The Tigers Roar Again!

What a week its been for Hull City. On paper three home games to Wolves, Chelsea and Manchester City could only realistically yield a point or maybe three with a bit of luck against Wolves. Hull, who have lost there way in recent times following a sensational start to life in the Premier League, produced some of that old spirit and once again lit up the league with three mammoth performances which saw them undefeated throughout the three matches capped off by a deserved win over big spending Manchester City.

In August 2008 little known Hull lined up for there first game in the Premier League. Widely regarded as having the worst squad in the league by far, they produced a fine performance to beat Fulham 2-1 on the opening day. Hull had arrived. The famous spirit then kicked in as they went unbeaten through September and towards the end of November. During this astonishing giant killing run they disposed of Newcastle, Tottenham, West Ham, West Brom and most famously of all Arsenal on that special evening at The Emirates Stadium. Who can forget the scenes of euphoria from Hull's travelling fans after Geovanni let fly. They were every bodies second favorite team. Even when they were 4-0 down at Old Trafford they came fighting back and gave United an almighty scare.

On boxing day however the wheels came off the Hull City Juggernaut as they crash heavily. 4-0 down at Half Time Phil Brown performed the now infamous half time team talk on the pitch. Since that day the Hull spirit seemed to fade. They only one twice in the league since then and they went the best part of 3 months and the end of the season without a win.

On a dramatic last day of the season Hull survived JUST thanks to a Damien Duff own goal that sent Newcastle down to the championship. Who could forget Phil Brown celebrating on the pitch and whole ground chanting 'cheer up Alan Shearer!'

The 2009/2010 season looked more promising. A whole host of new signings including Stephen Hunt from Reading however following a shocking start to the season which included losing every single game in September Hull were a club in crisis. Chairman Paul Duffen resigned amid fierce criticism of the clubs finances and Adam Pearson took over. Following defeat to Burnley it was reported the the club had sacked Phil Brown, reports that were eventually quashed, however it was obvious the he was clinging on for dear life. A huge win over Stoke lifted the pressure as Hull then went throughout November unbeaten which included the game that would turn there season around. Away to Manchester City. Trailing 1-0 Jimmy Bullard scored a late penalty however his celebration proved almost as crucial as the goal as Hull finally put the ghost of Eastlands to bed after he sat a group of players down and pointed in the same way Phil Brown had done 12 months ago.

Despite a small dip the Hull spirit is well and truly back. Typified by a battling draw to Wolves and Chelsea followed by the performance of the season as Hull dominated City to win comfortably. Hull now have their ability to mix it with the best and hang on in games.

Hull's recent success has been largely down to goalkeeper Boaz Myhill who time and again has pulled of the crucial save at the crucial time as well as earning a point almost on his own again Tottenham with a series of world class saves to earn Hull a point.

If Hull want to stay up they need to beat the teams in and around them however if they keep picking up points against the big boys the give themselves a great chance. Good Luck Hull!

Introducing Back Of The Net

With the first ever BOTN post there is only one place to start.

John Terry and his affair which has left his Wife, Wayne Bride and his country in turmoil. An England captain needs to be whiter than white. Somebody who all look up to. A role Model. Before last week Terry was all of those things. A seemingly perfect England captain. His perfect world has now come crashing down due to greed, selfishness and a lust to squeeze every last drop of revenue out of the England Captaincy. Did he not once think of the consequences of his actions and what about what he is putting his wife through? Is pain and suffering he has the mark of an England captain?

Look what he has done to his family and two children. Would you want to come home and see your father has done that. He's an insult to Bobby Moore and Billy Wright. John Terry was not proud to be England captain, all he was interested in was the privileges that came with it and he has abused those captain privileges. He has disgraced the England captaincy and all he has done is try and sell himself to gain sponsorship and more money. You should be proud to be England captain, honoured and if you gave captaincy to Rooney, there you would find and player worth to call himself England Captain. The mere fact that the affair was with the lover of his colleague and close friend Wayne Bridge just adds insult to injury and rubs salt into the very open wound.

To find out about Terry the footballer all you have to do is type his name into a Google Images. There you will see and all action leader, a motivator and an icon. On the pitch Terry can rarely be faulted however all of these off the field allegations have cast a shadow over his football. Even on the field however there were a number of issues with his captaincy. Can John Terry change the game? Can he grab a game by the scruff of the neck and win a game almost on his own? When backs are against the wall will he stand up and be counted? The answer to all three questions is no. He is just another player.

Terry also has form on the scandal front. In November 2005 Terry was accused of cheating on partner Toni Poole in a public car park. Jenny Barker said the star sent her saucy texts after she asked for his autograph and later 'met' with her in his Bentley. In March 2008 Terry as England's captain rejected a 50p an hour public car park yards away in favour of dumping his black Bentley in a spot for disabled drivers outside Pizza Express in Esher, Surrey. The £60 fine was nothing to a player on £135,000 a week and who had earned £1,600 in the time it took him to eat his dough balls and a Hot 'n' Spicy.In December 2009 he sold private access to himself and Chelsea Football Club through hushed £10,000 deals. This included personal tours of Chelsea's 5 star training facility in Cobham.

He may well be 'Mr Chelsea' however he is no longer 'Mr England.' If indeed he ever was.

Back, For one night only!

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

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!

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

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.

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

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!

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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.