Moving on.......after 2 seasons of mediocrity David Trezeguet makes his long awaited transfer to Skipton AFC.....
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
No. 3 - Pete "Pistol" Singleton
Name: Pistol Pete
Age: Very Old
Position: Defensive Midfield Striker
Currently holed away in an exclusive high altitude rehabilitation centre, some may have feared they had seen the last of the silver fox.
After some early promising appearances in the UK in the late 80's/early 90's, Pistol Pete was forced to flee the country in a non-football related scandal, and headed for the purest convict colony of them all, Australia. After 6 years in exile, and as a stalwart of the Gladesville RSL defence, he headed back to the UK with a quick one year contractual stopover in the USA.
This was to be the start of a dream 7-a-side career, leading a team to the final and victory in his local tournament. Unfortuntely, he was so excited that he threw his arms in the air, dislocated his shoulder and ended up in the local hospital having it relocated under general anaesthetic. (After handing out the trophies) Aganst all advice, he then drove home wearing only a backless hospital gown, football boots and shin pads.
On his return, and post-shoulder reattachment, Pistol Pete eventually was brought into the WNSS fold, and subsequently to the mighty WNSS 7-a-side team. Best known for a turn of speed that belies his slim athleticism (Very similar to a Russian oil tanker), and a propensity for shouting at Flames for no apparrent reason. A steady player, prone to the occasional misguided action, including splitting the lip of a meathead form Frank's Paving, slapping the fat guy from Lostock 1892, and most recently giving away an undeserved penalty.
Hopefully this latest injury setback will not be the final curtain on an illustrious and infamous career........
Age: Very Old
Position: Defensive Midfield Striker
Currently holed away in an exclusive high altitude rehabilitation centre, some may have feared they had seen the last of the silver fox.
After some early promising appearances in the UK in the late 80's/early 90's, Pistol Pete was forced to flee the country in a non-football related scandal, and headed for the purest convict colony of them all, Australia. After 6 years in exile, and as a stalwart of the Gladesville RSL defence, he headed back to the UK with a quick one year contractual stopover in the USA.
This was to be the start of a dream 7-a-side career, leading a team to the final and victory in his local tournament. Unfortuntely, he was so excited that he threw his arms in the air, dislocated his shoulder and ended up in the local hospital having it relocated under general anaesthetic. (After handing out the trophies) Aganst all advice, he then drove home wearing only a backless hospital gown, football boots and shin pads.
On his return, and post-shoulder reattachment, Pistol Pete eventually was brought into the WNSS fold, and subsequently to the mighty WNSS 7-a-side team. Best known for a turn of speed that belies his slim athleticism (Very similar to a Russian oil tanker), and a propensity for shouting at Flames for no apparrent reason. A steady player, prone to the occasional misguided action, including splitting the lip of a meathead form Frank's Paving, slapping the fat guy from Lostock 1892, and most recently giving away an undeserved penalty.
Hopefully this latest injury setback will not be the final curtain on an illustrious and infamous career........
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Rock bottom, no oxygen tanks, and lead slippers......WNSS in crisis?
On a balmy January afternoon, one mans managerial debut was expected to be the pancea to salvage a wretched season. What transpired was anything but. Sir Geoffrey Howe once stood up in the houses of parliament and likened his stewardship as foreign secretary, under Margaret Thatcher to that of a batsman with a smashed bat facing the West Indian fast-bowlers. Mikos now shares that ignominious fate.
From the off, they were up against it; Coco's chronographical apocalypse aside. With Daz carrying his entrails like a wounded Vietnam infantryman, and others carrying knocks, it was always going to be a struggle; add to that the Legends self-imposed exile, and the hapless Flames guarding the onion bag. You can draw your own conclusions. Such dreadful preparations could only be matched by the Beast's terminal failure to communicate which kit should be worn several weeks earlier. Grown men shouldn't be made to wear red bra's.
What was not needed was an early goal; so in true WNSS fashion, Flames and Guido conspired to deliver one. The frustration was palpable as Flames booted the ball up Guido's arse once, twice, and a third for good measure.
Can things get any worse
From the off, they were up against it; Coco's chronographical apocalypse aside. With Daz carrying his entrails like a wounded Vietnam infantryman, and others carrying knocks, it was always going to be a struggle; add to that the Legends self-imposed exile, and the hapless Flames guarding the onion bag. You can draw your own conclusions. Such dreadful preparations could only be matched by the Beast's terminal failure to communicate which kit should be worn several weeks earlier. Grown men shouldn't be made to wear red bra's.
What was not needed was an early goal; so in true WNSS fashion, Flames and Guido conspired to deliver one. The frustration was palpable as Flames booted the ball up Guido's arse once, twice, and a third for good measure.
Can things get any worse
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