keresaspa: (Robb Wilton)
I mentioned a previous excursion to the Diamond in Rathcoole on here a couple of years back and, once again, a visit to the match there today ended in another abandonment. Admittedly this one was rather less dramatic as, rather than a pitched battle between the two sides today's was on safety grounds after a Barn United player accidentally caught a ferociously struck clearance right in the face and was knocked spark out, prompting the two managers to eventually agree that the 70 odd minutes played would do and the result could stand. Ambulance and everything, so good luck to the lad.

Still it was a slightly anti-climactic ending to my own season as, so far as I can see, this will be my last game of the season before the summer shutdown. Having attended 57 games as a live spectator I'm one short of equalling my record but it's still a good return, encompassing 33 different grounds, including first ever visits to Dixon Park in Belfast, the Old Spotted Dog in London, Adie Moran Park in Bury, Plumpton Park in Bradford, Pennypit Park in Prestonpans, Ainslie Park in Edinburgh and of course Central Park in Cowdenbeath, a place that I'll be keen to get back to ASAP, even if relegation happens. There was also long overdue returns to Tynecastle and the Oval, both of which had been missed these last few years, as well as Houston Park and Aircraft Park, neither of which have. I even managed my first taste of European football since 1996 watching Bayern Munich destroy poor old Hibernian in the Women's Champions League.

I was perhaps a little less attentive with regards to following Donegal Celtic as I missed a couple of home matches for various reasons (something I haven't done in a few years) and largely eschewed any away games that were outside of easy access. I'm still trying to figure out why that was the case - perhaps my legendary love of the underdog means that a season of comparative success and being one of the big fish in the tiny pond of the Premier Intermediate League hold less appeal than the struggles of the last few years. Who knows?

Either way it has been a productive season all round for yours truly although, for once, I'm rather prepared for a few weeks away from it all and am not dreading the summer the way I usually do. Check in with me in a fortnight or so to see if that's still the case (I doubt it very much) but for now 2016-17 can be put to rest with a fond farewell and I can put my feet up for a while.


Oct. 8th, 2016 12:33 pm
keresaspa: (Gus Goose)
Such is the regularity with which I go to Edinburgh these days that it hardly seems worth mentioning.

But let's anyway )
keresaspa: (Cartman)
Every time I post to this now I seem to begin with a note to excuse my absence due to the paucity of updates. What can I say, less than auspicious days recently. In the meanwhile however a standing engagement in Edinburgh took me across the sea once more and, as ever, I shall betell the events.

Lay on, MacDuff )
keresaspa: (Piggy Banks)
Finally, at long last, we can put all the nonsense of people pretending to care about made-up rubbish like omnium and yngling and get back to the only sport that matters, football. OK, so there was allegedly football at the Olympics but any international football tournament that has the UK as a participant is clearly not worth the candle. The league is where it's at and as such I must now turn my attention to the coming season and do my usual load of waffle about how it won't pan out. Enjoy.

Read more... )
keresaspa: (Mister Magoo)
The Premier League is still to finish so I will deal with it as and when but I made my predictions at the start of the season so now that it is over I should loo at how close I was. So read on (which you won't) or off you go (which you will). My predictions are the table on the left, the real ones are those to the right.

hit it, guys )

So that's that then. Still the Premier League to go with Albion in with a shout of claiming a highly creditable tenth place as a great way to sign off before next season's relegation and I'm sure all right-thinking individuals will join me in hoping that Mancini can finally knock Ferguson off his perch and deliver the title to Eastlands. So come on City (until we all get sick of your dominance and sudden influx of glory hunters and start hating you as well in a few years).
keresaspa: (Julius Nyerere)
2011 review thing )

Me again

Sep. 30th, 2011 08:19 pm
keresaspa: (Mrs Mack)
Sorry about the sudden break in communication there (like you even noticed) but I have been out of town since Monday. Yes as a late birthday present I hit the road and spent four night in Edinburgh. And a fine time it was too.

It is fair to say that if somebody is at an airport there is an overwhelming probability that they will be either a numb-nuts or a poop-nose. Certainly that is very much the case at Belfast International Airport and my intense hatred of flying was not altered by either experience this time. It's not just the flights themselves (even though they are extremely unpleasant) it is the whole rigmarole that goes along with them, be it having to turn up for a journey a good two hours before it happens, the fact that airports are never anywhere near the places that they are named after or all the unnecessary security fascism that continues a full ten years after the Twin Towers. I mean we can board buses without all that rubbish and they get blown up all the time. So as a consequence of flying being generally crap it was well after four before I arrived in Edinburgh proper and that meant a mad dash from my hotel to Easter Road to get there before five. Yes, for some reason I decided I would go and watch the Hibernian-St. Johnstone match and so I had to get to the ticket office before it closed. No problem in the end leaving me a bit of time to knock about Greyfriars and Cockburn Street where a hipster record shop proved a surprisingly good source of Turkish psychedelia. I managed to explore bits of Leith in the evening before settling down to a fish supper. Kudos to the Scots for continuing to use "supper" rather than the English invention of "and chips" but a big thumbs down for the choice of condiments. Salt and vinegar are, of course, a must, but brown sauce on a fish supper is wrong on so many levels that I don't even know where to begin. The hotel itself was reasonable but I was forced to rescan their Freeview box as it wasn't giving me Challenge TV, which is obviously essential viewing.

On a whim I boarded the train on Tuesday morning and spent the day in scenic Glasgow. Some decent shopping was had but I must say I found the layout of the city very confusing and the fact that a good percentage of the population seemed to be permanently pissed was a little disconcerting. Not a bad day but I'm glad I decided to make Glasgow the city for the day trip and Edinburgh the city to stay in as I much prefer Auld Reekie to Glesga. So about five o'clock I was ready to mosey only to find that my ticket kept being rejected. Consulting with a guard I was told it was an off-peak ticket and as such was invalid until half six unless I paid a bit extra to upgrade. Checking with the ticket office I found out that the "bit extra" was actually £8.40. What a rip-off! Suffice to say I told them to shove it and arsed about for an hour and a half.

A pre-planned route, drawn with the aid of Google Maps some time earlier, was followed on Wednesday, taking me up North Bridge and that as far as Salisbury Place, along the Grange Road and stuff before eventually jigging down Brunsfield as far as Fountainbridge. Inevitably on Google Maps things like that look a straight run that should take about 45 minutes. Inevitably in real life however street signs go walkabout, turnings appear out of nowhere and 45 minutes turns into three hours before you know it. The baking heat, apparently the hottest 28th September on record, didn't help but it was a pleasant enough way to spend the afternoon. Never in my life have I seen so many people who look just like Michelle McManus and I was equally overwhelmed by the ratio of branches of Greggs to supermarkets with salad bars (the mystery of those table-topping performances in the world heart attack leagues becomes less mysterious) but it was a fine way to spend a day nonetheless. The evening was spent at Easter Road in a weird mix of summer and autumn with shirt sleeves temperatures combining with floodlights from the word go. Having not been in a big stadium for around a decade I was initially overwhelmed by the size of the place and took a brief dizzy spell. Before long however I got used to it and I actually seemed very close to the action when it kicked off. The game itself was a belter. In quality terms it was well short of the English game but streets ahead of our local scene and it was interesting to see how inconspicuous the referee was. Challenges that might have brought a red card in England were ignored and the game flowed better for it. Approaching the game as a neutral I soon got caught up in cheering on Hibernian and they didn't disappoint, scoring a couple of excellent goals and a penalty and even conceding a late one to set up a grandstand finish. Top stuff, the Hibees were worth their 3-2 win and Ivan Sproule looked a hell of a player, one eye or not. Magic!

The scorching heat continued on Thursday as I spent the day wandering around the city. I've been to Edinburgh plenty of times before but have never seen a lot of the sights and so I rectified that by taking in the Parliament, the castle, a bunch of old churches and graveyards and the punishing Calton Hill, where I found myself feeling somewhat overcome by heat stroke. By that stage the early darkness was arriving again, combining once more with scorching temperatures, a combination that seemed almost otherworldly. But it was good stuff either way and I thoroughly enjoyed my time catching up with this fine old city again. The journey home was hellish to say the least, involving as it did four hour waits, pissed-up loyalists and standing in the lashing rain for half an hour waiting on a bus but who cares about all that as everything else was just dandy. Good show.
keresaspa: (Default)
Finally a bit of sense has been seen and Bryan Robson has been sent packing from the Albion. Fair play to him, he kept us up when we looked doomed but last season should have seen improvement rather than the limp rubbish we ended up with. He should have went in the summer really to give somebody a chance to build their own team, but such as life. As for his replacement, well Alan Curbishley is the biggest and best name available and would be a good choice as we all know he can turn a fairly minor club into mid-table Premiership fodder. Still, he's London to the core and would probably not wish to slum it in the Midlands. The only other half-decent manager who is available would be Dave Penney, who would be a reasonable appointment but not exactly a world beater. Poaching somebody might have to be the way to go. Mike Newell has taken Luton as far as is humanly possible and would fit the bill well. Failing that getting Micky Adams away from Coventry would be satisfactory, if a bit unlikely. Tony Mowbray could do alright, although would he leave Hibs for the Albion? I could live with Steve Cotterill if needs must, but I would hardly be bursting with excitement, UEFA Pro Licence notwithstanding. Colin Calderwood would be a bit of a gamble as he still has a lot to prove. As for the rest Glen Hoddle would be a slap in the face, Gary Megson a massive step back, there is definitely no place for has-beens like Peter Reid, Joe Royle, George Graham, David O'Leary or Graeme Souness or never-beens like Paul Merson or Gary McAllister, whilst Lawrie Sanchez has a weak record in club management. Not exactly a great field to choose from, although if they want to go down the ex-player route then Spurs could always oblige and sack Martin Jol and we could give the violent flop some work. Just nobody mention Carlton Palmer's current unemployment!
keresaspa: (Colonel Blink)
Funny day. I noticed somebody has friended me (along with 600 others)for some journal promoting George W. Bush. Glad to see my enemies are taking notice. I must be gaining my usual notoreity. Good show.

Friday is the day for hard liquor. Much is required after the nail-biting finish to the Rangers-Hibernian match last night but luckily the old Teddy Bears came off worst and everything is sweet. Apart from that not much to report. See you all next week.


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