For LEANNE!!!
Well its all good. Christmas is coming. New Year is coming (The sooner I get rid of this year the better) but best of all blog is back.
Since the last blog Winston came back to play year 10s, I had a goalscoring debut at the B house, started work at psr, Hegarty had the party of the year and GOT MY FIRST A!(Not in Psychology although soon it will be) I've continued in role as chef's technical assistant (pot washer) at the star, O.B. has gone under the knife and I drove the bus.
Well last week there was some incredible drama especially on the train. What started out as a leisurely pee turned into full scale war on the train. As I just started the door began to slide open and anxious of someone walking in I frantically pressed the close button. The next thing I see is the Ticket man thrust his arm in the door while I'm peeing and force door open asking me if my bike was in the way. At this point the toilet door was at its fully open state and I was still peeing. Next Thing O.B and Tom Howard come storming in the toilet calling the ticket man a peado and all sorts all the while I'm still peeing. 3 other people in the loo with me while I'm peeing. A murderous looking ticket man + 2 others. Eventually ticket man walked off in a huff and I stood in shock after my ordeal.
Also last week the most dramatic case of mistaken identity took place. Its a stupidly long story so here are the short facts. We were playing text game. Choose to text Alex Ware. He didn't have my number. Dave gave me his number. To increase my chances of winning I posed as a fit girl that had gone on his facebook. Very unalex like however his text back was very modest. Also unalex like was the fact he said that his name was Dave and he wasn't hot. As you can imagine Dave was livid. Following many more texts and phone calls Alex was playing dumb. We checked numbers many times. Then at the station. The penny dropped. With a thud. I got the last 2 digits the wrong was round so was texting some randomer called Dave with all sorts. In the end when I thought it was Alex after he asked: any pics?' I said 'Alex its whitby. lol. you can have a pic of my cock if you want ;) x'
Yesterday there was an equally amazing moment! Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. YES! Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City.Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City.Woking F.C 6-0 ST Albans City. Six Nil. All I can say is we gonna win the trophy cup!
JD Job Done, Job Done JD
22/11/2009
25/10/2009
this could be fun
Firstly today is dedicated to Callum as he is jetting of to St. Lucia with his girlfriend for a week. The jelous bones in my body a pumping. Secondally to my 2nd mother Tracey. To Grace and Emily. Finally however the biggest dedication has to go to the biggest most brilliant person in the world. If I could buy her a million pounds I would but I live in Goldsworth so she can dream on. A one in a billion. My 1st sister. Kelly.
Well Saturday began quite usually acctually. Mum shouting as per usual about mess here and mess there and the endless waves of my clothes that needed putting on hangers. As is the normal on Saturday though Tracey saved me and we made our way to Coulsdon to play a bit of football. We got there to find the smallest, grottiest, disgusting excuse for a dressing room. It was like being in one of those chicken farms when you are the chicken. Anyway we won 7-0 and I nearly came on out pitch.
Just for scott day I will write 'In the dressing room today ken told me he loved me.'
Then things got werid. The way home was a discussion of my love history. Fairly short but nevertheless quite dramatic. From Reception to Year 6 'relationships' to my awful lazytown adventures i've come a long way from the abusive countryfile/lazytown watcher. Then it was of to Epsom. Hegars taught me how to walk in the wind whilst still maintaining a high standad of hair. I unvieled a new style. I call it The Hegars Sidehawk.
All I will say is I didn't feel great afterwards. Plenty of drinks :D no cats!
Well Saturday began quite usually acctually. Mum shouting as per usual about mess here and mess there and the endless waves of my clothes that needed putting on hangers. As is the normal on Saturday though Tracey saved me and we made our way to Coulsdon to play a bit of football. We got there to find the smallest, grottiest, disgusting excuse for a dressing room. It was like being in one of those chicken farms when you are the chicken. Anyway we won 7-0 and I nearly came on out pitch.
Just for scott day I will write 'In the dressing room today ken told me he loved me.'
Then things got werid. The way home was a discussion of my love history. Fairly short but nevertheless quite dramatic. From Reception to Year 6 'relationships' to my awful lazytown adventures i've come a long way from the abusive countryfile/lazytown watcher. Then it was of to Epsom. Hegars taught me how to walk in the wind whilst still maintaining a high standad of hair. I unvieled a new style. I call it The Hegars Sidehawk.
All I will say is I didn't feel great afterwards. Plenty of drinks :D no cats!
11/10/2009
Freshers
Today is for the most amazing people. They know who they are and Mr Davis. Best blog in town.
Freshers was the night were I was meant to join the masses. The night that I was meant to have my ear pierced and then go hit Woking town. I backed out of ear piercing at the last minute and thought perhaps I'm better off going to do it at a professional place.
Freshers itself was not at all what I expected. I got there to see quite a nice looking place with different levels and not the sweat dripping from the cieling place I pictured in my mind. There was only one blip and predictably that came from my dickheadness. (if thats a word) Following a quick dance I went up the stairs to get a drink and completly stacked it. Once more a whole group of people were at the top of the stairs waiting for me to climb so my fall was in full veiw of about 20 people on top of the stairs and a few people behind me. Even worse I tried to make it stylish by getting on my feet and launching myself back up the stairs. Mistake.
In the end it was a decent night with more than I expected happening. On the way home however the nissan figaro appeared. The car of dreams to take us home. And that was that.
Sunday was work, work, work and more work.
Monday morning was problematic. Following Saturday's freshers Shane borrowed all my wax so I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror thinking 'Shit! What am I going to do now!' No matter though. I had a plan. My year and a half old morrisons own brand gel will come to my rescue so I put it in. Oh dear. Not good. Looked at the time and cursed again before half washing it out and heading to college.
Monday was the day I found myself start to enjoy college. I couldn't believe it. I'm finally starting to grow up. And another amazing thing happened in media. I conquered photoshop! After 3 years and desperate attempts from Mrs O'brien to try and get me to learn it happened. I wasn't taught however there is a secret. To learn photoshop you must sit infront of it for hours and think like photoshop. Get into the mindset of photoshop and you will defeat it. Like me.
I think we can end on that dramatic note.
Winston vs Old Winstoners. 4.15. 3G Pitch. All teachers and all people wanted.
Friday 16th October.
Jd x
Freshers was the night were I was meant to join the masses. The night that I was meant to have my ear pierced and then go hit Woking town. I backed out of ear piercing at the last minute and thought perhaps I'm better off going to do it at a professional place.
Freshers itself was not at all what I expected. I got there to see quite a nice looking place with different levels and not the sweat dripping from the cieling place I pictured in my mind. There was only one blip and predictably that came from my dickheadness. (if thats a word) Following a quick dance I went up the stairs to get a drink and completly stacked it. Once more a whole group of people were at the top of the stairs waiting for me to climb so my fall was in full veiw of about 20 people on top of the stairs and a few people behind me. Even worse I tried to make it stylish by getting on my feet and launching myself back up the stairs. Mistake.
In the end it was a decent night with more than I expected happening. On the way home however the nissan figaro appeared. The car of dreams to take us home. And that was that.
Sunday was work, work, work and more work.
Monday morning was problematic. Following Saturday's freshers Shane borrowed all my wax so I'm standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror thinking 'Shit! What am I going to do now!' No matter though. I had a plan. My year and a half old morrisons own brand gel will come to my rescue so I put it in. Oh dear. Not good. Looked at the time and cursed again before half washing it out and heading to college.
Monday was the day I found myself start to enjoy college. I couldn't believe it. I'm finally starting to grow up. And another amazing thing happened in media. I conquered photoshop! After 3 years and desperate attempts from Mrs O'brien to try and get me to learn it happened. I wasn't taught however there is a secret. To learn photoshop you must sit infront of it for hours and think like photoshop. Get into the mindset of photoshop and you will defeat it. Like me.
I think we can end on that dramatic note.
Winston vs Old Winstoners. 4.15. 3G Pitch. All teachers and all people wanted.
Friday 16th October.
Jd x
08/10/2009
The Mystery
Well today is dedicated to detective Leech, emma fucking hibbert and Graaaaaaaaaceeee. Also to Christina. Perhaps Courtney can squeeze in there too.
Firstly everyone at Cobham were in shock today as training was cancelled. The conspiracy theorists were out in force with all sorts of rumours circulating such as moles invading the training pitch or manuel returning to finish his fence when a bird peaked him to death however all of those are indeed false. After intensive detective work leechy cracked it. A bird shat on the clubhouse which lead to the whole club blowing up...or not.
Today began with a free period and the agonising decision. When I don't start normal time its so difficult. Do I leave early for the station and risk getting there to early and sitting there bored or leave it as late as possible so I can get straight on the train however run the risk of missing the train. Well today I got it wrong and got there far to early. Allana and Ollie B didn't come till later so I was left however I wasn't on my own. When you have your phone you are never alone. Now if I could change my last name I would want it to begin with B. For example Ollie B. Its all about the B! Imagine Ollie K or Ollie O. It doesn't have the ring. I want the B suffix in my name. Danny B. I like it!
I had Psychology first and stupidly went off to P.E cause I thought I had that so I was a couple minutes late. My error was punished with my seat not being saved. :P. Grace however did save the backup chair for me so it was all good. Media and P.E followed with Emma Hibbert giving me brain waves and Aqib giving me a standing ovation. That was college. No drama. No drama means good day.
Firstly everyone at Cobham were in shock today as training was cancelled. The conspiracy theorists were out in force with all sorts of rumours circulating such as moles invading the training pitch or manuel returning to finish his fence when a bird peaked him to death however all of those are indeed false. After intensive detective work leechy cracked it. A bird shat on the clubhouse which lead to the whole club blowing up...or not.
Today began with a free period and the agonising decision. When I don't start normal time its so difficult. Do I leave early for the station and risk getting there to early and sitting there bored or leave it as late as possible so I can get straight on the train however run the risk of missing the train. Well today I got it wrong and got there far to early. Allana and Ollie B didn't come till later so I was left however I wasn't on my own. When you have your phone you are never alone. Now if I could change my last name I would want it to begin with B. For example Ollie B. Its all about the B! Imagine Ollie K or Ollie O. It doesn't have the ring. I want the B suffix in my name. Danny B. I like it!
I had Psychology first and stupidly went off to P.E cause I thought I had that so I was a couple minutes late. My error was punished with my seat not being saved. :P. Grace however did save the backup chair for me so it was all good. Media and P.E followed with Emma Hibbert giving me brain waves and Aqib giving me a standing ovation. That was college. No drama. No drama means good day.
07/10/2009
It's Back!
Nearly 4 months have passed since the last blog. Today is dedicated to Uncle Jurgen, Every Rousell, Every Rideout, Every palmer, Tom Howard, Ollie and Charlie B and AQQQIIIIIBBBB! Finally To Mr Crowley and Scotty Crowley for fixing the tap.
College has started and if there is one thing I have learnt in my short time at college it is that public transport is so shit. Firstly I have to pay an adult ticket until I get this railcard so it costs £3.90 unless I get a child ticket and sit in the toilet all journey. Do I get my moneys worth on the train? NO! No I don't. All I get is Nearly 4 quids worth of fluff on the seats. I've made no secret of the fact that at the moment I don't particularly like college. I'm pretty sure I will adapt and get used to it but every day is a mission. Get through the day.
My daily commute to college involves a cycling up past winston and then down towards brookwood. Uneventful unless its raining. Then you get to the queue of cars who are stuck at the traffic lights. Now I'm not sure weather its the fact they are stuck in traffic that makes them cross but they are the biggest collective group of dicks I've ever seen. Do they leave room for cyclist? No! I am motor crossing my bike down a grassy bank to try and get to college. Once I past that it is pretty uneventful again.
Last time I blogged I was unemployed but not anymore! I have 2 jobs. Pot-washer on Sunday and Coach on Monday.
My favorite lesson is probably media. Purely cause we've got Torres, a leek and AQIB! Unfortunately for me doing Media involves me reopening my relationship with the hateful photo shop. Could there be a more horrible thing. I've never been able to use it and bar a miracle I never will.
The last week has been appalling as far as football goes. You think Paul Robinson has a bad record a against Arsenal well that's nothing compared to mine against Woking. In the 2 Games I've let in 15 goals against them. 7 in one and 8 in the other. On the bright side, Jon Boardman was playing for Woking. Quite humbling.
Finally Thank you to Tracey for taking me to matches. Dan for helping me turn into Mourinho. Uncle Jurgs for sorting me out and Kelly and Emily, Life saving legends
JD Job Done x
End of Post
College has started and if there is one thing I have learnt in my short time at college it is that public transport is so shit. Firstly I have to pay an adult ticket until I get this railcard so it costs £3.90 unless I get a child ticket and sit in the toilet all journey. Do I get my moneys worth on the train? NO! No I don't. All I get is Nearly 4 quids worth of fluff on the seats. I've made no secret of the fact that at the moment I don't particularly like college. I'm pretty sure I will adapt and get used to it but every day is a mission. Get through the day.
My daily commute to college involves a cycling up past winston and then down towards brookwood. Uneventful unless its raining. Then you get to the queue of cars who are stuck at the traffic lights. Now I'm not sure weather its the fact they are stuck in traffic that makes them cross but they are the biggest collective group of dicks I've ever seen. Do they leave room for cyclist? No! I am motor crossing my bike down a grassy bank to try and get to college. Once I past that it is pretty uneventful again.
Last time I blogged I was unemployed but not anymore! I have 2 jobs. Pot-washer on Sunday and Coach on Monday.
My favorite lesson is probably media. Purely cause we've got Torres, a leek and AQIB! Unfortunately for me doing Media involves me reopening my relationship with the hateful photo shop. Could there be a more horrible thing. I've never been able to use it and bar a miracle I never will.
The last week has been appalling as far as football goes. You think Paul Robinson has a bad record a against Arsenal well that's nothing compared to mine against Woking. In the 2 Games I've let in 15 goals against them. 7 in one and 8 in the other. On the bright side, Jon Boardman was playing for Woking. Quite humbling.
Finally Thank you to Tracey for taking me to matches. Dan for helping me turn into Mourinho. Uncle Jurgs for sorting me out and Kelly and Emily, Life saving legends
JD Job Done x
End of Post
22/07/2009
The Century. 100 blog posts.
Since the last blog quite a lot has happened. It was my birthday. I proved to be the shining light during my debut out pitch for the youth team. I went for a character building test of patience to Maderia. I've played for the first team and on Friday going to Littlehampton in the FA Cup.
First off all for my birthday I didn't want much. All I wanted is a phone that works in my house which is on contract so I can actually call people and text people. Also being 16 is very odd. I can safely say that it has grown. My first 5 mins of being 16 were going so well until my ipod broke and is now broken. Now im 16 I can do many more things. I played the lottery thanks to Sam and got two numbers :D.
Anyway the 100th blog is dedicated to: The world record dedication holder Chris Rousell. Flask loving Leanne Sands. Emily 'Mountain' Raynes. Scott Crowley's knee. Hickseys Knee. To Amy's hair. To Pete 'messiah' Knight. To Uncle Jurgen.
Anyway its now August which is the 2nd worst month behind February. I still have no job and no money. Also I am beginning to worry about my exam results. I would rather live in blissful ignorance than find out I got Ds.
Anyway my 'holiday'. Not much to write. Went around seeing all different aunties and uncles. Drunk lots of coffee. Ate lots of meat. Spent all my money. On the last day I met Alex on the beach and spent the day there. Best day of the 'holiday' by a long way.
I got home at around 4.30 and was out the door again at 4.45 to play for the youth team only for it to be called off. Its safe to say I was a little cross.
Our 5 a side season came to an end and we finished second. We got a big trophy for our troubles too. That trophy meant a lot. After all the Auzzuri runner up trophy has pride of place on my shelve.
The song that puts you in the happiest mood :D TUUUUNNNNEEEE!
First off all for my birthday I didn't want much. All I wanted is a phone that works in my house which is on contract so I can actually call people and text people. Also being 16 is very odd. I can safely say that it has grown. My first 5 mins of being 16 were going so well until my ipod broke and is now broken. Now im 16 I can do many more things. I played the lottery thanks to Sam and got two numbers :D.
Anyway the 100th blog is dedicated to: The world record dedication holder Chris Rousell. Flask loving Leanne Sands. Emily 'Mountain' Raynes. Scott Crowley's knee. Hickseys Knee. To Amy's hair. To Pete 'messiah' Knight. To Uncle Jurgen.
Anyway its now August which is the 2nd worst month behind February. I still have no job and no money. Also I am beginning to worry about my exam results. I would rather live in blissful ignorance than find out I got Ds.
Anyway my 'holiday'. Not much to write. Went around seeing all different aunties and uncles. Drunk lots of coffee. Ate lots of meat. Spent all my money. On the last day I met Alex on the beach and spent the day there. Best day of the 'holiday' by a long way.
I got home at around 4.30 and was out the door again at 4.45 to play for the youth team only for it to be called off. Its safe to say I was a little cross.
Our 5 a side season came to an end and we finished second. We got a big trophy for our troubles too. That trophy meant a lot. After all the Auzzuri runner up trophy has pride of place on my shelve.
The song that puts you in the happiest mood :D TUUUUNNNNEEEE!
21/07/2009
Redknapp In Surprise £40m Move For Redknapp
Redknapp In Surprise £40m Move For Redknapp
Tottenham boss Harry Redknapp was at the centre of more questions about his transfer dealings this morning, when it emerged that his first high-profile capture of the summer would be Jamie Redknapp, his son, who is heading to White Hart Lane in a deal worth a reported £40 million. The transfer fee, one of the biggest in football history, has raised some eyebrows among commentators, not least because Redknapp does not currently play for any club, having retired in 2004-5 to concentrate on advertisements and laboured punditry. But Redknapp Sr. says there is 'nothing irregular' about the deal, mediated by agent Mark Redknapp, which will see the eight-figure sum paid directly by Spurs to Louise Nurding, Redknapp's wife. 'It was just convenient to do it that way,' said Redknapp, 'with us all having each other's numbers and that. Is this interview going to take long? I've got a couple of people to see down the Old Kent Road.'
When asked what he felt the retired Jamie could add to Spurs' midfield, Redknapp Sr. briefly looked even more tired than usual, his eyes disappearing altogether for more than ten seconds. 'He's just a tricky little player who can make things happen for you.' When it was put to him that Redknapp had not played at any level for three years, having been forced out of the game by a recurrence of some of the 3,405 injuries which plagued him throughout his career, the Spurs supremo fudged the question, muttering that Jamie had 'actually been playing for Wigan' since 2005: a claim which could not be countered as nobody could recall watching a Wigan game.
Jamie Redknapp was also evasive on the subject of the landmark transfer, saying: 'I'm not even joking, mate. You fuckers pay up the full amount by Monday or my old man's going to have one or two things to say, put it that way. What? Oh, sorry, I thought you was the boys from Nintendo.'
It's not the first time the man known to football fans simply as 'Harry', and to tax inspectors by a host of other names, has been subjected to scrutiny over his machinations in the transfer market. While at West Ham he attracted criticism for the mysterious signing of Marco Boogers, who made only two appearances for the Hammers, and in 2007-8 he was investigated by the FA after his wife Sandra joined Portsmouth as a right-winger on a £70,000-a-week contract.
20/07/2009
Knaphill Central 4-0 CCW
Second place on the cards for central.
Manager Sam Wells went for a stadium tour at Real Madrid and remarkably was signed on a 5 year deal so I stepped in to the managers job this week. Red faced Real president Florentino Perez issued a statement saying: 'He was milling aroud outside the ground so the we moved him inside to sign a contract,' 'Its a terrible misunderstanding but all new signings are good,' he added. "We thought he was a new signing because he was doing that thing with the scarf," spokesman Luis Villarejo explained.
With loan signing Shane Rideout joining the Knaphill crew to replace Sam an easy win was on the card and it started that way with a goal set up from the back. Whitby produced a delicate chip rolling back the years in the process to his outfielder days towards jon who in turn played the ball into rideout who lashed home. After Jacko amazingly missed from 2 yards with an open goal central fell apart. The gaffer decided to take off jack who's face was as red as his shirt after that howler ;). Bionic Legs geoff replaced him and performed well but couldnt stop endless pressure from CCW. Whitby made a good save from close range to prevent and equaliser and central got to the break 1-0 up.
Second half started similarly with Whitby making 2 or 3 vital saves until central ran riot. Bayliss ripped them apart with passing to rival Ian Selley, Chris Sharpling and many other greats. Central dominated and after the most spectacular own goal seen in 5 a side. I venomous drive into the top corner to make it 2-0. Jacko returned to the action and in the style of his idol Goma Lambu ran the other team ragged. CCW just couldn't keep the ball. After more great work from the man named after Woking Legend Shane Wye, Jon tapped in from close range before Rideout ran the pitch, rounded the keeper and scored. There was still time for Whitby to explore the CCW half with ball at my feet and Brad Bayliss to more than sting the fingertips of the CCW goalkeepr. Final score 4-0
Manager Sam Wells went for a stadium tour at Real Madrid and remarkably was signed on a 5 year deal so I stepped in to the managers job this week. Red faced Real president Florentino Perez issued a statement saying: 'He was milling aroud outside the ground so the we moved him inside to sign a contract,' 'Its a terrible misunderstanding but all new signings are good,' he added. "We thought he was a new signing because he was doing that thing with the scarf," spokesman Luis Villarejo explained.
With loan signing Shane Rideout joining the Knaphill crew to replace Sam an easy win was on the card and it started that way with a goal set up from the back. Whitby produced a delicate chip rolling back the years in the process to his outfielder days towards jon who in turn played the ball into rideout who lashed home. After Jacko amazingly missed from 2 yards with an open goal central fell apart. The gaffer decided to take off jack who's face was as red as his shirt after that howler ;). Bionic Legs geoff replaced him and performed well but couldnt stop endless pressure from CCW. Whitby made a good save from close range to prevent and equaliser and central got to the break 1-0 up.
Second half started similarly with Whitby making 2 or 3 vital saves until central ran riot. Bayliss ripped them apart with passing to rival Ian Selley, Chris Sharpling and many other greats. Central dominated and after the most spectacular own goal seen in 5 a side. I venomous drive into the top corner to make it 2-0. Jacko returned to the action and in the style of his idol Goma Lambu ran the other team ragged. CCW just couldn't keep the ball. After more great work from the man named after Woking Legend Shane Wye, Jon tapped in from close range before Rideout ran the pitch, rounded the keeper and scored. There was still time for Whitby to explore the CCW half with ball at my feet and Brad Bayliss to more than sting the fingertips of the CCW goalkeepr. Final score 4-0
Golf , World Exclusive Interview and painting
Today is dedicated to golf and Bradley
I hate golf. Not as badly as cricket but this week I found myself watching the open. I don't know why I watched. I just found it interesting that a 59 year old man could have a chance of winning. A 1000/1 outsider. This proves to me that it isn't a sport however like snooker I managed to lose myself watching the game. I even started to watch the build up and saw some past golf events and this Seve Ballesteros. The ultimate of human being. Anyway to my mind golf is the ultimate test of concentration and charecter with one bad shot resulting in heart break. The one thing that does slightly piss me off about golf is the people who watch it. They are the sort who go to watch Fulham. The sort who wear flat caps and chew on a stick of celery. The sort who work in an office drinking coffee until the weekend where they drive there Audi up to Scotland and watch the golf. They contribute to the game in no way at all.
Anyway onto me. I've been very good this week. To try and get money for some presents I have been doing house jobs and my latest one was painting and I'm a bit of a dab hand at painting if I don't say so myself. I was told to paint the shed and then started painting with the wrong paint. I stopped and started again and then to my horror my mum comes out screaming saying I've done a good job painting its just I've painted the whole of one side in think black oil. Eventually I got the right paint and set about painting the shed.
Once again this week I am Cappelo for the 5 a side team because Sam is away. I see myself more as a Harry Redknapp. Able to sign world beating players on a shoe string budget and this week. I have signed world player of the year. Valued by his club at around £75,000,000,000 however I have signed him for an undisclosed fee believed to be around £4.25 and a pack of wine gums. Rideout debuts for Knaphill Central at 6.30 today.
Knaphill Central Star, defensive rock Bradley Bayliss gave an interview for DanWhitbys Blog.
Whitby: 5 a side football is completely different to 11 a side. Did you find it hard to adapt at first?
Bradley: Yes it is tricky, but with the wise coaching from Daniel Whitby behind you, you soon get to grips with it.
Whitby: Last week you missed out due to work permit issues are you ready to seek retribution this week?
Bradley: Of course, I am raring to go. But a little glad I missed out on last weeks clash; didn't really fancy a knuckle sandwich for tea.
Whitby: With playing 5 a side comes HUGE media pressure what pre match routines do you have to cope?
Bradley: I start off the day with a nice relaxing 5 hours of call of duty, which gets me in the mood for battle and ready to face the challenge that awaits the team and I. After a Rivita mini for lunch, I sit down beside my bed and watch songs of praise to calm the nerves before getting the footy kit on and kissing the badge on my shirt. Then I choose socks with matching rings on them depending on what I'm wearing.
Whitby: Prediction for tonight?
Bradley: Hmmmm, 4-1 to us.
Also this week TOMMY HUTCH SIGNS! We really well piss the Blue Square South now. He loves us and we love him. Also we established Jake Ayres looks like Pie-face from Dennis the menace.
I hate golf. Not as badly as cricket but this week I found myself watching the open. I don't know why I watched. I just found it interesting that a 59 year old man could have a chance of winning. A 1000/1 outsider. This proves to me that it isn't a sport however like snooker I managed to lose myself watching the game. I even started to watch the build up and saw some past golf events and this Seve Ballesteros. The ultimate of human being. Anyway to my mind golf is the ultimate test of concentration and charecter with one bad shot resulting in heart break. The one thing that does slightly piss me off about golf is the people who watch it. They are the sort who go to watch Fulham. The sort who wear flat caps and chew on a stick of celery. The sort who work in an office drinking coffee until the weekend where they drive there Audi up to Scotland and watch the golf. They contribute to the game in no way at all.
Anyway onto me. I've been very good this week. To try and get money for some presents I have been doing house jobs and my latest one was painting and I'm a bit of a dab hand at painting if I don't say so myself. I was told to paint the shed and then started painting with the wrong paint. I stopped and started again and then to my horror my mum comes out screaming saying I've done a good job painting its just I've painted the whole of one side in think black oil. Eventually I got the right paint and set about painting the shed.
Once again this week I am Cappelo for the 5 a side team because Sam is away. I see myself more as a Harry Redknapp. Able to sign world beating players on a shoe string budget and this week. I have signed world player of the year. Valued by his club at around £75,000,000,000 however I have signed him for an undisclosed fee believed to be around £4.25 and a pack of wine gums. Rideout debuts for Knaphill Central at 6.30 today.
Knaphill Central Star, defensive rock Bradley Bayliss gave an interview for DanWhitbys Blog.
Whitby: 5 a side football is completely different to 11 a side. Did you find it hard to adapt at first?
Bradley: Yes it is tricky, but with the wise coaching from Daniel Whitby behind you, you soon get to grips with it.
Whitby: Last week you missed out due to work permit issues are you ready to seek retribution this week?
Bradley: Of course, I am raring to go. But a little glad I missed out on last weeks clash; didn't really fancy a knuckle sandwich for tea.
Whitby: With playing 5 a side comes HUGE media pressure what pre match routines do you have to cope?
Bradley: I start off the day with a nice relaxing 5 hours of call of duty, which gets me in the mood for battle and ready to face the challenge that awaits the team and I. After a Rivita mini for lunch, I sit down beside my bed and watch songs of praise to calm the nerves before getting the footy kit on and kissing the badge on my shirt. Then I choose socks with matching rings on them depending on what I'm wearing.
Whitby: Prediction for tonight?
Bradley: Hmmmm, 4-1 to us.
Also this week TOMMY HUTCH SIGNS! We really well piss the Blue Square South now. He loves us and we love him. Also we established Jake Ayres looks like Pie-face from Dennis the menace.
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