford Santas, Poke feels particularly nervous at the sight of away fans in fancy dress. Now although there was no evidence of an inflatable rubber ring there was a Fred Flintstone, a Batman, and an escaped convict among the Brewers fans & all caught Poke's eye as he took to the field...as a result our keeper just couldn't settle for the duration of the match.
Thomson...well what a decent prospect he is. A few rough edges naturally, a couple of times when he was 'shown inside' he should have taken it rather than still attempting to go outside & getting dispossessed, and Manse had to chastise him for not tracking back but the quality of his crossing was what really impressed me.
Two goals to the good...& some were wondering how many times Burton's 46 year old keeper would be picking the ball out of his net. Pesch leaned nonchalently against the side of the dugout wearing his Roberto Mancini style overcoat but minus the trendily knotted scarf. He either wasn't too perturbed that his side were losing or else Karren Brady had worn him out the night before. Penn's wonder strike then put a whole new impetous into the Brewers Reserves & they began to realise the game wasn't lost after all.
The warning signs had been clear enough from the opening stages. Zeb & Thomson stayed wide & did little defensively. Wroe wasn't in the mood for chasing around too much so that left Hargreaves (after the week he's had) to repell the Burton midfield single handed. Admirably he managed to do that for the first 20 minutes chasing back and getting in some good tackles, but he tired, as is only to be expected and so the Burton attacks grew in frequency.
H.T
Just as I was contemplating what one of our legendary former defenders such as ,for instance, Steve Woods would have made of this disorganised defensive shambles if he had been there to see it when my attention was caught by the Squeaker who was telling us it was time for the half time draw. None other than Jim McNichol appeared on the pitch & he drew out ticket No.03126.
After a couple of minutes there was a further squeak appealing for the winner to come forward...which he duly did & 'Phil' from Newton Abbot claimed the money.
I would have brought on Ellis at half time, for no other reason than his enthusiasm & desire might have rubbed off on the others & woken them up.
The second half continued in a similar pattern to the first, only with our defence looking even more jittery & error prone than in the first period. Two good strikes sealed the points for Burton Reserves.
A few changes as the half wore on...Danny Stevens impressing on the left...Zeb becoming completely anonymous when he took Benyons place up front & young O'Kane connecting resonably well when Danny cleverly picked him out coming in at the far post. O'Kane kept his shot down & got it on target but his first touch didn't quite result in a goal.
The Stewards blocked my view of the last 5/10 minutes but I assume things continued in the same vein.
History shows that just when I think Bucks is making a bigger pigs ear of things than ever the Board dig him out by financing even better players coming to the Club. I imagine there will be the same response to the current fiasco.
