Tarnished goods lusty. It's not for me. I'm off a few adventures with the missus for the month.
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I'm really looking forward to it, especially the games in the refurbed Khalifa Stadium. I played league there in 78/79 when it was fairly new and the original pitch had an early version of artificial grass which affected the bounce. The worst bit was that it tended to take skin off when you did a slide tackle and due to "muscle memory" (where we tend to go in the same way every time) it would scab over and then rip off the scab the following week - and after a few weeks of that I was developing a hole in my leg so I had to bandage up before every game. I am sure it's going to be lush and airconned nowadays but it was f*****g hot, humid and painful when I was playing there.
The indigenous population would not do for me lusty, I found them duplicitous to say the least.
Good that you've got a decent replacement coach in right away Sub, our coaches don't impress me, in fact we have a coach and a player manager, and I'm not sure which of them actually runs it, but between them they're certainly making a pig's ear of it. For instance, just by chance 3 of our numerous midfield players were on the pitch together for the last 20 minutes against Newcastle and we ran riot, scoring 5 goals in those 20 minutes. Since when we've spluttered and stuttered and lost a couple of games we needed to win, and our management team has chosen not to play those three together again, despite them all being available and the team misfiring game after game.
But what do I know, there must be a very good reason for it, mustn't there.
" the UK is hardly squeaky clean on the human rights/racism/homophobia/endangering workers front what with 12k Brits dying every year just from work-related lung conditions and 1.7 million with long term work related illnesses let alone guest workers drowning in Morecambe Bay, imprisoned by gangmasters, human slave trafficking or British soldiers being found guilty of torturing and murdering POWs."
Surely this is the solution to the illegal immigration crisis that our Home Secretary has been searching for ? Get the above translated into Albanian, plaster it on to a couple of hundred billboards strategically sited on the French coast and bob's your uncle. On reading that any sensible Albanian would surely say to himself, in Albanian of course, 'Feck that for a game of soldiers, I'm going back to Tirana'.
Job done, and it's author would receive the effusive thanks of a grateful government and nation.
Just run a constant video in the camps showing their autistic kids being locked up and sedated in an NHS hospital or the mold and damp on their likely flat in not levelled up Rochdale where their kid will be dead before he's three.
The Mayor of Calais said this week Britain needs to stop being an attractive place for illegals to come to. She was kidding - right?
Well they're still coming over in their thousands, so she wasn't kidding was she. There they sit on the French beaches, and they can't wait to get to Treasure Island. What is it with you Lefties, always moaning and whinging about our green and pleasant land, even threatening to go and live somewhere else, although strangely no Lefty ever does, and all the while it seems the entire world and his wife are busting a gut to get here.
Tell you what mon ami, why don't you and all your lefty mates, forever threatening to leave do just that. Feck off and live somewhere else, then there'd be plenty of room left for the rest of us and the immigrants to live in peace and quiet for a change.
...... '' our coaches don't impress me,'' Noooo, You have to have much more creativity.
I took our village lads, (we play 7 a side because not enough land for a football pitch 11 a side, in our Kibbutz.) It was an invitation to play 11 a side we got. Therefore my lads had never played 11 a side. Somehow I managed to gather 12 players, my 12th had 2 left feet I am sure!! But he loved to play . During the game we were loosing 3-1 ,what to do? So creativity! I told this lad to go some 40 yards down the pitch and when I waved my arm, to go onto the pitch. I signalled the ref for a substitution, then I called the player the farthest away from me to be substituted. ( he was playing at outside left! ) Everybody was watching him as he jogged towards me, I waved the lad some 40 yards way to go on the pitch. Then my outside left when he came to me I told him, ''Shoot more and sent him back'' so I played 12 against 11 , and still lost, and the ref ? ''well ,some mothers do ave 'em.''