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Post by bodzy on Jun 28, 2007 10:58:02 GMT -1
A light-hearted look back
I’m feeling angry about modern day footballers, and I know why they have all gone soft……..it’s because of poncy names! That’s what it is.
Remember in the old days, when footy players kicked a ball made out of ten pounds of clay stitched inside a steel reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire???
Well in them days players could only survive the rigors of the game because they were called Albert, Arthur, Bert Harry Bill Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy.
Tough names for tough men them was
Well what have we now? Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. All of them tarts name’s, great big puffs, they are you know it’s no wonder the balls like a balloon and shin pads that are like slices of bread
In the old days you never saw Len Shacketon or Billy Wright with a piece of paper down his thin sock. Shin pads in them days were made out of library books and socks was like sackcloth.
Same with the jerseys they’ve got holes in now so they can breathe, so there little hairless chest doesn’t catch a chill
Stanley Matthews used to dribble around Europe’s finest wearing a tent and shorts cobbed together from the jacket of his de-mob suit Aye he did.
Therapy for stress, huh Stan Collymore slaps his missus and takes three seasons off with stress council ling! Whets that all about??
In the old days, it was expected for the footballer to belt the old sow about a bit, especially after a bad defeat. And the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers Ha
Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three months, Soft bugger, Archie Mcshay of Port Vale got run over by a horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day And he scored two goals That’s cos his name wasn’t” Trevor” Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals
And did he have “stress council ling” did he hell
And drugs There was none of that in the old days Oh no In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick off , and you was lucky to get that , By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of laudanum None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics
Goal celebrations?? Don’t talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd Huh! I’d like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing the ball to Alex James to fire home a winner Handshakes ….that’s all you got.
Sixty grand a week Ha I wouldn’t pay um tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get …a month. And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England Players then had to work just to make their money up, not like it is now, Stan Pearson had to clean sewers, and doubled up at Old Trafford as a toilet cleaner He had to go off during one game just because somebody had blocked a U- bend
So if your having kids ,don’t consider puffy names otherwise were gonna get names like Ashley Chesney Ronan and Keanu in the teams .Lets get the puffs out of the game once and for all
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Post by Lisa on Jun 28, 2007 13:24:41 GMT -1
Hi Bodzy, I loved your posting on the footballers of old. That article could have been written by my dad as I remember him talking to my mum once about football and I think he would have totally agreed with your comments. Thanks, Bodzy, for giving me the laugh of the week, and believe me I need it.......  |
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Post by kentwalton on Jun 29, 2007 14:26:27 GMT -1
Yeah but let's face it you had to have virtually decapitated someone just to get a yellow card so you really had to be a bit of a nasty piece of work to get a red card. It wasn't all great in those days.
The 1970 FA Cup Final was a prime example of this. Ron Harris very early on in the game made a disgusting challenge on Eddie Gray that the referee failed to punish adequately which left Eddie Gray hobbling for the rest of the game with the game descending into a brawl for the rest of the game with little good football being played and players settling scores & vendettas all over the pitch in a match which really should have been abandoned.
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Post by bodzy on Jul 3, 2007 15:45:56 GMT -1
Slow down Kent , That piece was supposed to be a LIGHT_HEARTED LOOK at bygone years ,I didn't intend it to be a true version , Just my kinda humour I guess !! Sorry If it got your back up ,it wasn't intended to be serious
bodzy
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Post by Lisa on Jul 3, 2007 15:49:47 GMT -1
Hi Bodzy, I think you hit it on the nail when talking about the players of old compared to the namby-pamby players of today and the high salaries they make. (I wont say 'earn' because I dont any of them deserve such high salaries). It is, after all, supposed to be a SPORT.........  Slow down Kent , That piece was supposed to be a LIGHT_HEARTED LOOK at bygone years ,I didn't intend it to be a true version , Just my kinda humour I guess !! Sorry If it got your back up ,it wasn't intended to be serious bodzy |
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Post by kentwalton on Jul 4, 2007 0:08:00 GMT -1
You never got my back up at all . Just mentioning that parts of the old days in football werent all that good.
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Post by OLLY on Jul 10, 2007 5:11:24 GMT -1
hiya bodzy, I think your letter of footballers was excelent, and If I knew how to print it I would, just to show my pals who are a mixed lot , utd/ city, but I know they would like it olly.. A light-hearted look back I’m feeling angry about modern day footballers, and I know why they have all gone soft……..it’s because of poncy names! That’s what it is. Remember in the old days, when footy players kicked a ball made out of ten pounds of clay stitched inside a steel reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire??? Well in them days players could only survive the rigors of the game because they were called Albert, Arthur, Bert Harry Bill Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. Tough names for tough men them was Well what have we now? Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. All of them tarts name’s, great big puffs, they are you know it’s no wonder the balls like a balloon and shin pads that are like slices of bread In the old days you never saw Len Shacketon or Billy Wright with a piece of paper down his thin sock. Shin pads in them days were made out of library books and socks was like sackcloth. Same with the jerseys they’ve got holes in now so they can breathe, so there little hairless chest doesn’t catch a chill Stanley Matthews used to dribble around Europe’s finest wearing a tent and shorts cobbed together from the jacket of his de-mob suit Aye he did. Therapy for stress, huh Stan Collymore slaps his missus and takes three seasons off with stress council ling! Whets that all about?? In the old days, it was expected for the footballer to belt the old sow about a bit, especially after a bad defeat. And the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers Ha Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three months, Soft bugger, Archie Mcshay of Port Vale got run over by a horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day And he scored two goals That’s cos his name wasn’t” Trevor” Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals And did he have “stress council ling” did he hell And drugs There was none of that in the old days Oh no In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick off , and you was lucky to get that , By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of laudanum None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics Goal celebrations?? Don’t talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd Huh! I’d like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing the ball to Alex James to fire home a winner Handshakes ….that’s all you got. Sixty grand a week Ha I wouldn’t pay um tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get …a month. And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England Players then had to work just to make their money up, not like it is now, Stan Pearson had to clean sewers, and doubled up at Old Trafford as a toilet cleaner He had to go off during one game just because somebody had blocked a U- bend So if your having kids ,don’t consider puffy names otherwise were gonna get names like Ashley Chesney Ronan and Keanu in the teams .Lets get the puffs out of the game once and for all |
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Post by bodzy on Jul 10, 2007 14:09:16 GMT -1
hiya bodzy, I think your letter of footballers was excelent, and If I knew how to print it I would, just to show my pals who are a mixed lot , utd/ city, but I know they would like it olly.. A light-hearted look back I’m feeling angry about modern day footballers, and I know why they have all gone soft……..it’s because of poncy names! That’s what it is. Remember in the old days, when footy players kicked a ball made out of ten pounds of clay stitched inside a steel reinforced leather shell with laces made out of piano wire??? Well in them days players could only survive the rigors of the game because they were called Albert, Arthur, Bert Harry Bill Eddie, Bob, Jack and Tommy. Tough names for tough men them was Well what have we now? Jason, Wayne, Dean, Ryan, Jamie, Robbie. All of them tarts name’s, great big puffs, they are you know it’s no wonder the balls like a balloon and shin pads that are like slices of bread In the old days you never saw Len Shacketon or Billy Wright with a piece of paper down his thin sock. Shin pads in them days were made out of library books and socks was like sackcloth. Same with the jerseys they’ve got holes in now so they can breathe, so there little hairless chest doesn’t catch a chill Stanley Matthews used to dribble around Europe’s finest wearing a tent and shorts cobbed together from the jacket of his de-mob suit Aye he did. Therapy for stress, huh Stan Collymore slaps his missus and takes three seasons off with stress council ling! Whets that all about?? In the old days, it was expected for the footballer to belt the old sow about a bit, especially after a bad defeat. And the women used to expect it, and so they should have. They were lucky to be married to footballers Ha Trevor Morley got a kitchen knife in his back off his wife and was out of action for three months, Soft bugger, Archie Mcshay of Port Vale got run over by a horse and cart one Friday night and he still turned out against Bradford the following day And he scored two goals That’s cos his name wasn’t” Trevor” Good old Archie. Broke his hip, both his legs murdered his wife and buried her under the patio and still made the England team for the Home Internationals And did he have “stress council ling” did he hell And drugs There was none of that in the old days Oh no In them days it was a quick shot of morphine before kick off , and you was lucky to get that , By half time it had all but wore off so they pumped you full of laudanum None of this cocaine sniffing and shooting up class A narcotics Goal celebrations?? Don’t talk to me about goal celebrations. Crawling on the floor and thrusting their hips at the crowd Huh! I’d like to have seen Cliff Bastin do that after a run down the left flank and crossing the ball to Alex James to fire home a winner Handshakes ….that’s all you got. Sixty grand a week Ha I wouldn’t pay um tuppence. Two bob Tommy Lawton used to get …a month. And Tom Finney still worked as a plumber four days a week when he was playing for England Players then had to work just to make their money up, not like it is now, Stan Pearson had to clean sewers, and doubled up at Old Trafford as a toilet cleaner He had to go off during one game just because somebody had blocked a U- bend So if your having kids ,don’t consider puffy names otherwise were gonna get names like Ashley Chesney Ronan and Keanu in the teams .Lets get the puffs out of the game once and for all Olly The easiest way to get that is to cut and paste if you cant do that ,Ill tell you how First .....if your on Manmates page with that in front of you ..keep it there , then go to start and open another page with Microsoft Word click the minimal tick for microsoft word then and taking your mouse place it at the first piece of writing (E.G.I'm annoyed and scrool down the page so it is all bluewriting take your finger off the mouse and right click on the blue out writing ,a little box should come up with the word COPY in it,Right click on copy then open the minimised doucument in Microsoft Word and that same little box will open and it wil show the word PASTE, Right click on that and the blued out writing will appear on your Microsoft document Go to the top left hand corner click file then click print ,Done simple as that, there you have your first cut and paste and it will save you hours of typeing |
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Post by OLLY on Jul 10, 2007 15:18:06 GMT -1
bodzy your a gentleman and a scholar
I will have a go at that, after Ive peeled the spuds
you know the thing, a mans work is never done
thank s olly...
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Post by OLLY on Jul 10, 2007 16:07:47 GMT -1
good god thats an old word lisa, na,,, what was it ,, andy pandy olly Hi Bodzy, I think you hit it on the nail when talking about the players of old compared to the namby-pamby players of today and the high salaries they make. (I wont say 'earn' because I dont any of them deserve such high salaries). It is, after all, supposed to be a SPORT......... Slow down Kent , That piece was supposed to be a LIGHT_HEARTED LOOK at bygone years ,I didn't intend it to be a true version , Just my kinda humour I guess !! Sorry If it got your back up ,it wasn't intended to be serious bodzy |
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Post by Lisa on Jul 10, 2007 16:09:51 GMT -1
Hi Olly, NAMBY PAMBY means spoilt brats, nesh, mardies, mothers' boys......unless someone can tell me differently. good god thats an old word lisa, na,,, what was it ,, andy pandy olly Hi Bodzy, I think you hit it on the nail when talking about the players of old compared to the namby-pamby players of today and the high salaries they make. (I wont say 'earn' because I dont any of them deserve such high salaries). It is, after all, supposed to be a SPORT......... |
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Post by lin on Jul 10, 2007 16:26:03 GMT -1
Hi Lisa, I remember that one, I believe you're right.... but I also remember it being used as mamby pamby as well |
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Post by OLLY on Jul 10, 2007 16:55:55 GMT -1
guess you bothdidnt like em then
olly
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Post by Lisa on Jul 10, 2007 17:24:35 GMT -1
Hi Olly, I like the talented ones which get on with the job without parading themselves in the Press and behaving like hooligans. I just think they are over-paid and over-sexed. Compared to the real footballers of yesteryear, who didnt do dirty tricks on the field and who werent over-paid or behaved like prima donna's, they hardly inspire young people of today.
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