Calling all real ale and proper football lovers: RAPFA opening day meeting
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:beer:The Essex branch of RAPFA will be doing their pre-match suppin in the Queens Rd Social Club !!:beer:
BornOnShorehamStreet
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The Rutland is rubbish - I go in there every home game to prove it...
I'd go somewhere else if I were you lot, oh, and by the way, that's my seat on the right in the far corner so gerrof!
Pinchy
Blade, not Bladey.
BRAPFA sends fraternal greetings to EBRAPFA.
Welcome comrades. I'm not sure they have RA in the QRSC though!
Welcome comrades. I'm not sure they have RA in the QRSC though!
bendylegs
Member
are you part of the old farts clubthe rutland is rubbish - i go in there every home game to prove it...
I'd go somewhere else if i were you lot, oh, and by the way, that's my seat on the right in the far corner so gerrof!
raul
On the right side of the wrong car
Do your pooing in the street outside like I do Ghandi.
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Founder member tbh...
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Founder member tbh...
Nick Jansky
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I watched a gig there recently, and all we could buy was cans of Red Stripe :-(
But it's the smell of stale piss I can't stand when I go in there to wash my hands after pooing outside.
Fucking Splitter!
Pinchy
Blade, not Bladey.
The quality of Monty is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the pitch beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives away the ball
and him that takes five minutes to control it.
JB. I'm no stranger to Kelham Island, especially The Tavern, where I often meet a tasty Farmer's Blonde!
I can't make it this weekend but certainly sometime soon after a game?
raul
On the right side of the wrong car
Dn't poo on your hands then - simples.
Ollessendro
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you popping down for a beer Raul?
BornOnShorehamStreet
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finalised agenda
Muckers, plans for tomorrow.
12am KOC to give speach on satire, metaphors and similie's on City Hall steps
- followed by Trig's talk on basec speling and spell checking
- inspirational prep talk by 'it's just like watching Brazil' nutter from last weeks P&G
Pre game: Rutland Arms
Post game: Devonshire Cat
Later evening: Kleham Island Tavern/Fat Cat
All real ale and proper football loving Blades welcome. Drop me a PM if coming or if in any of locations look out for talk, dark haired lad in late 20's with beard (wearing old school 1970's yellow and brown Blades shirt) talking bollocks.
Beware of the we :heart: hoof brigade (last I heard they were planning a pro lager protest outside the Cremorne) and stay strong brothers. Hope to see you tomorrow.
Ollessendro aka KOC
Muckers, plans for tomorrow.
12am KOC to give speach on satire, metaphors and similie's on City Hall steps
- followed by Trig's talk on basec speling and spell checking
- inspirational prep talk by 'it's just like watching Brazil' nutter from last weeks P&G
Pre game: Rutland Arms
Post game: Devonshire Cat
Later evening: Kleham Island Tavern/Fat Cat
All real ale and proper football loving Blades welcome. Drop me a PM if coming or if in any of locations look out for talk, dark haired lad in late 20's with beard (wearing old school 1970's yellow and brown Blades shirt) talking bollocks.
Beware of the we :heart: hoof brigade (last I heard they were planning a pro lager protest outside the Cremorne) and stay strong brothers. Hope to see you tomorrow.
Ollessendro aka KOC
Ollessendro
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mek sure tha cums n sez ello then mucker
bricktop
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son
Jon Bon
Here's Jonny!
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IF a picture paints a thousand words
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show
The you I've come to know.
And if a face could launch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you;
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry
You come and pour yourself on me.
If a man could be two places at one time
I'd be with you tomorrow and today
beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving
spinning, spinning slowly down to die
I'd spend the end with you
And when the world was through
Then one by one the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away.
Who loves ya baby..?
Then why can't I paint you?
The words will never show
The you I've come to know.
And if a face could launch a thousand ships
Then where am I to go?
There's no one home but you;
You're all that's left me too.
And when my love for life is running dry
You come and pour yourself on me.
If a man could be two places at one time
I'd be with you tomorrow and today
beside you all the way.
If the world should stop revolving
spinning, spinning slowly down to die
I'd spend the end with you
And when the world was through
Then one by one the stars would all go out
Then you and I would simply fly away.
Who loves ya baby..?
Pinchy
Blade, not Bladey.
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
We still have judgment here; that we but teach
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return
To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
To our own lips. He's here in double trust;
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his murderer shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself. Besides, this Duncan
Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
So clear in his great office, that his virtues
Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other.
Rodley
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There once was a man called Enis...
Or...
YGGYFHKIN!!!!
Or...
YGGYFHKIN!!!!
raul
On the right side of the wrong car
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
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'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
[hide]
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
Nick Jansky
Well-Known Member
I'm in love with next door's dog
Next door's dog, next door's dog
I'm in love with next door's dog
Smell my fingers.
Next door's dog, next door's dog
I'm in love with next door's dog
Smell my fingers.
Notts Blade
New Member
Score flash, happiness
We cry out, Sheffield Wednesday
Fucked it up again
We cry out, Sheffield Wednesday
Fucked it up again
Rodley
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Quinn, Monty, McDonald and Laing
Thought the midfield looked particularly strong today. Quinn is an outstanding player at this level and looks head and shoulders above the two opposition so far. We really need to hang onto him. I think Montgomery and McDonald looks a Championship pairing in the centre. The former unencumbered by the responsibility of playing forward passes demonstrated his engine, anticipation and positioning. He really is a player of limited ability who has worked really hard on other aspects of his game.
In McDonald we have a player with guile, range and presence. He could really make us tick and looks a fantastic prospect. Having Montgomery sitting behind him really gives him the opportunity to push forward (see the second half) and slide the ball forward. It really looks good and as a partnership will only improve.
I think Laing looks raw and lost his position occasionly, but critically he's got power, pace and a decent engine. I think he could be a handful with some coaching.
Again it was poor opposition (or decent opposition with a bizarre 4-6-0 formation) but we controlled the game and bar a couple of shaky moments we're playing decent football with a bit of bite. Really enjoyed it today and though there are areas to improved, the new signings look good and the football much more progressive. Oh and Wednesday lost!
UTB WIZAAAAAAAAARDS!!!
Thought the midfield looked particularly strong today. Quinn is an outstanding player at this level and looks head and shoulders above the two opposition so far. We really need to hang onto him. I think Montgomery and McDonald looks a Championship pairing in the centre. The former unencumbered by the responsibility of playing forward passes demonstrated his engine, anticipation and positioning. He really is a player of limited ability who has worked really hard on other aspects of his game.
In McDonald we have a player with guile, range and presence. He could really make us tick and looks a fantastic prospect. Having Montgomery sitting behind him really gives him the opportunity to push forward (see the second half) and slide the ball forward. It really looks good and as a partnership will only improve.
I think Laing looks raw and lost his position occasionly, but critically he's got power, pace and a decent engine. I think he could be a handful with some coaching.
Again it was poor opposition (or decent opposition with a bizarre 4-6-0 formation) but we controlled the game and bar a couple of shaky moments we're playing decent football with a bit of bite. Really enjoyed it today and though there are areas to improved, the new signings look good and the football much more progressive. Oh and Wednesday lost!
UTB WIZAAAAAAAAARDS!!!
I agree with that. I've always thought that Monty looks better the more limited his role is. Some of his jobs on high profile opposition are testament to that. MacDonald looked quality, always looking for the clever pass. He came undone when he tried to force a throughball or cross that wasn't on, but overall was superb.
I meet Ollie after the match too, nice bloke!
I meet Ollie after the match too, nice bloke!
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Did he think we played like Brazil?
Wards
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[video=youtube_share;Z7DpteDKfaQ]http://youtu.be/Z7DpteDKfaQ[/video]
It was like this behind me today!
It was like this behind me today!
He didn't say, but he reckons his shed has got a nice new roof.
Ollessendro
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were you sat at the back of the Kop? I had some numpty moaning about us defedning too deep and "looking like the away team' when we were 2 nil up and professionally seeing out the game. Ten minutes to go, 2 nowt up and heading for a clean sheet and 3 points. Yet this pillock was not happy and wanted us to attack, attack, attack.
Indeed
See my match report (it's just like watching Brazil ......)Similar threads
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