"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY COAT'S TOO LONG? LISTEN, MATE, AT LEAST I'LL BE BLOODY WARM..." |
MY PARTIAL, IMPARTIAL VIEW... |
THE PLAYERS BEGIN TO TIRE AS THEY NEAR THE PLAYING AREA... |
"LOOK, THERE'S SOMEBODY NOT CARRYING A BEER..." |
COOPER HOPES I DIDN'T SEE HIM CHUCK THE BALL AT EDWARDS... |
MUST BE SERIOUS, MR BRIGGS HAS REMOVED HIS HEAD COVERING... |
FROM THE SAFETY OF THE SHELTER, A STANDING SPECTATOR GAVE MR FITTER (IN BLUENOSE HAT) SOME VERBAL ASSAULTS. GOOD NATURED, I'M SURE... |
HUDDLING RAIDERS... |
DEARDS AND CRESWELL DISCUSS THE SITUATION ON THE UKRAINE BORDER... |
"I CAN HIT THE CROSSBAR FROM HERE WITH MY HANDS IN MY POCKETS..." BEING A BLUES FAN, MR FITTER KNOWS HOW TOUGH IT IS TO ACTUALLY SCORE... (ODDLY, BLUES DID, THREE TIMES ON THIS DAY...) |
THE PYDOG & THE BODGING HUDDLE OUT OF THE SWIRLING STUDLEY WIND... |
"BRAINY, YOU'RE NOT COMING IN HERE 'TIL YOU'VE GOT YOUR BLEEDIN' SHIRT ON..." |
"GET ON THERE CONNOR & WIN US A LATE FREE-KICK FOR COOPER TO SCORE FROM & WIN THE GAME..." HE DID THAT BUT COOPER SHOT TOO HIGH FROM THE RESULTING SET-PIECE... |
THE REF IS ABOUT TO CAUTION MURPHY... |
"GIMME YOUR PEN REF & I'LL BOOK HIM..." |
WEIRD TO SEE THE OLD GRANDSTAND GONE... |
SEE? THERE'S A GANTRY AT STUDLEY. MR FITTER, PLEASE ATTACH WHEELS & SHIFT IT FOR ME TO FILM FROM BY THE NEXT TIME I VSIT THE BEEHIVE... CHEERS... |
THE SHEEP ENJOY THE QUIET BEFORE THE STORM... |
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