What was Paul Jewell's beef?

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In an act of sadism I found myself watching this earlier tonight.



Why did Jewell go apeshit at 08:37 when the ball went out?
 

In an act of sadism I found myself watching this earlier tonight.



Why did Jewell go apeshit at 08:37 when the ball went out?



Unless you are a Wigan fan and tied up a United fan and pushed his eyelids open with matchsticks whilst forcing him to watch this, its masochism.
 
You know, when Stead bravely headed in the equaliser I thought we were going to do it. I really did.

Then the penalty came, and I saw Unsworth, misser of penalty for us against Blackburn, coming up to take it. I saw immediately that we were going down in tragic circumstances again, and there was nothing we could do about it.

I felt physically sick during the second half, and would never watch any footage of that game.
 
You know, when Stead bravely headed in the equaliser I thought we were going to do it. I really did.

Then the penalty came, and I saw Unsworth, misser of penalty for us against Blackburn, coming up to take it. I saw immediately that we were going down in tragic circumstances again, and there was nothing we could do about it.

I felt physically sick during the second half, and would never watch any footage of that game.

I too can't /won't watch it, but I never ever felt it would go wrong, right up until the miss about two mins after the goal. Once Danny hit the post I retired to the Gents in the South Stand and came out again only for injury time.

The horror. TFG haven't yet and will never be able to beat their work on that day.
 
I too can't /won't watch it, but I never ever felt it would go wrong, right up until the miss about two mins after the goal. Once Danny hit the post I retired to the Gents in the South Stand and came out again only for injury time.

The horror. TFG haven't yet and will never be able to beat their work on that day.

Personally, I think Chelsea was worse, because it was a stomach punch you never saw coming, and more results had to go against us, plus the events at Everton were something else. Took me longer to get over that one...
 
Don't flip the bird at them, please.

Last season - two finals in two countries in eight days. 1000 + miles of railway based travel and expenditure, two quite different types of despair wrought.

For me, they've nowt left, nothing. Fuck em, fuck their parents and fuck their fututre generations for years to come.







And their Mum's are shit shags.
 
Personally, I think Chelsea was worse, because it was a stomach punch you never saw coming, and more results had to go against us, plus the events at Everton were something else. Took me longer to get over that one...

I was thinking about your 1938 story and don't think it quite fits the "buggering it up from a strong position" criteria.

On that last Saturday, it was out of our hands as we had to rely on both Coventry and Man Utd both not getting maximum points from their last two games, even if we won at Southampton. This was more of a "we still can't do it even when the other teams mess up situation" which I think is unique in the cub's history.

The long nights just fly by at my house....
 
I'd rather watch the Paul Jewell sex tape again than a nanosecond of that game.
 

i cant watch that game it makes me want to smash scudmaores face into a pile of red shit
 
Such pain. After Stead scored and nearly got his head knocked off, he had a right chance on a volley inside the box. I'm convinced he would have scored if not groggy. Oh and we should have had a blatant penalty from McCulloch.
 
Such pain. After Stead scored and nearly got his head knocked off, he had a right chance on a volley inside the box. I'm convinced he would have scored if not groggy. Oh and we should have had a blatant penalty from McCulloch.

This is masochistic, but does anyone have a clip of Webber hitting the post. I have never seen that.
 
This is masochistic, but does anyone have a clip of Webber hitting the post. I have never seen that.

I have the whole match on video. The one time my mum figured out how to record off Sky and she records that.

I've never watched it.
 
I have the whole match on video. The one time my mum figured out how to record off Sky and she records that.

I've never watched it.

Well, technically you did watch it, just not your own recorded version, as I seem to remember you got chucked out of the away end and watched the rest in the pub.

Miserable day. I still maintain it was the worst 90 minutes of my life because the whole agony was stretched out painfully across the entire match. But the Chelsea game was the bigger hammer blow, because as mentioned above, it took so many different results to go against us, and even then we were okay, right up until that biggest-hammer-blow-of-them-all with the VERY LAST KICK OF THE SEASON.
 
Well, technically you did watch it, just not your own recorded version, as I seem to remember you got chucked out of the away end and watched the rest in the pub.

Indeed. I ended up in a pub on London Road but the weather was so bad the reception was scrambled to fuck. Every now and then the gurning mug of Emile Heskey was visible but that was about it.
 
Indeed. I ended up in a pub on London Road but the weather was so bad the reception was scrambled to fuck. Every now and then the gurning mug of Emile Heskey was visible but that was about it.

The most symbolic image of that day was the miserable walk in the rain back to the station and seeing a couple of red balloons bobbing around in a puddle at the bottom of the steps next to that giant urinal, sorry, water feature, presumably discarded by some tearful kid who had started the day so full of optimism.
 
I have the whole match on video. The one time my mum figured out how to record off Sky and she records that.

I've never watched it.

I didn't go and I remember it being a wet day in north London and walking the dogs up Falkland Road just before full time and, as I picked up dog shit, confidently expecting us to have stayed up and looking forward to watching the highlights on MOTD.

I got in, put on the computer, got the score and didn't watch the highlights...
 
The most symbolic image of that day was the miserable walk in the rain back to the station and seeing a couple of red balloons bobbing around in a puddle at the bottom of the steps next to that giant urinal, sorry, water feature, presumably discarded by some tearful kid who had started the day so full of optimism.

It was just shit from start to finish.
 
Looking at the video posted at the top, Webber should have scored right at the end when Stead got in the low cross across the six yard box :-(
 
Much as I dislike the man, I had a lot of respect for Jewell at the end of this one, walking to Kenny to comfort him at the end, being booed every step of the way by the Kop.
 
I too can't /won't watch it, but I never ever felt it would go wrong, right up until the miss about two mins after the goal. Once Danny hit the post I retired to the Gents in the South Stand and came out again only for injury time.

The horror. TFG haven't yet and will never be able to beat their work on that day.



What happened that day was a minor blip compared with 2nd May 1981.
 
Oh great, now I have an erection.
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