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Originally Posted by Sprout:
Originally Posted by moonie:
Originally Posted by Sprout:
Originally Posted by moonie:
Originally Posted by Sprout:

Seventh, just above us and 11 points the difference 

Who lost today *whistles*

Shurritt! 

Well, at least you aren't in a fight against relegation

We keep losing we might bloody well be! 

Nah, no chance

Moonie
Originally Posted by Sprout:
Originally Posted by moonie:
Originally Posted by Sprout:
Originally Posted by moonie:
Originally Posted by Sprout:

Seventh, just above us and 11 points the difference 

Who lost today *whistles*

Shurritt! 

Well, at least you aren't in a fight against relegation

We keep losing we might bloody well be! 

Not this season. There are too many clubs who are poor this year.

 

Enthusiastic Contrafibularities
Originally Posted by Sprout:
Originally Posted by moonie:

Sorry, OT for a mo......Darts on the radio? WTF is that all about

LOL! One of the most odder ones to put on there 

It was almost a bad as when a commentator, in the days of black and white telly, said something like..the green is the ball next too the brown(snooker)

Moonie
Last edited by Moonie

No disrespect to Eusebio........

I promised Bolton Fan. This is my prototype article. Mrs Jer is currently proof reading it! Hope it's not to large.

When the rain comes down! as seen by Ernst Max.

Well done everybody! An exceptional turn out in such bad weather, and some of you were under the weather too!  We saw the New Year in with Bolton supporters, on top of the hills, a few hundred feet above Big Fat Sam’s, and thus were able to watch a colourful pyrotechnic display filling the sky above Manchester, Wigan, and Bolton itself, not forgetting the occasional Chinese lantern floating over on the way to Burnley. One hopes that the good people of Nelson had stirrup pumps ready to put out the fires. Our very generous host had put on a barrel of real ale, unlimited champagne, and superb food. His snooker room doubled as a shrine to the Wanderers with signed shirts and footballs a plenty. A most entertaining and diverse group were present, consisting of a gentleman Middlesbrough supporter, a charming Scottish guy with a magic hip flask of whiskey which never emptied, academics, and some of the great political thinkers of our time, but most importantly a master brewer and founder of one of the local independent breweries. I had expected a deep and serious discussion about the game, but short of being informed that the β€˜Boro would lose 2-1, the major football conversation surrounded a Mr. Nicholas Anelka and his apparent use of Quenelles.  

Came the afternoon, and after a visit to a local pub, where our search of a sneck lifter resulted in more real ale at a bargain Β£2.50 a pint, we took one of the feeder buses, which literally went all around the houses.  Not the sort of journey enjoyed by people who have taken a fair amount on board, but better than having to drive and park.

I have visited the Reebok on several occasions, not all for football related reasons, and have never ceased to be impressed by the stadium, but Oh Dear! Bolton got it completely wrong this time.

As the game progressed it became increasingly difficult to make sense of play at the other end of the pitch, such was the brightness of the rolling electronic advertising boards. They must be destroyed.   Let us never criticise our own Riverside giant television screen for compared to the shoddy Bolton service, ours is a world beater. Bolton’s gave little information, had an unusual countdown timer and I didn’t see any substitution information, but maybe I wasn’t looking at the right time. No audible announcements were made either.

A dream start to the game, as in an almost invisible set of circumstances, Carayol scored!  Cue lots of EIOS! Ten minutes later Curtis Main dribbled around a defender and the goalkeeper to tap the ball in the net! The crowd went berserk! Game, set, and match! An absolute certain nailed on victory with more goals to come. Meanwhile, one couldn’t help but notice that our fans were booing one of their defenders every time he touched the ball, but why? Had he once played for Newcastle? Had one of his closest relations been seen shopping in Sunderland? No! It was the Bolton fans booing Zat Knight, a man who they held responsible for both goals. My mistake, but they were such a quiet crowd.  In fact we forgot that they were there.

Bolton were as poor as their moaning fans had described in the Bolton News Letters column, and yet at some time during the first half we totally switched off. Suddenly Bolton were strong, Bolton were not giving up without a fight. They had several chances, and the ball bounced repeatedly around our box. Of course they scored and unfortunately we had a great view of it.

The second half found us at times under extreme pressure and I feel that Freedman made a huge mistake in making two substitutions after an hour. The pressure lifted and gave us a bit of breathing space. By now the brightness of the advertising, especially when a certain betting organisation featured, and when combined with the rain became too much and I couldn’t make head nor tail of play at the opposite end.

Meanwhile at our end, Middlesbrough made an occasional foray, but the strike force looked increasingly lightweight. The Duke was repeatedly knocked to the ground, hauled back, and generally manhandled, whilst a nearby lady screamed β€œGerroff β€˜im! Gerroff β€˜im!” as though the Bolton centre backs were beating him up outside The Rock Garden. The referee took no notice whatsoever and at this point I formed the opinion that Bolton would get their equaliser even if the referee had to head it in himself.  The team could have done with the lumbering presence of an Ishmael Miller, a robust striker who could have put the Bolton defence on their backsides.

What seemed like a distant game of pinball in our penalty area resulted in yet another conceded ninetieth minute goal. Two thousand people were heard to shout β€œQuenelle!”  It didn’t make the news though.   

Afterwards the Wanderers fans were convinced that the referee had been involved in a conspiracy against them! There are obvious parallels between our two clubs. Their local paper was full of news about an increasing debt as a result of relegation, and featured correspondents bemoaning the Bolton defence and talking of relegation as a given. Our own whinging, stay away supporters could only dream of such quality pessimism.   

Garage Joe

Not a bad summary of the game although the reason Zat Knight was booed was because your player didn't dribble round him - Knight inexplicably decided to pass back to our goalkeeper who was on the edge of the penalty area. Knight neither bothered to check where our goalie was, nor did he communicate with him verbally. He was dropped by Freedman until recently because of his rather erratic decision making.  And that's putting it politely.  

Bolton Fan
Originally Posted by Garage Joe:
I've just caught up on the complete FA Cup highlights. EC must think I'm a total div!
I apologise to him for mixing up my Sheffield teams.

 

 I had a little chuckle GJ because I have just found your two posts. Not a problem - I thought you were doing a Vincent Tam on me with the shirt colour changes .

 

Have a read of this I found on the BBC. It's a poor bit of spelling and construction.

 

Enthusiastic Contrafibularities
Originally Posted by Garage Joe:
Good luck! Hope you win!
For some unknown reason Blackpool are 2/1 to beat us at home. The bookies must be privvy to secret info. Alas! I can't go but an ready to get our tickets for Doncaster as soon as they are on sale.

 

 Cheers.

 

We beat Blackpool 2-0 in our last league game and they are on a poor run of form away so you should be good for the win. Doncaster should be another win as they are sinking like a stone at the moment.

 

 

Enthusiastic Contrafibularities

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