Fishy Team

Just for light relief we might form a team :-

                                         Gk  Les Brechin  Knows his posts

Bk 4  Fishfanny one whiff of danger and he's at em  GrimRob solid in defence  Kingston Mariner solid as a rock Grim exile Out of town dweller but there when you need him  

Mid field  DB loads of crosses   Incognito never seen but always their  Forza Ivano   driving force  Ginnywings  always down the byline

Up front the two ronnies            RonRaffertyFanclub and Ron Mariner

Manager [color=blue] sca face Just the sight of him puts fear into the team

Physio  Fillipe Noche He knows no bounds

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Not meant to be controversial but a bit of humour in these dark hours.. If I have offend you it was not done on purpose so I apologise now.

PR....Getyourfactsright

With my (lack of) football skill I don't even deserve to be on the bench or even the youth team for that matter 😂

Two Ronnies up front would be an improvement.

Where would you play someone who knows intercourse all?

By the way did you say we would win 2-0?

Quoted from RonMariner

Two Ronnies up front would be an improvement.

Agreed and they are both dead.

Quoted from arryarryarry

Where would you play someone who knows intercourse all?

By the way did you say we would win 2-0?

A/ First team dressing room

B/ I did, I'm an optimist

Quoted from BenBB

With my (lack of) football skill I don't even deserve to be on the bench or even the youth team for that matter 😂

Their is absolutely no way I believe this. You can only be better than the drivel that's been dished up in the name of professional footballer these last  few games.

Quoted from BenBB

With my (lack of) football skill I don't even deserve to be on the bench or even the youth team for that matter 😂

Congratulations you start against Newport.

Jeez, you want me in midfield?! I'm worse than some of ours (and we know how bad some of those are!)

You need Poojah in there for a good half time hairdryer treatment

“Midfield: DB Loads of crosses” 😂😂😂

Ipswin brought in to give Hurst advice  

Quoted from Incognito

Jeez, you want me in midfield?! I'm worse than some of ours (and we know how bad some of those are!)

You do yourself an injustice, nobody is that bad. Lets face it there being paid and you'd volunteer ( I hope).

I'm a left winger as you know.

Having just retired from walking footy I reckon I could come on as last minute sub to see the folly of assuming job done. Doh!  Bunch of twerps.

Quoted from DB

Their is absolutely no way I believe this. You can only be better than the drivel that's been dished up in the name of professional footballer these last  few games.

Well I did win a prize when I played on Wybers field under the GTFC 'Football In The Community' after-school kids club thing.

Got to go to Blundell Park in the pouring rain and get signatures from the squad with a GTFC branded signature book.

I think it was a sympathy prize though 😂

Quoted from mariner83

Congratulations you start against Newport.

Gaffer tape a fishing rod with a can of beer on the hook to my back and I'll give it a shot.

I might even get to see Dave Moore a few times up and close.

Quoted from ginnywings

I'm a left winger as you know.

You will fit strait in at left back then. Better than me  am usually left back in the dressing room  

Quoted from DB

Just for light relief we might form a team :-

                                         Gk  Les Brechin  Knows his posts

Bk 4  Fishfanny one whiff of danger and he's at em  GrimRob solid in defence  Kingston Mariner solid as a rock Grim exile Out of town dweller but there when you need him  

Mid field  DB loads of crosses   Incognito never seen but always their  Forza Ivano   driving force  Ginnywings  always down the byline

Up front the two ronnies            RonRaffertyFanclub and Ron Mariner

Manager [color=blue] sca face Just the sight of him puts fear into the team

Physio  Fillipe Noche He knows no bounds

Subs tThe rest of the forumites


Not meant to be controversial but a bit of humour in these dark hours.. If I have offend you it was not done on purpose so I apologise now.

Legs have gone on a few of those, DB.

Quoted from 137

Legs have gone on a few of those, DB.

They probably move better than that sh.it of a team.

To reflect reality, we need a few “injured players” and “some real duffers” in the team.

Not going to select any of the former, but posters from other local teams would easily fit into the second category.  We all know who they are!  😄😀😄

I'm totally out of position in central defence being only 5'6"!

I'm not as mobile as I used to be, both knees fooked and 54 yrs old now. I might be ok as an injury time sub though 😜

It's not just my legs that have gone.....

Quoted from GrimRob

I'm totally out of position in central defence being only 5'6"!

The new Dave Boylen, then?

Quoted from 137

Legs have gone on a few of those, DB.

That’s the least of the problems as far as I’m concerned. I wasn’t good enough to even get in the Bursar Street Junior School team. It was all downhill after that.

Put it this way, my skill at football was so bad that I loved playing rugby.

Quoted from KingstonMariner

That’s the least of the problems as far as I’m concerned. I wasn’t good enough to even get in the Bursar Street Junior School team. It was all downhill after that.

Put it this way, my skill at football was so bad that I loved playing rugby.

Wouldn't worry about not making  the Bursar Street Junior School team.

I played one game for them - with instructions to leather the ball in the general direction of the opponents' goal if the said sphere
happened to be in my locality. Shrewd tactics, you may say, but at that age my eye-foot coordination meant 3 air-kicks out of 4 attempts.
It wasn't much fun for me, so I told the teacher I didn't want to play again.

Things were only slightly better at Clee Grammar.
Coerced into playing right-back in the house team, I was always facing someone quicker and more skilful than myself. So when the winger knocked
it past me I'd grass him rather than turn round and run after him forlornly. I was a thinking player, you see.
The late Owen Roberts told me I was the dirtiest player he'd ever seen in all his years teaching. He was prone to exaggerate for dramatic impact.
Ended up banished to the hockey team in the 6th form.

Have always felt that if Owen Roberts had spotted and nurtured my talents I might have been the next Chopper Harris, but some things aren't meant to be...

Well I don't know how to tell you all the bad news. As you know Hursty has made many new signings and, it would appear, none of us were good enough to be considered.

Perhaps too many admitted their legs had gone, I made too many cross's, Rob wasn't tall enough and Ginny spent all his time being a left winger! Alas we will never know why he left us out of his plans.

So we'll just have to have a glass of our favourite tipple handy on Saturday as we watch or listen to the match, whist we contemplate what Hursty has missed in not signing anyone of us,

Many years ago I was selected for a maximum of 2 sub appearances in the school team.  

I was left -footed so put on the left wing.  A combination of muddy pitches, a very heavy wet leather ball and my weak feeble build meant that I was not strong enough to cross the ball from the wing to the middle.  Embarrassing.

I was better off in kickabouts as a LB clogger, stopping anyone who could play.  With tenacity rather than with any skill.

Quoted from 137

Wouldn't worry about not making  the Bursar Street Junior School team.

I played one game for them - with instructions to leather the ball in the general direction of the opponents' goal if the said sphere
happened to be in my locality. Shrewd tactics, you may say, but at that age my eye-foot coordination meant 3 air-kicks out of 4 attempts.
It wasn't much fun for me, so I told the teacher I didn't want to play again.

Things were only slightly better at Clee Grammar.
Coerced into playing right-back in the house team, I was always facing someone quicker and more skilful than myself. So when the winger knocked
it past me I'd grass him rather than turn round and run after him forlornly. I was a thinking player, you see.
The late Owen Roberts told me I was the dirtiest player he'd ever seen in all his years teaching. He was prone to exaggerate for dramatic impact.
Ended up banished to the hockey team in the 6th form.

Have always felt that if Owen Roberts had spotted and nurtured my talents I might have been the next Chopper Harris, but some things aren't meant to be...

So what you’re saying is you were sh¡t and you still got in the team - to quote the chant  ‘how sh¡t must you be I got in the team’ 😆

Quoted from KingstonMariner

So what you’re saying is you were sh¡t and you still got in the team - to quote the chant  ‘how sh¡t must you be I got in the team’ 😆

(sigh) Another one who doesn't recognize the value that an ability-deficient cold-blooded footballing assassin can bring to a team.

You don't see the Argentine national team step out onto the pitch without at least one such individual in their back line....  

Good old football eh.  I played for nigh on 20 years and scored two goals.  The first was very memorable.

I'd been subbed so was not in the best of moods. We had one spectator; a QPR fan who was apparently still leathered from the night before.  He stank of stale booze, cigarette smoke and pungent garlic. Why he was still up was beyond me and why anyone one would watch Sunday league on such a bitter morning was unfathomable.  As he engaged me in conversation I kept stepping back and he kept advancing like a Harvey Weinstein looking for new talent.  The bitter wind cut though my bones and numbed my extremities. The game was looking like a 0-0 draw so i prayed for the end.  At least I wouldn't have to wash my kit that week - every cloud and all that.  Les, the manager told me to warm up. I was surprised and listened to his tactical instructions: "just run around in midfield".  I could do that. Normally, I played fullback - left or right as I was a versatile player . I was happy to run about in the middle of the park.  Hopefully, it would get some feeling back in my pinkies. Then a miracle happened.  I was in the 18 yard box and the ball came from somewhere and bounced with an almighty thud right in front of me.  If you've ever had a car accident you will understand what I mean when I say everything slowed down.  Through my peripheral vision, I could see the rest of the players rooted to the spot.  All I could hear my best mate shout, "go on Keith!" I really didn't know what I was doing. This wasn't blocking a cross.  This wasn't slide tackling a winger. I lunged towards the ball with about much finesse as a drunk up elephant. The next thing I heard was the net ripple. It was my turn to be rooted as the rest of the world fast forwarded to normal speed. I experienced a few hours of glory until in the local rag they'd got my name completely wrong.

Quoted from DB

Well I don't know how to tell you all the bad news. As you know Hursty has made many new signings and, it would appear, none of us were good enough to be considered.

Perhaps too many admitted their legs had gone, I made too many cross's, Rob wasn't tall enough and Ginny spent all his time being a left winger! Alas we will never know why he left us out of his plans.

So we'll just have to have a glass of our favourite tipple handy on Saturday as we watch or listen to the match, whist we contemplate what Hursty has missed in not signing anyone of us,

I reckon my brain tumour op when they had to remove a part of my skull played a bit of a part in his decision on me.  

Stick or twist?