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28/04/2009
SCOTT CROWLEY APPRECIATION SOCIETY
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28/04/09
Today is dedicated to The amazing, soon to be Woking star and lender of a polo shirt, Shane Rideout. The wonderful Kelly Rideout for giving me my bag in form this morning and to Josh Frost Niven's bad attitude. Finally to Chris for direction to College
Firstly you know full well its going to be a bad day when the day before the youth team lose 4-0 and you left your school bag. I took it so it would look like I was a player and could get in free. I was successful in getting in free but that was about the only positive. Anyway back to the morning and it was the return of the Oat Malties left from last time. I've run out of Oats and More Raisin so I had to make do with Sainsbury's own shreddies. There still as disgusting as before. Just to make things even worse my daily hunt for my tie was beginning to worry me. It normal takes me just 5-10mins to find it but this morning it was nowhere to be seen. I searched and searched while searching for my bag because at the time I didn't know I had left it at football. It was now 8 30 and I was becoming more frantic and then I sat down on my computer chair and thought what a dickhead. I have a black computer chair and my tie was on it and I couldn't see it. All morning looking. Anyway there was still the bag issue and I got to school at about 8 35 and Kelly came out and gave me my bag. The relief is indescribable. My morning still got worse however. Before the end of form I was summoned to see Clarky who proceeded to bite my head off.
After my morning was over nothing of much note happened until Fourth lesson. Maths with Miss Rapely. First of all someone cracked there head open so there was action out the window. Miss went of for the first 10mins so we were all fully focused on this action. Then Miss came in and got cross. Finally was science with Mr Gay. Once again I was moved to the special seat and had my daybook taken. I am not even going to think about go over what happened.
It was then off to Farnbourgh Sixth Form for the open day and interview number 2. I went on my own to test out what it would be like and I saw Rachel and Nikita so I got the train with them. After getting directions from the amazing Chris I cycled off and did a very stupid thing. I didn't know what to do and I saw I huge queue for something which I thought was to get into to this Info day. So I went to see my interviewer who I was meant to see after looking at my choices of subjects. I don't think he knew what I meant by there is a massive queue to get in. Anyway I found that the queue was to hear the principle speak and I thought to myself whats the massive queue for. It's not Moses in there and I found where I was meant to be did my stuff and went back with Rachel and Nikita.
When I got back I was greeted by the worst game of football since the last Woking game I saw. Actually since playing for cougars on Sunday but anyway. Anti-football and fair play to the plastic team they pulled it off.
There we go
JD Job Done
End of Post
Firstly you know full well its going to be a bad day when the day before the youth team lose 4-0 and you left your school bag. I took it so it would look like I was a player and could get in free. I was successful in getting in free but that was about the only positive. Anyway back to the morning and it was the return of the Oat Malties left from last time. I've run out of Oats and More Raisin so I had to make do with Sainsbury's own shreddies. There still as disgusting as before. Just to make things even worse my daily hunt for my tie was beginning to worry me. It normal takes me just 5-10mins to find it but this morning it was nowhere to be seen. I searched and searched while searching for my bag because at the time I didn't know I had left it at football. It was now 8 30 and I was becoming more frantic and then I sat down on my computer chair and thought what a dickhead. I have a black computer chair and my tie was on it and I couldn't see it. All morning looking. Anyway there was still the bag issue and I got to school at about 8 35 and Kelly came out and gave me my bag. The relief is indescribable. My morning still got worse however. Before the end of form I was summoned to see Clarky who proceeded to bite my head off.
After my morning was over nothing of much note happened until Fourth lesson. Maths with Miss Rapely. First of all someone cracked there head open so there was action out the window. Miss went of for the first 10mins so we were all fully focused on this action. Then Miss came in and got cross. Finally was science with Mr Gay. Once again I was moved to the special seat and had my daybook taken. I am not even going to think about go over what happened.
It was then off to Farnbourgh Sixth Form for the open day and interview number 2. I went on my own to test out what it would be like and I saw Rachel and Nikita so I got the train with them. After getting directions from the amazing Chris I cycled off and did a very stupid thing. I didn't know what to do and I saw I huge queue for something which I thought was to get into to this Info day. So I went to see my interviewer who I was meant to see after looking at my choices of subjects. I don't think he knew what I meant by there is a massive queue to get in. Anyway I found that the queue was to hear the principle speak and I thought to myself whats the massive queue for. It's not Moses in there and I found where I was meant to be did my stuff and went back with Rachel and Nikita.
When I got back I was greeted by the worst game of football since the last Woking game I saw. Actually since playing for cougars on Sunday but anyway. Anti-football and fair play to the plastic team they pulled it off.
There we go
JD Job Done
End of Post
25/04/2009
25/04/09 - 26/04/09
Today is dedicated to Jacko and Ollie Fullbrook who are going to get both barrels if they so much as put a foot wrong.
Ok, it's Saturday morning and I woke up bright and early with Louis lying next to me moaning about his shoulder in his sleep. I had my usual breakfast and settled down to watch the previous day's snooker highlights. Nothing better than Snooker and a cup of tea. It was a full 3 hours later before Louis crawled out of bed and joined me. I then did something amazing. I cooked breakfast. I made Bacon and Beans and Mushrooms for both of us. Nothing was burned nothing broke and nothing exploded and the breakfast was a sucess accompanied by Inbetweeners on my BT Vision.
Louis then anounced at half 12 he needed to get his bike lock from Langy's and I thought: Shit. It's half 12. There's a Cobham Match. I quickly text Dan who rung back saying I will be there in a minute. I was in hook heath with dodgy legs! So I ran and ran as fast as my poor legs would run and I might have been quite a long time. Its fair to say I felt a bit guilty for making him late. I cured this by beating Timmy and Abby at pool.
They lost 2-0 and I ended up doing the washing up but I didn't mind. There to help
Cup final next day so I went to bed.
I am not even going into the cup final. We lost 5-0 and thats as far as I am going. I was and am not a happy bunny
So now for some pearls of my wisdom. I know in my head who all my favorite people are and so does everyone. Everyone knows who they like and don't like. It is the same for football. Whoever you deem to be a bad player you will look for the faults and exploit them whereas if you think there good you will look for good. Personally I rarely change my opinion on people and if I don't like them that is set in stone.
JD
End of post
Ok, it's Saturday morning and I woke up bright and early with Louis lying next to me moaning about his shoulder in his sleep. I had my usual breakfast and settled down to watch the previous day's snooker highlights. Nothing better than Snooker and a cup of tea. It was a full 3 hours later before Louis crawled out of bed and joined me. I then did something amazing. I cooked breakfast. I made Bacon and Beans and Mushrooms for both of us. Nothing was burned nothing broke and nothing exploded and the breakfast was a sucess accompanied by Inbetweeners on my BT Vision.
Louis then anounced at half 12 he needed to get his bike lock from Langy's and I thought: Shit. It's half 12. There's a Cobham Match. I quickly text Dan who rung back saying I will be there in a minute. I was in hook heath with dodgy legs! So I ran and ran as fast as my poor legs would run and I might have been quite a long time. Its fair to say I felt a bit guilty for making him late. I cured this by beating Timmy and Abby at pool.
They lost 2-0 and I ended up doing the washing up but I didn't mind. There to help
Cup final next day so I went to bed.
I am not even going into the cup final. We lost 5-0 and thats as far as I am going. I was and am not a happy bunny
So now for some pearls of my wisdom. I know in my head who all my favorite people are and so does everyone. Everyone knows who they like and don't like. It is the same for football. Whoever you deem to be a bad player you will look for the faults and exploit them whereas if you think there good you will look for good. Personally I rarely change my opinion on people and if I don't like them that is set in stone.
JD
End of post
24/04/2009
23/04/09 - 24/04/09
Today is dedicated to Mr Browns barmy army!
The quote of the day is: Carlsberg don't do school teams but even if they did we would still be the best in the world.
The morning before the run out on the hallow turf. School was fairly uneventful because nothing of any note happened other than I received an hour detention from Mr Gay. I'm not going there again. We got into Brownies room after a brief trip to the shop and settled down for a talk about tactics. The mini-bus journey there was uneventful. Not like previous dramas. There was no atmosphere in the bus. Just anticipation.
In the shadow of the awe inspiring LGS Stand we parked the mini bus. We stopped and Mr Brown wouldn't let us out. He then proceeded to do an emotional and highly charged team talk in the bus. It went something like. 'Its our last game and we WILL win. We will win. we are the best. We are the best. We ARE the best. WE ARE THE BEST!' We then were waiting around for over an hour to get changed and ready for the game. Then we kicked off. The match summed up our time with Mr Brown pretty much perfectly. The only thing missing was a dramatic shoot out. We started off superbly and Cheesy scored a amazing volley. I gave them a goal (to make it more interesting obviously) and then they were all over us. They scored again. At half time we fought and went at them. Just like we always have under Mr Brown we didn't give up. Even I got going second half. Mark and Josh were spectacular and laid the foundations for us to sustain attack after attack. Tim scored after Cheesy ran half the pitch to see his shot saved. This sparked wild celebration. We carried on and continued to pound away. I had little to do other than a few relatively easy saves however considering my first half form nothing was easy. With Callender getting right into it on the side we pressed and scored and got to half time in extra time. We somehow held on despite one or two scary moments and Ben and Ramones goal saving tackles. We held on for victory and it was a fitting way to bow out of school football. We scored lots of goals. I made my now customary error. We fought and fought. We came off that field with nothing more to give. Most importantly though, we won! Undeservedly? Not a chance. Who ever scores more goals than the other team are deserved winners and we did although by the skin of our teeth.
I then rushed to Cobham in my Cobham trousers and school shirt. I had no shoes and as was quite quickly brought to my attention, my feet absolutely stunk. I mean really, really badly. I apologise unreservedly to Emma, Kelly and anyone else effected by my feet. I walked to the fish and chips shop at the back of waitrose and stood on some fairly sharp stones. Not good. Also the Fish and Chips were pretty horrible if I am honest. Cobham lost and with that pretty much the league too but there were hot dogs at the end and there was mustard!!! I love mustard.
I got home and it was inbetweeners. Always funny as anything and I went to bed.
Friday morning and it was my good Friday. Little did I know however that all hell would break loose during and after English or that I would finish the day with Allana squirting Fairy Liquid all over Mr Gay's whiteboard.
First thing was GCSE P.E and we practised our analysis. The pressure was on each person who got picked out. It was good and I enjoyed that lesson. Next up was Maths and then P.E. Leadership. I couldn't move. Following the previous day's exploits I was sore as hell. That was my first game in weeks. ICT passed with no drama. Then it was English and the was Action with an emphatic capital A.
It started like it was going to be a poor lesson. We were doing a test about poetry in absolute silence when people started handing in things to Clarky. Then next thing I knew was Sam Morgan Slee's shoes flying around and Rikki's Apple. The shoe and apple both flew out the window via Jack Slater. Sam was raging and went on the rampage however Clarky rescued the situation. While Rikki went outside to collect the bits and pieces that went out the window he was going mad. 'You all got heads detention' he said to the people who started the carnage. Rikki from outside screams up to the windown. 'I ain't done nothing wrong why are you giving me Detention.' With this Clarky burst out laughing and told Rikki to 'Get back up hear you Retched Youth!' When we thought English couldn't get any more exciting the bell went and Clarky was giving us a telling off when right outside the window there was a fight. A proper bitch fight with hair pulling and kicking and all sorts and our class had the best view of it. It was like being in an executive box. Charlotte nearly fell out the window and a bottle went past my ear and fly towards the grappling Year 8/9 girls. Phew what a day.
Next I had to serve my one hour with Mr Gay. I filled out his forms appropriately and 45mins passed like 45 days. Then I asked if we could do something. So we cleaned his board. It was filthy. So we gave it the once over and with some fairly liquid got the board spotless. The day still wasn't over though. I had another hour with Mr Clark although this time it was a lesson and not a dt. We went through this and that and he was once again gossiping and punning. He is a funny guy.
That is that
JD
Job Done
End of post
The quote of the day is: Carlsberg don't do school teams but even if they did we would still be the best in the world.
The morning before the run out on the hallow turf. School was fairly uneventful because nothing of any note happened other than I received an hour detention from Mr Gay. I'm not going there again. We got into Brownies room after a brief trip to the shop and settled down for a talk about tactics. The mini-bus journey there was uneventful. Not like previous dramas. There was no atmosphere in the bus. Just anticipation.
In the shadow of the awe inspiring LGS Stand we parked the mini bus. We stopped and Mr Brown wouldn't let us out. He then proceeded to do an emotional and highly charged team talk in the bus. It went something like. 'Its our last game and we WILL win. We will win. we are the best. We are the best. We ARE the best. WE ARE THE BEST!' We then were waiting around for over an hour to get changed and ready for the game. Then we kicked off. The match summed up our time with Mr Brown pretty much perfectly. The only thing missing was a dramatic shoot out. We started off superbly and Cheesy scored a amazing volley. I gave them a goal (to make it more interesting obviously) and then they were all over us. They scored again. At half time we fought and went at them. Just like we always have under Mr Brown we didn't give up. Even I got going second half. Mark and Josh were spectacular and laid the foundations for us to sustain attack after attack. Tim scored after Cheesy ran half the pitch to see his shot saved. This sparked wild celebration. We carried on and continued to pound away. I had little to do other than a few relatively easy saves however considering my first half form nothing was easy. With Callender getting right into it on the side we pressed and scored and got to half time in extra time. We somehow held on despite one or two scary moments and Ben and Ramones goal saving tackles. We held on for victory and it was a fitting way to bow out of school football. We scored lots of goals. I made my now customary error. We fought and fought. We came off that field with nothing more to give. Most importantly though, we won! Undeservedly? Not a chance. Who ever scores more goals than the other team are deserved winners and we did although by the skin of our teeth.
I then rushed to Cobham in my Cobham trousers and school shirt. I had no shoes and as was quite quickly brought to my attention, my feet absolutely stunk. I mean really, really badly. I apologise unreservedly to Emma, Kelly and anyone else effected by my feet. I walked to the fish and chips shop at the back of waitrose and stood on some fairly sharp stones. Not good. Also the Fish and Chips were pretty horrible if I am honest. Cobham lost and with that pretty much the league too but there were hot dogs at the end and there was mustard!!! I love mustard.
I got home and it was inbetweeners. Always funny as anything and I went to bed.
Friday morning and it was my good Friday. Little did I know however that all hell would break loose during and after English or that I would finish the day with Allana squirting Fairy Liquid all over Mr Gay's whiteboard.
First thing was GCSE P.E and we practised our analysis. The pressure was on each person who got picked out. It was good and I enjoyed that lesson. Next up was Maths and then P.E. Leadership. I couldn't move. Following the previous day's exploits I was sore as hell. That was my first game in weeks. ICT passed with no drama. Then it was English and the was Action with an emphatic capital A.
It started like it was going to be a poor lesson. We were doing a test about poetry in absolute silence when people started handing in things to Clarky. Then next thing I knew was Sam Morgan Slee's shoes flying around and Rikki's Apple. The shoe and apple both flew out the window via Jack Slater. Sam was raging and went on the rampage however Clarky rescued the situation. While Rikki went outside to collect the bits and pieces that went out the window he was going mad. 'You all got heads detention' he said to the people who started the carnage. Rikki from outside screams up to the windown. 'I ain't done nothing wrong why are you giving me Detention.' With this Clarky burst out laughing and told Rikki to 'Get back up hear you Retched Youth!' When we thought English couldn't get any more exciting the bell went and Clarky was giving us a telling off when right outside the window there was a fight. A proper bitch fight with hair pulling and kicking and all sorts and our class had the best view of it. It was like being in an executive box. Charlotte nearly fell out the window and a bottle went past my ear and fly towards the grappling Year 8/9 girls. Phew what a day.
Next I had to serve my one hour with Mr Gay. I filled out his forms appropriately and 45mins passed like 45 days. Then I asked if we could do something. So we cleaned his board. It was filthy. So we gave it the once over and with some fairly liquid got the board spotless. The day still wasn't over though. I had another hour with Mr Clark although this time it was a lesson and not a dt. We went through this and that and he was once again gossiping and punning. He is a funny guy.
That is that
JD
Job Done
End of post
22/04/2009
21/04/09 - 22/04/09
Today is dedicated to Aaron and Lou Lou. Clean sheet Sunday.
The quote of the day is what I read on Shane Rideouts phone last night. From BBC Sport: Woking have been relegated from the Blue Square Premier after 17 years in the top flight of non-league football, without kicking a ball on Tuesday.
Well Woking are down. I am not cross or furious or particually upset. Just empty. Like I have lost a Kidney or a lung. I don't support a premier league team and I never will unless all 92 league teams drop out and Woking get into Premier League by default. I can't see us bouncing back. The only positives are that I may see Woking win a game or two and maybe a mid table finish. Also Woking V Basingstoke next year. Furthermore on the subject of Woking Graham Baker has been appointed full time and the whole board other than Phil Ledger who is life time board member.
On to my day. School passed with nothing blog worthy happening that I can remember. Then I got home a beat Akeel. AGAIN. I should have mercy on him now. We won't mention Cheesy beating me though. Anyway then it was off to Sandhurst for Cobham - Sandhurst take 2. After the first game was called off at half time and resulted in me swimming back to the car. They lost 2-0. First half they were really good but lost it in the end. The car journey home is where I found that Woking had gone thanks to Ruggles and Odjie laughing down Shane's phone and then him going on BBC Sport.
School Wednesday morning and I can safely say that I didn't embrace the morning. I woke up still broken from Woking going down. I couldn't find a spoon for my oats and more raisin anywhere. You know its gonna be one of those days especially when the Clingfilm gets stuck on one side when you are trying to make your sandwiches.
After an hour of ripping in German P.E. was much of the same. I vow to rip every Chelsea fan mercilessly when Roman Abramovich pulls the plug and they go out of business. A certain pint sized individual will be the main focus of abuse. Then it was double P.E. O yes. Football in normal P.E., Atheltics in GCSE.
District Cup final tommorow night. 5 O'clock. Massive. Massive game. Cougars Cup final at Ash Utd Stadium on Sunday 2 O 'Clock kick off. Be there.
This a brand new section of blog. A special treat for the readers. Louis' Locker In the locker tonight is Louis and the district cup final. I'm going through mixed emoutions at the moment excitment, nerves and disapointment. i am hoping to get at least 10 mins then i will be satisfied. I am excited for the amzing mini bus journey I will be going on and the adrenaline rush I will get before the game.
Now a match report from GPR Vs. Meadow Sports. This was from a completely unbiased up and coming blogger. (Not me) I am not responsible for any offence the match report may cause. :D.
It was a nice sunny evening down in goldsworth. Where two great teams meet, Meadow sports who are still chasing the championship and GPR who are in a relegation scrap. meadow with there full squad, as well as GPR, rested there two big guns the cheese and hegs and was a bit of a surprise. GPR started strong and got 2 early-ish goals one by Matthew Lambert and the second by dale. Meadow, late into the first half, got a goal from a header by the rising starlet MR.mclean. After half time Meadow came out strong and still without cheesey and hegs BUT then they came. It was end to end stuff with meadow still without the equaliser gpr who are second to bottom where out playing a top four team it wasn't untill 15 mins to go that meadow got there goal that was much needed. A long ball over the top by hegs and was chased down by cheesey but couldn't get in front of langy who put the ball into his own net. Meadow where more then lucky. It was getting near to the end and everyone was looking at a 2-2 scoreline.
BUT THEN...
come of the man.
come of the hour.
A searching ball over the top was kindly dealt with by the CHEESE who taped it into a open goal. It was a heartbraker for goldsworth who played so well and to nearly out play a team of meadows ability. With a couple minutes left goldworth were looking for a late goal and had three corners in a row but couldnt find that goal they so wanted.
As you can tell by the completely unbiased match report it was a close game. Just by the way I didn't write this gold but it could make me laugh all day reading this. There maybe one or two clues in the passage as to which side was on.
REMEMBER CUP FINAL AT WOKNIG TOMMOROW 5 O CLOCK KICK OFF.
JD
End of post
The quote of the day is what I read on Shane Rideouts phone last night. From BBC Sport: Woking have been relegated from the Blue Square Premier after 17 years in the top flight of non-league football, without kicking a ball on Tuesday.
Well Woking are down. I am not cross or furious or particually upset. Just empty. Like I have lost a Kidney or a lung. I don't support a premier league team and I never will unless all 92 league teams drop out and Woking get into Premier League by default. I can't see us bouncing back. The only positives are that I may see Woking win a game or two and maybe a mid table finish. Also Woking V Basingstoke next year. Furthermore on the subject of Woking Graham Baker has been appointed full time and the whole board other than Phil Ledger who is life time board member.
On to my day. School passed with nothing blog worthy happening that I can remember. Then I got home a beat Akeel. AGAIN. I should have mercy on him now. We won't mention Cheesy beating me though. Anyway then it was off to Sandhurst for Cobham - Sandhurst take 2. After the first game was called off at half time and resulted in me swimming back to the car. They lost 2-0. First half they were really good but lost it in the end. The car journey home is where I found that Woking had gone thanks to Ruggles and Odjie laughing down Shane's phone and then him going on BBC Sport.
School Wednesday morning and I can safely say that I didn't embrace the morning. I woke up still broken from Woking going down. I couldn't find a spoon for my oats and more raisin anywhere. You know its gonna be one of those days especially when the Clingfilm gets stuck on one side when you are trying to make your sandwiches.
After an hour of ripping in German P.E. was much of the same. I vow to rip every Chelsea fan mercilessly when Roman Abramovich pulls the plug and they go out of business. A certain pint sized individual will be the main focus of abuse. Then it was double P.E. O yes. Football in normal P.E., Atheltics in GCSE.
District Cup final tommorow night. 5 O'clock. Massive. Massive game. Cougars Cup final at Ash Utd Stadium on Sunday 2 O 'Clock kick off. Be there.
This a brand new section of blog. A special treat for the readers. Louis' Locker In the locker tonight is Louis and the district cup final. I'm going through mixed emoutions at the moment excitment, nerves and disapointment. i am hoping to get at least 10 mins then i will be satisfied. I am excited for the amzing mini bus journey I will be going on and the adrenaline rush I will get before the game.
Now a match report from GPR Vs. Meadow Sports. This was from a completely unbiased up and coming blogger. (Not me) I am not responsible for any offence the match report may cause. :D.
It was a nice sunny evening down in goldsworth. Where two great teams meet, Meadow sports who are still chasing the championship and GPR who are in a relegation scrap. meadow with there full squad, as well as GPR, rested there two big guns the cheese and hegs and was a bit of a surprise. GPR started strong and got 2 early-ish goals one by Matthew Lambert and the second by dale. Meadow, late into the first half, got a goal from a header by the rising starlet MR.mclean. After half time Meadow came out strong and still without cheesey and hegs BUT then they came. It was end to end stuff with meadow still without the equaliser gpr who are second to bottom where out playing a top four team it wasn't untill 15 mins to go that meadow got there goal that was much needed. A long ball over the top by hegs and was chased down by cheesey but couldn't get in front of langy who put the ball into his own net. Meadow where more then lucky. It was getting near to the end and everyone was looking at a 2-2 scoreline.
BUT THEN...
come of the man.
come of the hour.
A searching ball over the top was kindly dealt with by the CHEESE who taped it into a open goal. It was a heartbraker for goldsworth who played so well and to nearly out play a team of meadows ability. With a couple minutes left goldworth were looking for a late goal and had three corners in a row but couldnt find that goal they so wanted.
As you can tell by the completely unbiased match report it was a close game. Just by the way I didn't write this gold but it could make me laugh all day reading this. There maybe one or two clues in the passage as to which side was on.
REMEMBER CUP FINAL AT WOKNIG TOMMOROW 5 O CLOCK KICK OFF.
JD
End of post
20/04/2009
20th April 2009. AAAAAGGGGHHHH!
Today is dedicated to...Akeel. Try and live it down.
I am going to start with the phrase of the day (thanks to max): You scratch my back and I scratch yours. I do love that one. The phrase of the day was brought to you by Dan Rousell.
It was back to school today. It's always harder to wake up in the morning after half term and today was no exception. As I woke up I was faced with a morning changing decision. Have a shower and have more time for morningly watch of sky sports news and get down in time for the newspaper round up at about 7:45 or have a bath. In my opinion a bath just edges a shower. You get your whole body in the nice warm bath and its more relaxing however shower is speed. In the end I thought the idea of a bath is just a cut above shower and paper round up so I had that.
Well the poll is hotting up now. Davis took an early lead but Clarky is coming flying back now. Anyway on the subject of Mr Davis as anyone who was in assembly saw he now has a whopping great beard. This mornings assembly was the best of the year (Not being sarcastic either it was quite good.)First lesson was DiDA and when Miss said SPB (The project) is due in Friday I felt like I swallowed a frog. And a large one at that.
Second thing was science. With Mr Gay.
After being 10mins late to English because of certain things I arrived and Clarky was looking slick. He wasn't in a bad mood he was in one of them moods when he will turn teaching us about metaphors into how the war started and trench foot. Anyway today was one of his going way off topic. We were talking about war poetry and it turned into a mass debate about how big nuclear bombs are. It turns out the ones that hit Japan were half the size of the classroom. Then the whole issue of how they carried it around was brought up. Next was lunch and I remember my sandwiches! O Yes! They were nothing spectacular. Just Turkey in brown bread but it was good enough for me.
Fouth was Mr Anslow science. Uneventful but always funny as hell. Last was Geography and there was a revelation concerning the poll. A large one too. It passed with only one incident.
I got home and it was earn my controller back time. I did it. It was time to settle my score with Akeel on FIFA. Oh how he wishes I didn't clean my room. It's not the winning its the rubbing it in. Oh how I rubbed it in. With his dream team he was out played and destroyed. 1-0 victory doesn't tell the full story either. Then it was on to bigger fish to fry. It was off the play Scotty and obviously there's not much you can do when refereeing decisions go against you and I am Villa and hes Man U. I think I dominated to but 5 lucky goals sent me crashing down. 0-5 was certainly an unfair reflection. Round 2 was a close game to be fair he did dominate but it was only 3-2. Moving swiftly on it wouldn't let me play the Rousell again. 'I don't think our ps3s like each other.' It was the return of the Crowley v Whitby epic. The final game was truly and epic. One that will live in the memory of the players and spectators for many years to come. I took the lead with a spectacular drive and then he scrambled in a goal. Next came one of the longest shootouts ever. Longer than Cougars GPR shootout. I missed and had to save to stay and in and I did. This sparked wild celebrations and then we just didn't miss. I went past both keepers taking one until I missed again but then I saved the next ome. Even wilder celebrations happened. Good job mum was out otherwise there would have been words. Then I missed again and he scored but I was the moral winner. I won.
I watched my first episode of The Inbetweeners and it is the funniest thing on T.V.
EDIT:
DISTRICT CUP FINAL 5 O CLOCK KINGFIELD STATDIUM. Be there.
GRRRR IT DOESN'T WORK :(
Episode 1 Series 2 Here:
No Where's Wally today :(
JD
End of post
I am going to start with the phrase of the day (thanks to max): You scratch my back and I scratch yours. I do love that one. The phrase of the day was brought to you by Dan Rousell.
It was back to school today. It's always harder to wake up in the morning after half term and today was no exception. As I woke up I was faced with a morning changing decision. Have a shower and have more time for morningly watch of sky sports news and get down in time for the newspaper round up at about 7:45 or have a bath. In my opinion a bath just edges a shower. You get your whole body in the nice warm bath and its more relaxing however shower is speed. In the end I thought the idea of a bath is just a cut above shower and paper round up so I had that.
Well the poll is hotting up now. Davis took an early lead but Clarky is coming flying back now. Anyway on the subject of Mr Davis as anyone who was in assembly saw he now has a whopping great beard. This mornings assembly was the best of the year (Not being sarcastic either it was quite good.)First lesson was DiDA and when Miss said SPB (The project) is due in Friday I felt like I swallowed a frog. And a large one at that.
Second thing was science. With Mr Gay.
After being 10mins late to English because of certain things I arrived and Clarky was looking slick. He wasn't in a bad mood he was in one of them moods when he will turn teaching us about metaphors into how the war started and trench foot. Anyway today was one of his going way off topic. We were talking about war poetry and it turned into a mass debate about how big nuclear bombs are. It turns out the ones that hit Japan were half the size of the classroom. Then the whole issue of how they carried it around was brought up. Next was lunch and I remember my sandwiches! O Yes! They were nothing spectacular. Just Turkey in brown bread but it was good enough for me.
Fouth was Mr Anslow science. Uneventful but always funny as hell. Last was Geography and there was a revelation concerning the poll. A large one too. It passed with only one incident.
I got home and it was earn my controller back time. I did it. It was time to settle my score with Akeel on FIFA. Oh how he wishes I didn't clean my room. It's not the winning its the rubbing it in. Oh how I rubbed it in. With his dream team he was out played and destroyed. 1-0 victory doesn't tell the full story either. Then it was on to bigger fish to fry. It was off the play Scotty and obviously there's not much you can do when refereeing decisions go against you and I am Villa and hes Man U. I think I dominated to but 5 lucky goals sent me crashing down. 0-5 was certainly an unfair reflection. Round 2 was a close game to be fair he did dominate but it was only 3-2. Moving swiftly on it wouldn't let me play the Rousell again. 'I don't think our ps3s like each other.' It was the return of the Crowley v Whitby epic. The final game was truly and epic. One that will live in the memory of the players and spectators for many years to come. I took the lead with a spectacular drive and then he scrambled in a goal. Next came one of the longest shootouts ever. Longer than Cougars GPR shootout. I missed and had to save to stay and in and I did. This sparked wild celebrations and then we just didn't miss. I went past both keepers taking one until I missed again but then I saved the next ome. Even wilder celebrations happened. Good job mum was out otherwise there would have been words. Then I missed again and he scored but I was the moral winner. I won.
I watched my first episode of The Inbetweeners and it is the funniest thing on T.V.
EDIT:
DISTRICT CUP FINAL 5 O CLOCK KINGFIELD STATDIUM. Be there.
GRRRR IT DOESN'T WORK :(
Episode 1 Series 2 Here:
No Where's Wally today :(
JD
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19/04/2009
The weekend
The weekend is dedicated to www.wutravel.com. The best travel site to Singapore. Also to Helen and John for Liberating Adam on Friday.
First off all and most importantly. Woking are probably down now. 2-2 draw against Mansfield isn't good enough although normally it would have been good but on this occasion it wasn't good enough. We could go down officially on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or on the day of next Saturday against Rushden away. We could stay up but we won't. I also would like to take the opportunity to say Woking News & Mail is a cut above the rest as a newspaper.
Ok there was a Cobham game away at Egham, the cup final ground, and I had physio so I went there. IN THE PURPLE TURTLE. Today as a weekend treat here is an exclusive picture of what the purple turtle looks like. Its not THE Purple Turtle however it will do.
. It was the return of Hicksey and to celebrate he was on music duty. Not as bad as I was, I would say 7.5/10 for Mr Hicks. We got to the ground after a U-Turn and it rivals Chessington & Hooks ground for being the biggest s**thole. Its right in the middle of a housing estate however the bar is pretty good. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR FRIDAY SCOTTY. As it was his birthday I got him a birthday burger with no mustard. I ended up getting Emma and Kelly one too however I got a wonderful beautifully made thing in return. As I am becoming used to, played well and put in every last ounce of effort but just fall short. On a much brighter note, and I speak for everyone when I say this, we all enjoyed a moment of the match off the field. Scott knows what I mean. Eh. ;).
The journey back was one of the best yet. Unfortunately there is no need to clutter up the precious space of the blog about the incidents of the car journey. As the say, what happens in the turtle stays in the turtle.
Saturday night was pretty uneventful although it might not have been.
At the moment the best song I know is Broken Strings by James Morrison and Nelly Furtardo. It is super. I don't like rapping cause I can't pick out the words. All I ever hear is *******, ****, ****, **** and YEA BOI. Anyway apparently someone on Britain's got talent was amazing so I went on Youtube and typed in her name. I looked at her and though its going to be another one who runs around with her tits out or something outrageous like that. I was in shock. Absolute shock. It was the best thing I have ever heard. Other than me on a karaoke machines that was the best thing around at the moment.
Sunday is the day of rest and rest is what I did not do. I made my mum happy and cleaned everything. After that I continued to send Hull crashing down the table on football manager. Maybe i'm not cut out for Woking managers job after all.
After the unrivaled success of Where's Wally last blog. It returns.
Same again if you find him say.
Some advice. To find Wally you must think like wally.
I will be honest I couldn't find him but I am sure he must be there somewhere.
JD
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First off all and most importantly. Woking are probably down now. 2-2 draw against Mansfield isn't good enough although normally it would have been good but on this occasion it wasn't good enough. We could go down officially on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or on the day of next Saturday against Rushden away. We could stay up but we won't. I also would like to take the opportunity to say Woking News & Mail is a cut above the rest as a newspaper.
Ok there was a Cobham game away at Egham, the cup final ground, and I had physio so I went there. IN THE PURPLE TURTLE. Today as a weekend treat here is an exclusive picture of what the purple turtle looks like. Its not THE Purple Turtle however it will do.
. It was the return of Hicksey and to celebrate he was on music duty. Not as bad as I was, I would say 7.5/10 for Mr Hicks. We got to the ground after a U-Turn and it rivals Chessington & Hooks ground for being the biggest s**thole. Its right in the middle of a housing estate however the bar is pretty good. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR FRIDAY SCOTTY. As it was his birthday I got him a birthday burger with no mustard. I ended up getting Emma and Kelly one too however I got a wonderful beautifully made thing in return. As I am becoming used to, played well and put in every last ounce of effort but just fall short. On a much brighter note, and I speak for everyone when I say this, we all enjoyed a moment of the match off the field. Scott knows what I mean. Eh. ;). The journey back was one of the best yet. Unfortunately there is no need to clutter up the precious space of the blog about the incidents of the car journey. As the say, what happens in the turtle stays in the turtle.
Saturday night was pretty uneventful although it might not have been.
At the moment the best song I know is Broken Strings by James Morrison and Nelly Furtardo. It is super. I don't like rapping cause I can't pick out the words. All I ever hear is *******, ****, ****, **** and YEA BOI. Anyway apparently someone on Britain's got talent was amazing so I went on Youtube and typed in her name. I looked at her and though its going to be another one who runs around with her tits out or something outrageous like that. I was in shock. Absolute shock. It was the best thing I have ever heard. Other than me on a karaoke machines that was the best thing around at the moment.
Sunday is the day of rest and rest is what I did not do. I made my mum happy and cleaned everything. After that I continued to send Hull crashing down the table on football manager. Maybe i'm not cut out for Woking managers job after all.
After the unrivaled success of Where's Wally last blog. It returns.
Same again if you find him say.
Some advice. To find Wally you must think like wally.
I will be honest I couldn't find him but I am sure he must be there somewhere.
JD
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16/04/2009
15th April 2009
Today is dedicated to: Fucking John, Ken 
. Also to Scott. Sorry I we put mustard in your hot dog :(
Well I was a very busy boy yesterday. I carried on being famous and went about studying and football manager. Both unsuccessfully. Anyway Adam rung me up with some news which was quite surprising. Dan came to pick me up in the purple turtle and we made our way to play top of the table Lingfield. I was still injured but it was Chris' turn anyway. We didn't set a new coasting record this week we were in a car to heavy and cars behind us. On Monday we coasted to the bourgh of Guildford. A new record. We saw Brioney and Nicola on the way to the match. I waved. We got to the match with Ken and Rob Anderson as managers. I was hungry and went back and fourth to the bar to buy some crisps. They started off costing 40p and ended up costing 50p. Then it was heaven in my hand. Hot Dog. With Mustard. A bit of ketchup. Only missing onions. All for just £1. I was pleased. We then did the mug shots for the cup final and warmed up. The other team were HUGE. IN CAPITALS. HUGE. Well anyway I was doing little jobs and I went to get Ken's fleece from his car and he said have a Jelly Baby if you want. So I had one and it was disgusting. I spat it out. It was hot and not the right shape. I thougt well no more of them and got Ken his fleece.
In the match itself we saw Action with a capital A. We went 1-0 down and just to rub salt in my wounds fucking Johno didnt put the lid back on the olive oil in the physio bag. I was looking in the bag for some spray to notice that I was getting very wet. COVERED IN OLIVE OIL. I was not happy. At half time it was 1-1, Hegars scored a good goal. It finished 3-1 with Cheesy scoring a worldy walcott chip. Phew. Cheesy scored the other one which the keeper and defender ran into each other.
After the game Nigil bought the hot dogs in the dressing room and Chris came in and said Scott wants one with Ketchup and NO MUSTARD. I'm not taking the full blame. Chris said hold this, hold this. (this being the mustard) put a bit along there (there being the shaft of the sausage) but I put to much on. So we disguised it with a bit of ketchup. Unfortunatly the end result was a hot dog which left a trial of my journy from dressing room to outside the bar and scott noticed the mustard.
On the way home it was JBs all the way :D!
On behalf of Dan and Ken here is a Where's Wally to do.
He is there because I found him. If you find him say where in the comments bit below
JD
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. Also to Scott. Sorry I we put mustard in your hot dog :(Well I was a very busy boy yesterday. I carried on being famous and went about studying and football manager. Both unsuccessfully. Anyway Adam rung me up with some news which was quite surprising. Dan came to pick me up in the purple turtle and we made our way to play top of the table Lingfield. I was still injured but it was Chris' turn anyway. We didn't set a new coasting record this week we were in a car to heavy and cars behind us. On Monday we coasted to the bourgh of Guildford. A new record. We saw Brioney and Nicola on the way to the match. I waved. We got to the match with Ken and Rob Anderson as managers. I was hungry and went back and fourth to the bar to buy some crisps. They started off costing 40p and ended up costing 50p. Then it was heaven in my hand. Hot Dog. With Mustard. A bit of ketchup. Only missing onions. All for just £1. I was pleased. We then did the mug shots for the cup final and warmed up. The other team were HUGE. IN CAPITALS. HUGE. Well anyway I was doing little jobs and I went to get Ken's fleece from his car and he said have a Jelly Baby if you want. So I had one and it was disgusting. I spat it out. It was hot and not the right shape. I thougt well no more of them and got Ken his fleece.
In the match itself we saw Action with a capital A. We went 1-0 down and just to rub salt in my wounds fucking Johno didnt put the lid back on the olive oil in the physio bag. I was looking in the bag for some spray to notice that I was getting very wet. COVERED IN OLIVE OIL. I was not happy. At half time it was 1-1, Hegars scored a good goal. It finished 3-1 with Cheesy scoring a worldy walcott chip. Phew. Cheesy scored the other one which the keeper and defender ran into each other.
After the game Nigil bought the hot dogs in the dressing room and Chris came in and said Scott wants one with Ketchup and NO MUSTARD. I'm not taking the full blame. Chris said hold this, hold this. (this being the mustard) put a bit along there (there being the shaft of the sausage) but I put to much on. So we disguised it with a bit of ketchup. Unfortunatly the end result was a hot dog which left a trial of my journy from dressing room to outside the bar and scott noticed the mustard.
On the way home it was JBs all the way :D!
On behalf of Dan and Ken here is a Where's Wally to do.
He is there because I found him. If you find him say where in the comments bit below
JD
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14/04/2009
Tuesday 14th April 2009
Today dedicated to THE Purple Turtle.
This morning was the first morning when I woke up thinking shit I got my exams coming up in a few weeks and if I mess up thats me in trouble. I got up and for the first time this year I didn't have breakfast. I just wasn't hungry. Morning passed with nothing happening other than I decided to resign as Woking manager on Football manager cause I was still pissed off at waiting one hour. I started a new game as Hull manager.
I got invited to lunch at So's Kitchen next to the station and it was very nice. I was absolutly stuffed though. I was already limping but after all a ate it would have been easier to roll around. Just as I got in Josh Frost Niven and Matt were at my door to go to St Johns. I picked up my revision and headed down. Nothing happened until while playing football mark said, 'Can you smell burning?' and we turned around to see the trees on fire at the lye. We went over to inspect and a giant flaming circle was there and spreading fast. Well we went home and I set about doing s bit of revision. I got in trouble for eating some of my mum and dads easter egg but I was hungry and when the stomach calls I don't ignore it.
I forgot that Chelsea vs. Liverpool was on and I missed the first 10mins but from what I saw. WHAT A GAME. Not as good as Woking vs. Aldershot in the F.A. Trophy or Woking vs. Forest green when we came from 3 goals down and 10mins to go to win but never the less a great game. I was in and out of my bed and at half time I may have got a bit to cocky. My text to Jacko: 'Bahahahahahahahahaha!!! U wish you had Whitby in goal tonite instead of that lump (D. Them plastic chelsea fans are just as plastic as the seats there sitting on. Fans outsung. Players outplayed. Have fun second half. Eh. Son.' I might have cost Liverpool a Champions League semi final place with that text. Second half however was so uneventful it wasn't even blog worthy. I have never seen such rubbish. EDIT: COMPLAINT: I missed out the best match ever and I do agree. Woking FC 3, Former Champions of Europe Nottingham Forest 2. What a game that was.
I then go on msn to take abuse when I was delighted to find that I am famous. I will be avalible for autographs and pictures tomorow at Lingfield FC from 6 until 7.
On the subject of football I can't play tommorow cause my leg is still killing. I am not going to the doctors and I never will unless I am taken there in an ambulance. I hate hospitals. They are boring, lifless, souless places which take hours to see you and then do nothing. I will let it get better on its own. I would rather be in a bit of pain but happy rather than bored, gutted and pissy.
EDIT: MASSIVE NEWS. GRACE IS FINALLY BACK FROM TENERIFE.
Well that is pretty much that.
JD
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This morning was the first morning when I woke up thinking shit I got my exams coming up in a few weeks and if I mess up thats me in trouble. I got up and for the first time this year I didn't have breakfast. I just wasn't hungry. Morning passed with nothing happening other than I decided to resign as Woking manager on Football manager cause I was still pissed off at waiting one hour. I started a new game as Hull manager.
I got invited to lunch at So's Kitchen next to the station and it was very nice. I was absolutly stuffed though. I was already limping but after all a ate it would have been easier to roll around. Just as I got in Josh Frost Niven and Matt were at my door to go to St Johns. I picked up my revision and headed down. Nothing happened until while playing football mark said, 'Can you smell burning?' and we turned around to see the trees on fire at the lye. We went over to inspect and a giant flaming circle was there and spreading fast. Well we went home and I set about doing s bit of revision. I got in trouble for eating some of my mum and dads easter egg but I was hungry and when the stomach calls I don't ignore it.
I forgot that Chelsea vs. Liverpool was on and I missed the first 10mins but from what I saw. WHAT A GAME. Not as good as Woking vs. Aldershot in the F.A. Trophy or Woking vs. Forest green when we came from 3 goals down and 10mins to go to win but never the less a great game. I was in and out of my bed and at half time I may have got a bit to cocky. My text to Jacko: 'Bahahahahahahahahaha!!! U wish you had Whitby in goal tonite instead of that lump (D. Them plastic chelsea fans are just as plastic as the seats there sitting on. Fans outsung. Players outplayed. Have fun second half. Eh. Son.' I might have cost Liverpool a Champions League semi final place with that text. Second half however was so uneventful it wasn't even blog worthy. I have never seen such rubbish. EDIT: COMPLAINT: I missed out the best match ever and I do agree. Woking FC 3, Former Champions of Europe Nottingham Forest 2. What a game that was.
I then go on msn to take abuse when I was delighted to find that I am famous. I will be avalible for autographs and pictures tomorow at Lingfield FC from 6 until 7.
On the subject of football I can't play tommorow cause my leg is still killing. I am not going to the doctors and I never will unless I am taken there in an ambulance. I hate hospitals. They are boring, lifless, souless places which take hours to see you and then do nothing. I will let it get better on its own. I would rather be in a bit of pain but happy rather than bored, gutted and pissy.
EDIT: MASSIVE NEWS. GRACE IS FINALLY BACK FROM TENERIFE.
Well that is pretty much that.
JD
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13/04/2009
Day of depression
Today is dedicated to me
Nice day today. Perfect football weather. My plan was simple. Watch Cobham vs. Guildford in the morning and get to Woking Oxford just in time for kick off. I went in the clean purple turtle and I was on music duty. I wasn't good at it but we broke the coasting record. From the top of the hill at Pyrford we coasted into the Borough of Guildford! This sparked wild celebrations. We then used the new Cobham dartboard and I am still undefeated. Beat everyone at killer and then Jordan at three darts highest score. Unfortunatly there are one or two holes in and around the wall which the dart board is on.
Anyway the first half was my favorite Cobham game by far. I had a ball. AND WE WERE WINNING. Second half we lost but it was great fun and it was a good atmosphere. The chairman of Guildford City is a millionare and has been linked with Woking FC. So I was talking to our chairman just to make sure it was him and talking about him when he walked in. To save being red faced I dived straight in and asked him 'Are you the one who is going to buy Woking and save us from David Taylor and relegation?' He was acctually a really nice guy and simply said I have had offers but there are to many problems at the club. DAMN!
Anyway it was onto the woking game. In form Oxford at home. Nobody expected us to get anything out of the game so when we are true to form and get no points does it mean we are doomed to Conferance South football next year. Anything would have been a bonus
There was way to many Oxford supporters for the little chris lane terrace and there was over crowding. They were moved around and people spilled over. Kick off delayed for one hour becuase people wouldn't listen. Stupid. Then what infuritaed me was people were comparing it to Hillsbourgh. Now that pissed me off. Its the silly twaty Oxford supporters fault. Instead of doing the sensible thing and move to the big stand they stand around in the walk way which is packed. There was no crush and after a one hour delay people were moved around the ground. But to compare to Hillsbourgh. Well that has pissed me off.
Firstly the whole issue of Oxford fans could have been avoided to easily if it was all ticket. While nobody but got hurt and the club made a lot of extra money from the Oxford fans it was an accident waiting to happen. Giving them a quater of the KRE was asking for trouble. It was a good job there weren't any of the usual trouble makers who come to the big games otherwise there would have been trouble. The fact is that any other ground would have been just as unprepared as us.
The game was over as soon as they scored the second. We did play well and passed ball around nicely but thats not good enough. We don't have anyone who can play the killer ball and really create things. We had no period of sustained pressure and didn't get the crowd going. Turley had one save to make and thats not good enough.
Oxford weren't particualy good and didn't rip us to shreds, saying that not many teams have, but they have the killer instinct which we don't. They were very poor after they went 2-0 up but they did enough.
Graham Baker seems like a good guy and is getting more out of the players than Gilchrist did towards the end of his time. He knows what he is doing that is for sure but you get the feeling that he could get shafted by the players just like Gilchrist. Time will tell.
Well I got home in a furious mood and treated myself to left over roast dinner from yesterday. Joy. I nice cup of tea calmed me down as well.
JD
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Nice day today. Perfect football weather. My plan was simple. Watch Cobham vs. Guildford in the morning and get to Woking Oxford just in time for kick off. I went in the clean purple turtle and I was on music duty. I wasn't good at it but we broke the coasting record. From the top of the hill at Pyrford we coasted into the Borough of Guildford! This sparked wild celebrations. We then used the new Cobham dartboard and I am still undefeated. Beat everyone at killer and then Jordan at three darts highest score. Unfortunatly there are one or two holes in and around the wall which the dart board is on.
Anyway the first half was my favorite Cobham game by far. I had a ball. AND WE WERE WINNING. Second half we lost but it was great fun and it was a good atmosphere. The chairman of Guildford City is a millionare and has been linked with Woking FC. So I was talking to our chairman just to make sure it was him and talking about him when he walked in. To save being red faced I dived straight in and asked him 'Are you the one who is going to buy Woking and save us from David Taylor and relegation?' He was acctually a really nice guy and simply said I have had offers but there are to many problems at the club. DAMN!
Anyway it was onto the woking game. In form Oxford at home. Nobody expected us to get anything out of the game so when we are true to form and get no points does it mean we are doomed to Conferance South football next year. Anything would have been a bonus
There was way to many Oxford supporters for the little chris lane terrace and there was over crowding. They were moved around and people spilled over. Kick off delayed for one hour becuase people wouldn't listen. Stupid. Then what infuritaed me was people were comparing it to Hillsbourgh. Now that pissed me off. Its the silly twaty Oxford supporters fault. Instead of doing the sensible thing and move to the big stand they stand around in the walk way which is packed. There was no crush and after a one hour delay people were moved around the ground. But to compare to Hillsbourgh. Well that has pissed me off.
Firstly the whole issue of Oxford fans could have been avoided to easily if it was all ticket. While nobody but got hurt and the club made a lot of extra money from the Oxford fans it was an accident waiting to happen. Giving them a quater of the KRE was asking for trouble. It was a good job there weren't any of the usual trouble makers who come to the big games otherwise there would have been trouble. The fact is that any other ground would have been just as unprepared as us.
The game was over as soon as they scored the second. We did play well and passed ball around nicely but thats not good enough. We don't have anyone who can play the killer ball and really create things. We had no period of sustained pressure and didn't get the crowd going. Turley had one save to make and thats not good enough.
Oxford weren't particualy good and didn't rip us to shreds, saying that not many teams have, but they have the killer instinct which we don't. They were very poor after they went 2-0 up but they did enough.
Graham Baker seems like a good guy and is getting more out of the players than Gilchrist did towards the end of his time. He knows what he is doing that is for sure but you get the feeling that he could get shafted by the players just like Gilchrist. Time will tell.
Well I got home in a furious mood and treated myself to left over roast dinner from yesterday. Joy. I nice cup of tea calmed me down as well.
JD
End of Post
11/04/2009
Catchup
Firstly the results of the poll. Will Scott Crowley be fit for the cup final? YES 35%. NO 28%. Doesn't matter we don't need him 35%. The new poll is going to be up tommorow when I think of something.
Today is dedicated to THE WOKING TEAM AND GRAHAM BAKER!!! and anyone else who reads the blog today.
As I have forgot to update for a while I will start with Friday. I started in my usual manner however as it was good Friday I ate an Easter chocolate to go with my oats and more raisin and sainsbury's own orange juice. Also today I was modelling with a few other people at Cobham. I always knew I would make it as a model. It was pissing down so we couldn't do anything apart from eat mini Cheddars. Them BBQ ones were nice. I soon perked up when I found out it was for £30 though. We started of doing all these shots in the Diamond stuff and it all was going well till the second to last thing. I got my keeper stuff on and went in goal as they started doing free kicks around the manikins. I saved the ball and landed really awkwardly. My left hand side felt sore but I got up and just limped around. I normally hurt my side but this time hurt more than normal. Then I got in the clubhouse and it just got worse and worse. It got really stiff and I was hobbling badly. Also there is new seats and stuff in the clubhouse and a second hand dart board! Which I helped put up. I went home with Brooky and my leg was really starting to hurt now. I spent the evening hobbling around and revising. Also finally got my PS3 controller back again so I had a quick go on fifa before bed.
Saturday morning started without my usual oats and more with OJ! I had toast. There was also a reserve game in the afternoon which I was determined to be fit for espicially after Wednesday. Basically I didn't cover myself glory and Dan Whitby AKA Paul Robinson might have done a bad thing. Anyway I needed to get straight back in a flush away the memory of Wednesday but it wasn't to be. I went to warm up but I was still limping and it was really sore on the touch. So put on about 3 pairs of padded shorts and padded sells trousers. I then warmed up slowley and carefully to try and losen up and I was cooking. Until I dived. It was quite painful. In the end I said I could stand in the goal cause Chris was so tired from Kenya but I suppose it was impracticle. As I sat in the dressing room it started to hurt more and more and more. When everyone went I sat about getting changed and I couldn't. I had to get Jake to help me take my socks off and when he went I spent five minutes fumbling with my trousers and I couldn't get one leg off. So I walked out with one leg in a trouser and asked my dad to come in and help me get changed back into my tracksuit. My leg now wouldn't move without servre pain and I stumbled round to behind the goal to try and take the first aid kit to the dugout and fell over on the small verge and thought it best to stay there for a while cause I wouldn't be moving without being carried. I staggered around and then Manuel came over and helped me to the dugout and kept explaining to me what the doctors are going to do while I kept saying I HATE THE DOCTORS AND I AM NOT GOING. It was half time and the score was 0-6. I then made my way across the pitch and I made it to half way and I thought this is going well I might make it to the bar to see the Woking score when I hit the wall. I couldn't move. By the time I made it to the bar the players were ready to come out for the second half so I thought it best to park myself in a seat in the bar. The new confomfy seats are very hurt leg/hip friendly so I sat and watch soccer saturday while having Manuel going on about my leg. I was fist pumping at the Woking score and nearly leapt of my seat when Jaskilienen had a shot cleared off the line at 4-3. The final ressys score was 12-2. :(.
BUT WOKING WON!!! COME ON! COME ON! WE ARE STAYING UP!!!!!!!! LIAM MARUM IS A WANKER. BUT WHEN HE SCORES HE IS ALLAH. MOSES. GANESH. JESUS AND BARACK OBAMA ALL IN ONE. COME ON YOU CARDS.
Graham Baker's red and white army!
Thats that
JD
End of post
Today is dedicated to THE WOKING TEAM AND GRAHAM BAKER!!! and anyone else who reads the blog today.
As I have forgot to update for a while I will start with Friday. I started in my usual manner however as it was good Friday I ate an Easter chocolate to go with my oats and more raisin and sainsbury's own orange juice. Also today I was modelling with a few other people at Cobham. I always knew I would make it as a model. It was pissing down so we couldn't do anything apart from eat mini Cheddars. Them BBQ ones were nice. I soon perked up when I found out it was for £30 though. We started of doing all these shots in the Diamond stuff and it all was going well till the second to last thing. I got my keeper stuff on and went in goal as they started doing free kicks around the manikins. I saved the ball and landed really awkwardly. My left hand side felt sore but I got up and just limped around. I normally hurt my side but this time hurt more than normal. Then I got in the clubhouse and it just got worse and worse. It got really stiff and I was hobbling badly. Also there is new seats and stuff in the clubhouse and a second hand dart board! Which I helped put up. I went home with Brooky and my leg was really starting to hurt now. I spent the evening hobbling around and revising. Also finally got my PS3 controller back again so I had a quick go on fifa before bed.
Saturday morning started without my usual oats and more with OJ! I had toast. There was also a reserve game in the afternoon which I was determined to be fit for espicially after Wednesday. Basically I didn't cover myself glory and Dan Whitby AKA Paul Robinson might have done a bad thing. Anyway I needed to get straight back in a flush away the memory of Wednesday but it wasn't to be. I went to warm up but I was still limping and it was really sore on the touch. So put on about 3 pairs of padded shorts and padded sells trousers. I then warmed up slowley and carefully to try and losen up and I was cooking. Until I dived. It was quite painful. In the end I said I could stand in the goal cause Chris was so tired from Kenya but I suppose it was impracticle. As I sat in the dressing room it started to hurt more and more and more. When everyone went I sat about getting changed and I couldn't. I had to get Jake to help me take my socks off and when he went I spent five minutes fumbling with my trousers and I couldn't get one leg off. So I walked out with one leg in a trouser and asked my dad to come in and help me get changed back into my tracksuit. My leg now wouldn't move without servre pain and I stumbled round to behind the goal to try and take the first aid kit to the dugout and fell over on the small verge and thought it best to stay there for a while cause I wouldn't be moving without being carried. I staggered around and then Manuel came over and helped me to the dugout and kept explaining to me what the doctors are going to do while I kept saying I HATE THE DOCTORS AND I AM NOT GOING. It was half time and the score was 0-6. I then made my way across the pitch and I made it to half way and I thought this is going well I might make it to the bar to see the Woking score when I hit the wall. I couldn't move. By the time I made it to the bar the players were ready to come out for the second half so I thought it best to park myself in a seat in the bar. The new confomfy seats are very hurt leg/hip friendly so I sat and watch soccer saturday while having Manuel going on about my leg. I was fist pumping at the Woking score and nearly leapt of my seat when Jaskilienen had a shot cleared off the line at 4-3. The final ressys score was 12-2. :(.
BUT WOKING WON!!! COME ON! COME ON! WE ARE STAYING UP!!!!!!!! LIAM MARUM IS A WANKER. BUT WHEN HE SCORES HE IS ALLAH. MOSES. GANESH. JESUS AND BARACK OBAMA ALL IN ONE. COME ON YOU CARDS.
Graham Baker's red and white army!
Thats that
JD
End of post
08/04/2009
06/04/09 - 07/04/09
Today is dedicated to Scotty, Emily and Danny Taylor. George you didn't want one so your not getting one.
The first day of half term. Superb. I got up at about 8.30 and went downstairs for my favorite breakfast of oats and more with raisin and a nice glass of sainsbury's own orange juice. Superb. I then set about getting some German revision done.
Next I set about the important business of Football Manger 09. We are shooting up the league now. I have overcome my injury crisis and it stands me in good stead for the real Woking manager job. Then I walked over to Adams house and we went on his laptop, eat caramel bar and he showed me his new boots. Then we went down to the pitches at the bottom of Knaphill to watch Woking Academy play Ebbsfleet. I am developing an irrational dislike of the academy and so much so I wanted them to lose and they did. They were so poor and apart from the giant centre back who got injured, they weren't very good.
Time for the Cobham youth game in the evening. 3rd visit to Horely this year and on Saturday it will probably be four. Anyway I got changed with my own socks again cause the grey ones have gone. I put my gloves down with the bag of balls and cones and went for a jog and then the sprinklers came on. Soaking my gloves completely and as I ran to the rescue of my gloves I got soaked. So I went to warm up in a safe place where I wouldn't get showered and inevitable the sprinklers came on there too. Just to make matters even worse my goal mouth was completely soaked and there was loads of standing water. I was not happy. The warm up went fine and we drew 1-1 with Horley. A fair result but they did get a late goal so it was a bitter pill to swollow. Horely is my favorite ground by far. Sausage and chips after the game. A bit of vinegar and you can't go wrong. All that was missing was mustard but beggars can't be choosers. I was so high after the game that I couldn't sleep so I just sat on msn discussing things. I had a bad back and hip again but it was all good in the morning.
Tuesday started in exacly the same way with my oats and more raisin and glass of sainsbury's own orange juice. It was more football manager and revision until I went to the first team game. I was outside till 7 cause Shane told me 6 30. I then shared out my segmants of terry's chocolate orange. Steve had 2 bits and Ken had 3! There was none left for Emily or the amazing Scott who will get £3 if he comes down Cobham tonight. In the end the first team lost 2-0. Shane hit the bar with a amazing shot and the dominated sceond half. I got home and Max and Lou Lou were staying over. We tried to make the PS3 work and failed and then tried to get the wii working and failed. We watched epic movie which they thought was shit and then we retired to the bedroom for a nice long chat.
JD
End of post.
The first day of half term. Superb. I got up at about 8.30 and went downstairs for my favorite breakfast of oats and more with raisin and a nice glass of sainsbury's own orange juice. Superb. I then set about getting some German revision done.
Next I set about the important business of Football Manger 09. We are shooting up the league now. I have overcome my injury crisis and it stands me in good stead for the real Woking manager job. Then I walked over to Adams house and we went on his laptop, eat caramel bar and he showed me his new boots. Then we went down to the pitches at the bottom of Knaphill to watch Woking Academy play Ebbsfleet. I am developing an irrational dislike of the academy and so much so I wanted them to lose and they did. They were so poor and apart from the giant centre back who got injured, they weren't very good.
Time for the Cobham youth game in the evening. 3rd visit to Horely this year and on Saturday it will probably be four. Anyway I got changed with my own socks again cause the grey ones have gone. I put my gloves down with the bag of balls and cones and went for a jog and then the sprinklers came on. Soaking my gloves completely and as I ran to the rescue of my gloves I got soaked. So I went to warm up in a safe place where I wouldn't get showered and inevitable the sprinklers came on there too. Just to make matters even worse my goal mouth was completely soaked and there was loads of standing water. I was not happy. The warm up went fine and we drew 1-1 with Horley. A fair result but they did get a late goal so it was a bitter pill to swollow. Horely is my favorite ground by far. Sausage and chips after the game. A bit of vinegar and you can't go wrong. All that was missing was mustard but beggars can't be choosers. I was so high after the game that I couldn't sleep so I just sat on msn discussing things. I had a bad back and hip again but it was all good in the morning.
Tuesday started in exacly the same way with my oats and more raisin and glass of sainsbury's own orange juice. It was more football manager and revision until I went to the first team game. I was outside till 7 cause Shane told me 6 30. I then shared out my segmants of terry's chocolate orange. Steve had 2 bits and Ken had 3! There was none left for Emily or the amazing Scott who will get £3 if he comes down Cobham tonight. In the end the first team lost 2-0. Shane hit the bar with a amazing shot and the dominated sceond half. I got home and Max and Lou Lou were staying over. We tried to make the PS3 work and failed and then tried to get the wii working and failed. We watched epic movie which they thought was shit and then we retired to the bedroom for a nice long chat.
JD
End of post.
06/04/2009
Football manager 09 - Woking
As I am preparing to hand in my CV to Woking for the third time I thought it best to catch up on my FM09 skills. I remembered why I stopped because we had such terrible injury crisis and we were about to play 2nd in the table. I lined up with my favorite 4-1-3-2 formation but with Right winger Chris Palmer wildly out of postion but I had no choice.
Only Tom Hutchinson and Danny Bunce remain from my orginal team. I got to league 2 in my first season. I had 9 first team players out for my game against Port Vale and 6 of those 9 would be in my best 11.
Anyway playing Port Vale we were not favorite to win and went behind early after early pressure. I couldn't change it. The players on the bench wern't fit enough to play and the only changes I could make were defensive so I could only hope to nick a goal. Then Stuart Thurgood got injured again so I was left with having to put Danny Bunce in midfield.
Second half Tim Sills scored a great goal to equalize and we had a real chance of a point against the odds. Centre Mid Jimmy Ryan couldn't last any longer so he had to go off and I was forced into big changes.
To give me any chance I took off Sills and put on Domoraund for the last 10mins and went long ball and agressive. Port Vale played a high line and Domoraund missed two great chances, hitting the post with one of them. The game finished 1-1 but I could have won it in the end.
Just to deepen my injury problem Stuart Thurgood broke his leg in the Port Vale game and is out for 5-6 months. As far as the league table goes I am doing pretty well. 18th and not much danger of relegation. Next season I aiming for top half.
Next game I lost 2-0 away at Barnet. We didn't have a shot on target and played badly. I've spent the budget and players aren't on the way back for another 2 months. The only positive was Matt Pattison's return. I am so desperate for players I am going to have to recall Lummers from Hayes and Yeading.
Only Tom Hutchinson and Danny Bunce remain from my orginal team. I got to league 2 in my first season. I had 9 first team players out for my game against Port Vale and 6 of those 9 would be in my best 11.
Anyway playing Port Vale we were not favorite to win and went behind early after early pressure. I couldn't change it. The players on the bench wern't fit enough to play and the only changes I could make were defensive so I could only hope to nick a goal. Then Stuart Thurgood got injured again so I was left with having to put Danny Bunce in midfield.
Second half Tim Sills scored a great goal to equalize and we had a real chance of a point against the odds. Centre Mid Jimmy Ryan couldn't last any longer so he had to go off and I was forced into big changes.
To give me any chance I took off Sills and put on Domoraund for the last 10mins and went long ball and agressive. Port Vale played a high line and Domoraund missed two great chances, hitting the post with one of them. The game finished 1-1 but I could have won it in the end.
Just to deepen my injury problem Stuart Thurgood broke his leg in the Port Vale game and is out for 5-6 months. As far as the league table goes I am doing pretty well. 18th and not much danger of relegation. Next season I aiming for top half.
Next game I lost 2-0 away at Barnet. We didn't have a shot on target and played badly. I've spent the budget and players aren't on the way back for another 2 months. The only positive was Matt Pattison's return. I am so desperate for players I am going to have to recall Lummers from Hayes and Yeading.
05/04/2009
05/04/09 - Sunday
Today is dedicated to Emily who is getting sun burnt in America. Also to the wonderful Allana Bananna :D. The star of the blog today is Shane.
Well I crawled out of bed this morning and set about making some toast. All we had was granary bread and a baguette so using my initiative and cut the baguette length ways and toasted it with some marmalade and butter. Wouldn't be complete without a glass of sainsbury's own Orange Juice. Then I had a life changing choice to make. Watch the Andrew Marr show or the F1 race. It goes without saying I chose to watch the F1 and I think good decision. It wasn't to boring and it was raining which made it better but then it was red flagged cause it rained to hard. That is crazy! They are paid to put there lives in danger so why not do it. They should have done last car standing as the winner.
After the F1 I walked up to Shane's house and we watched the last twenty minutes of Cardiff against Swansea and it was a pretty good match. I was sitting there with the dog sniffing my bollocks as usual and then Swansea scored a screamer. Then they got a penalty and scored and we walked down to loop road to watch meadow. We discussed all sorts and timing was pretty perfect. Half an hour before kick off so enough time for a kick around. Meadow were playing Onslow/ St Francis so it was always going to be an easy win. Cougars took them to extra time so meadow weren't exactly going to struggle. Ollie B and Fullbrook were there. Meadow scored two early goals and were cruising until they scored. I missed the goal cause I was busy being dazzled by Rideouts unbelievable goalkeeping talent. I remember them scoring again straight away from Meadows kick off from about 40 yards. Jake Ayres I'm fairly sure you weren't happy with that. Once again I was amazed by Cheesy again. He is like a bullet. A BULLET! He looks faster as well with the hair fly backwards making him more aero-dynamic. At half time it was 2-2. The other team had a right porker up front. He was about as mobile as a beached whale and had as much prowess as a cat going through a cap flap that's to small for it. Anyway you get the picture. Eventually Meadow scored but then the other team scored again and it finished 3-3. They drew 3-3 with a team cougars only lost to in extra time. We also conceded two less goals and with a back four which couldn't clear a fogged up windscreen never mind a moving football.
After the match the fun started. We practised getting lobbed and then Whitby, against all the odds majestically, magnificently and every other superlative beginning with M curled the ball in off the post into the top corner but better was still to come. Standing about 30 yards from the goal and directly in line with the goal a curled the ball in between the posts. This sparked wild celebration. Next the amazing Tracey picked us up and as we were on our way home I got Shane's wallet and cards out my bag. Cause my bag is a bit muddy the wallet may have got a bit dirty. Shane decided the best method of cleaning would be hang it out the window of the car so the dirt would fly off. I am fairly sure that even the dumbest reader can predict what happened next. The wallet flew out of his hand and bouncing on the side of the road. To make matters even better the wallet landed next to a dead rat. I got in and did nothing until I was listening to Sky Sports News to find Man U losing to villa switched on five live in excitement cause my parents are stingy so we don't have proper sky. Anyway I found that after each commentary orgasm there was a goal and unfortunately the one in the 90th minute pissed me off. Stinky top four. I hate all the top four and there glory hunting fans. I think my favorite top four team is Arsenal though at least they play nice football and I like Alumina. I am not even going to get started on Chelsea or Man UTD. At least Liverpool has one or two real fans.
That was that really. I have learn't how to put a poll on the blog now and a youtube video box. Also there is quote of the day and on this day in history
JD
End of Post
Well I crawled out of bed this morning and set about making some toast. All we had was granary bread and a baguette so using my initiative and cut the baguette length ways and toasted it with some marmalade and butter. Wouldn't be complete without a glass of sainsbury's own Orange Juice. Then I had a life changing choice to make. Watch the Andrew Marr show or the F1 race. It goes without saying I chose to watch the F1 and I think good decision. It wasn't to boring and it was raining which made it better but then it was red flagged cause it rained to hard. That is crazy! They are paid to put there lives in danger so why not do it. They should have done last car standing as the winner.
After the F1 I walked up to Shane's house and we watched the last twenty minutes of Cardiff against Swansea and it was a pretty good match. I was sitting there with the dog sniffing my bollocks as usual and then Swansea scored a screamer. Then they got a penalty and scored and we walked down to loop road to watch meadow. We discussed all sorts and timing was pretty perfect. Half an hour before kick off so enough time for a kick around. Meadow were playing Onslow/ St Francis so it was always going to be an easy win. Cougars took them to extra time so meadow weren't exactly going to struggle. Ollie B and Fullbrook were there. Meadow scored two early goals and were cruising until they scored. I missed the goal cause I was busy being dazzled by Rideouts unbelievable goalkeeping talent. I remember them scoring again straight away from Meadows kick off from about 40 yards. Jake Ayres I'm fairly sure you weren't happy with that. Once again I was amazed by Cheesy again. He is like a bullet. A BULLET! He looks faster as well with the hair fly backwards making him more aero-dynamic. At half time it was 2-2. The other team had a right porker up front. He was about as mobile as a beached whale and had as much prowess as a cat going through a cap flap that's to small for it. Anyway you get the picture. Eventually Meadow scored but then the other team scored again and it finished 3-3. They drew 3-3 with a team cougars only lost to in extra time. We also conceded two less goals and with a back four which couldn't clear a fogged up windscreen never mind a moving football.
After the match the fun started. We practised getting lobbed and then Whitby, against all the odds majestically, magnificently and every other superlative beginning with M curled the ball in off the post into the top corner but better was still to come. Standing about 30 yards from the goal and directly in line with the goal a curled the ball in between the posts. This sparked wild celebration. Next the amazing Tracey picked us up and as we were on our way home I got Shane's wallet and cards out my bag. Cause my bag is a bit muddy the wallet may have got a bit dirty. Shane decided the best method of cleaning would be hang it out the window of the car so the dirt would fly off. I am fairly sure that even the dumbest reader can predict what happened next. The wallet flew out of his hand and bouncing on the side of the road. To make matters even better the wallet landed next to a dead rat. I got in and did nothing until I was listening to Sky Sports News to find Man U losing to villa switched on five live in excitement cause my parents are stingy so we don't have proper sky. Anyway I found that after each commentary orgasm there was a goal and unfortunately the one in the 90th minute pissed me off. Stinky top four. I hate all the top four and there glory hunting fans. I think my favorite top four team is Arsenal though at least they play nice football and I like Alumina. I am not even going to get started on Chelsea or Man UTD. At least Liverpool has one or two real fans.
That was that really. I have learn't how to put a poll on the blog now and a youtube video box. Also there is quote of the day and on this day in history
JD
End of Post
04/04/2009
04/04/09
Today is dedicated to liam marum who's name doesn't deserve capital letters who scored Wokings 88th minute winner against Barrow. Also Max Suter. Finally to Grace who kept me entertained for hours last night.
Firstly there is two bits breaking news. Scott Crowley is now off his crutches and celebrated by watching QPR draw 0-0 with Cyrstal Palace in a shit game. Second breaking news is the Kenya lot landed in Nirobi at about 6 o clock this evening.
Saturday morning I crawled out of bed embracing the weekend. I quickly went down stairs and made myself a cup of tea and a bowl of my favorite cereal oats and more. The morning flew by and I achieved nothing. It was about 12 and I was half way up the loft ladder putting the sheets and stuff back up there from Monday when I turned my phone on and nearly feel down when the text noise came on. I composed myself and continued up the ladder but nearly feel down again when I read the text. Ben asked if I wanted to go down and warm up with the first team and I was delighted. I dropped all the sheets and ran downstairs to show my mum the text. I quickly got my stuff and header for Cobham. We played well against a team who are paid £200 a week but they were no better. Shane and Dan were better than any of the players. In the end we lost 2-0. Then Hicksey delieved the news. Liam Marum scored in the 88th minute for Woking. I nearly hit my head in the dugout celebrating. We even held on for victory. Could we acctully stay up?
I stayed at the club till half 7 and it was quite fun. I will make sure I get a notepad Mark so I can remember everything properly.
Nothing else intresting happened really.
JD
End of post
Firstly there is two bits breaking news. Scott Crowley is now off his crutches and celebrated by watching QPR draw 0-0 with Cyrstal Palace in a shit game. Second breaking news is the Kenya lot landed in Nirobi at about 6 o clock this evening.
Saturday morning I crawled out of bed embracing the weekend. I quickly went down stairs and made myself a cup of tea and a bowl of my favorite cereal oats and more. The morning flew by and I achieved nothing. It was about 12 and I was half way up the loft ladder putting the sheets and stuff back up there from Monday when I turned my phone on and nearly feel down when the text noise came on. I composed myself and continued up the ladder but nearly feel down again when I read the text. Ben asked if I wanted to go down and warm up with the first team and I was delighted. I dropped all the sheets and ran downstairs to show my mum the text. I quickly got my stuff and header for Cobham. We played well against a team who are paid £200 a week but they were no better. Shane and Dan were better than any of the players. In the end we lost 2-0. Then Hicksey delieved the news. Liam Marum scored in the 88th minute for Woking. I nearly hit my head in the dugout celebrating. We even held on for victory. Could we acctully stay up?
I stayed at the club till half 7 and it was quite fun. I will make sure I get a notepad Mark so I can remember everything properly.
Nothing else intresting happened really.
JD
End of post
03/04/2009
Tuesday - Friday
Today's blog is dedicated to the Kenya lot. Please bring back some good footballing Kenyans for Woking and the Cobham Youth team who blew away East Grinstead on Thursday.
Firstly I can't remember much about the school day until my fun filled one hour detention with Scrivener. We discussed the pros and cons of blogging, listened to The Kooks' original album (chiefly the seaside song) and all this while writing out the code of conduct. We also discussed Nick Hughes and Shane Rideout who he was very complementary about. Then to ensure I wouldn't half to go to two hours of dribble I didn't tell my mum or dad about the D of E presentation until half way to Cobham training and a good thing to cause it was a superb session. On the pitch again and the future Woking manager took it and it was good. On the subject of Woking after a 1-5 loss they have sacked Phil Gilchrist. I am furious about it to however there maybe a silver lining. Maybe the club might see sense and appoint me this time. The club will receive my CV very shortly. Nothing major happened on Wednesday other than our final dance in P.E. If I am honest it could have gone better and we did have injury problems cause Emily had a really bad back and Josh was away. C band were doing JFO.
Thursday was our turn to do JFO and I had a ball. It was a superb day. Langy, Max and I were managing Pyrford A. We got off to a great start winning 6-0 and 2-0 however in the biggest game agianst Thurgys team we lost :(. I couldn't believe it. We picked ourselves up and beat Sythwood 3-1. The 3 of us decided to then give awards to the players. Player of the day went to Ed. Best goal to holly and best attitude to William. The whole team were superb and I enjoyed every minute. I have also decided I want to manage or coach a little kids team on a Sunday. Then I had a Clarky lesson with Clarky back on top form.
Then for Cobham and we were playing title favorite East Grinstead away. It is a lovely little ground but miles away. We warmed up in a lovely sunset and I found out I was playing. Determined not to play shit I relaxed and just played nice a calmly with game head on. Lewis scored again and then Rideout blasted in a freekick. 2-0 up at half time and cruising. Second half was much of the same and we sealed the match with an outragous Timmy volley to make it 3-0. With not long left Dan or Nick lost there man from a corner and cost me my clean sheet and the game was alive again until Johno turned and crashed the ball home. Despite not having many saves to make I was delighted with the way I played and my decisions were a million times better than they have been all year and my kicking was good. Very, very good Thursday. The only blot on a super Thursday was no pasta in the bar. Just sandwiches.
Friday passed effortlessly. Good week
JD
End of post.
Firstly I can't remember much about the school day until my fun filled one hour detention with Scrivener. We discussed the pros and cons of blogging, listened to The Kooks' original album (chiefly the seaside song) and all this while writing out the code of conduct. We also discussed Nick Hughes and Shane Rideout who he was very complementary about. Then to ensure I wouldn't half to go to two hours of dribble I didn't tell my mum or dad about the D of E presentation until half way to Cobham training and a good thing to cause it was a superb session. On the pitch again and the future Woking manager took it and it was good. On the subject of Woking after a 1-5 loss they have sacked Phil Gilchrist. I am furious about it to however there maybe a silver lining. Maybe the club might see sense and appoint me this time. The club will receive my CV very shortly. Nothing major happened on Wednesday other than our final dance in P.E. If I am honest it could have gone better and we did have injury problems cause Emily had a really bad back and Josh was away. C band were doing JFO.
Thursday was our turn to do JFO and I had a ball. It was a superb day. Langy, Max and I were managing Pyrford A. We got off to a great start winning 6-0 and 2-0 however in the biggest game agianst Thurgys team we lost :(. I couldn't believe it. We picked ourselves up and beat Sythwood 3-1. The 3 of us decided to then give awards to the players. Player of the day went to Ed. Best goal to holly and best attitude to William. The whole team were superb and I enjoyed every minute. I have also decided I want to manage or coach a little kids team on a Sunday. Then I had a Clarky lesson with Clarky back on top form.
Then for Cobham and we were playing title favorite East Grinstead away. It is a lovely little ground but miles away. We warmed up in a lovely sunset and I found out I was playing. Determined not to play shit I relaxed and just played nice a calmly with game head on. Lewis scored again and then Rideout blasted in a freekick. 2-0 up at half time and cruising. Second half was much of the same and we sealed the match with an outragous Timmy volley to make it 3-0. With not long left Dan or Nick lost there man from a corner and cost me my clean sheet and the game was alive again until Johno turned and crashed the ball home. Despite not having many saves to make I was delighted with the way I played and my decisions were a million times better than they have been all year and my kicking was good. Very, very good Thursday. The only blot on a super Thursday was no pasta in the bar. Just sandwiches.
Friday passed effortlessly. Good week
JD
End of post.
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