Handshakes

No handshakes at start

Until goals are scored with glee

Team hugs are OK?

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n.b. How dumb are the football authorities? Ross Barkley at Chelsea was right in there on Sunday after every goal scored against his former team, Everton, embracing, pressing his head like a young bullock into the juvenile herd. In the olden days a handshake was often quite enough. Thank you for the recognition, chums.

BBC Match of the Day 2 ended its programme yesterday with top celebrations. I switched the programme off at this point. They showed the best ever celebration at the start of the programme; Dennis Law after his back-heeled goal for Manchester City that confirmed relegation of Manchester United in the 1970s. Dennis Law just walked back to position for the re-start despite the attention of his joyous team-mates.

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CLP 09/03/2020

By Tomorrow

Valentine’s Day will

Have slipt over horizon

And football returns

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n.b. Perfect timing, a home fixture on 15th February! A good excuse for a quiet night in and an early night, for tomorrow there is a match to be played and all this 🌹forgotten.

(Of course, everyday is Valentine’s Day. Love to everyone, where ever you are xx).

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CLP 14/02/2020

“Football? I don’t get it”

Our talk turned to football

As it would sat at “The Cricketers”

In Small Heath on the hill

On a February afternoon

Carrying snow in the air

Close to frost on the ground

“I follow The Blues. Ever since my father took me along.

I was twelve then, in 1954

But I like football generally

You know?”

‘I do’ I said

And our match was made

For 90 minutes

With time added on

For good company

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n.b. Either you get it, or you don’t. Danny, aged 77 is still 12 years old when he talks football. “Owh! Just look at his face! Look at his face!” as Barry Davies re-marked during a BBC Match of the Day commentary many years ago. You can see the light in the eyes.

I only met Danny yesterday and probably won’t ever see him again, but what a great conversationalist.

CLP 12/02/2020

On Football Car Parking

Do you want your car looking after, sir?

During the match, sir?

Only half a crown, sir?

Not to bother, son. I’ve a dog. See?

Ah yeah! That’s a great big dog, sir

Fierce too, I bet.

His name’s Vicious, if you need a clue

Yep, he looks like a smart dog

Tell me, sir

Can your fierce, smart dog put out a car fire?

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n.b. Moral: Pay the boy and your car will be still where you parked it and in good condition when the match is over.

n.n.b. Thank you to Danny for the joke.

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CLP 12/02/2020

On the Weekend (IX)

Wet Sunday Morning

Porridge, tea and toast, Sports Mail

Time for studying

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n.b. I was very lucky as a child to be sent the Sports Mail each week by my grandfather (Grampy). At a young age and living a distance from Fratton Park this regular diet of football news, results and statistics sustained and fuelled my interest in Pompey.

Despite the thin content of the writing these days, I still enjoy spending time skipping through this publication, one of a few specialist, local football newspapers that remain in the country. No longer rushed out on a Saturday evening, but produced for Sunday morning distribution, it remains a rare treat at weekends.

Of course the back page with the match results, names of goal-scorers, ground attendances and league tables consumes most of my attention. I particularly like seeing how many goals were scored in the last minute (90th) of the games.

This week there were ten last minute goals, including two for Aveley that decided the FA Trophy match in their favour against Chelmsford, (attendance 811).

CLP 09/02/2020