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Post by gledholt terrier on Nov 2, 2024 14:33:21 GMT 1
What’s up with your obsession with prawn sandwiches 😂 I love them with a cup of tea. You know what I mean though, they should own their apathetic loser mentality not gripe to real fans. I shouldn't have to say this because I know some of you are grown men, football and sport in general is about winning. Anyone who doesn't care about winning should consider tennis or stamp collecting, I hear Wimbledon does a nice prawn sandwich. Prawn sandwich brigade was coined for people who attended games where the match took second place to socialising and almost exclusively for free. The pejorative you are looking for is happy clapper; a fan who is perceived to be not sufficiently invested in the club and unaffected by defeats, usually labelled as such by those who are too far the other way. It is usually bollocks. FWIW, we should absolutely care about last night as it exposed significant problems which we know exist but are far too easily covered up by boringly beating a couple of piss poor teams. |
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Post by katiemterrier27 on Nov 2, 2024 15:19:09 GMT 1
I love them with a cup of tea. You know what I mean though, they should own their apathetic loser mentality not gripe to real fans. I shouldn't have to say this because I know some of you are grown men, football and sport in general is about winning. Anyone who doesn't care about winning should consider tennis or stamp collecting, I hear Wimbledon does a nice prawn sandwich. Prawn sandwich brigade was coined for people who attended games where the match took second place to socialising and almost exclusively for free. The pejorative you are looking for is happy clapper; a fan who is perceived to be not sufficiently invested in the club and unaffected by defeats, usually labelled as such by those who are too far the other way. It is usually bollocks. FWIW, we should absolutely care about last night as it exposed significant problems which we know exist but are far too easily covered up by boringly beating a couple of piss poor teams. I will change my pejorative thanks. I agree not caring about losing is about as uninvested as you can get. |
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Post by goodbet on Nov 2, 2024 17:42:24 GMT 1
I thought it was probably a foul on the keeper, but even if it was it was still piss weak goalkeeping. We were never going to just turn up and brush them aside...theyre a good side, used to winning, and on their own very different pitch in the biggest game of their careers. Of course we should win, but it was never a foregone conclusion. Why the cameras were there in the first place. I couldn't really give a shit about being knocked out of the FAC..cups are now a meaningless distraction to what matters....but doing it on national Tv against some part time players is embarrassing to say the least. We're not the first by a very long way though and we wont be the last, so think we just need to suck it up and move on. In the downward trajectory weve had over the past few seasons, lets hope this is the low point of that. If we go back up in May, no one will care less about last night. The downward trajectory is at least 6 years now. The issue is that last night was not a one off and we do keep sucking up, but we keep moving on in a downward direction. It is not the end of the world but we need to see signs of a turnaround and not just paint on the stadium. |
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Post by sabailand on Nov 2, 2024 20:15:48 GMT 1
This weekend seven years ago we were playing Liverpool in the premier league.
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Post by brighousebandbred on Nov 3, 2024 9:50:16 GMT 1
I love them with a cup of tea. You know what I mean though, they should own their apathetic loser mentality not gripe to real fans. I shouldn't have to say this because I know some of you are grown men, football and sport in general is about winning. Anyone who doesn't care about winning should consider tennis or stamp collecting, I hear Wimbledon does a nice prawn sandwich. Prawn sandwich brigade was coined for people who attended games where the match took second place to socialising and almost exclusively for free. The pejorative you are looking for is happy clapper; a fan who is perceived to be not sufficiently invested in the club and unaffected by defeats, usually labelled as such by those who are too far the other way. It is usually bollocks. FWIW, we should absolutely care about last night as it exposed significant problems which we know exist but are far too easily covered up by boringly beating a couple of piss poor teams. I think the word happy clapper is being used in the wrong context here, to suggest someone who thinks more positively about life is a more accurate description than just a blatant lie about saying a happy clapper doesn’t care about town winning. You could say the opposite is someone who enjoys losing but that would also be a lie. |
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Post by Bubbles on Nov 3, 2024 10:07:11 GMT 1
Prawn sandwich brigade was coined for people who attended games where the match took second place to socialising and almost exclusively for free. The pejorative you are looking for is happy clapper; a fan who is perceived to be not sufficiently invested in the club and unaffected by defeats, usually labelled as such by those who are too far the other way. It is usually bollocks. FWIW, we should absolutely care about last night as it exposed significant problems which we know exist but are far too easily covered up by boringly beating a couple of piss poor teams. I think the word happy clapper is being used in the wrong context here, to suggest someone who thinks more positively about life is a more accurate description than just a blatant lie about saying a happy clapper doesn’t care about town winning. You could say the opposite is someone who enjoys losing but that would also be a lie. I agree but if is stops this particular poster using “prawn sandwich brigade” even more incorrectly it’ll do won’t it? |
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Post by gledholt terrier on Nov 3, 2024 12:01:12 GMT 1
Prawn sandwich brigade was coined for people who attended games where the match took second place to socialising and almost exclusively for free. The pejorative you are looking for is happy clapper; a fan who is perceived to be not sufficiently invested in the club and unaffected by defeats, usually labelled as such by those who are too far the other way. It is usually bollocks. FWIW, we should absolutely care about last night as it exposed significant problems which we know exist but are far too easily covered up by boringly beating a couple of piss poor teams. I think the word happy clapper is being used in the wrong context here, to suggest someone who thinks more positively about life is a more accurate description than just a blatant lie about saying a happy clapper doesn’t care about town winning. You could say the opposite is someone who enjoys losing but that would also be a lie. I agree - which is why I said it was a choice of pejoratives, a disparaging word or phrase. I don’t agree with labelling fellow Town fans at all. |
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Post by jp on Nov 3, 2024 13:06:34 GMT 1
Prawn sandwich brigade was first coined about man united & Chelsea supporters who turned up at the game for corporate lunches and ‘networking’ for whom the match was an after thought- merely the post lunch corporate entertainment. They were all for a jolly good show and United victory which a usually delivered but they didn’t care either way and left 20 minutes before the end rendering their attendance as totally pointless… and damaging to the wider fan base and atmosphere. Also hated as they took tickets away from real fans.
Edit. Sorry Gledholt I missed your post on this.
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Post by bogart on Nov 3, 2024 13:38:25 GMT 1
Duff should make then watch the Northampton v Kettering game from yesterday evening. Every Kettering cross on the button, they made it look so easy whereas we make it look impossible.
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Post by joek on Nov 3, 2024 13:46:04 GMT 1
Is the ability to throw a football absolutely miles from a throw-in a skill that can be learnt? I know we made defending them look far more difficult than it should be, but I don’t understand why more teams don’t do it, or whether more teams would do it if they had a player who could do it? You only have to mention Rory Delap and everyone knows what he represents. Simple but effective isn’t it or am I missing something?
I’m always surprised why snooker players don’t make more effort with the break-off to really put their opponent in difficulty. Always seems a bit cursory really, but maybe I’ve got that wrong.
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Post by andyeastleake on Nov 3, 2024 14:36:34 GMT 1
I'm wondering how quick this thread will go from 3 to 20 pages if we lose. I had a long standing arrangement on Friday (delayed my 138th ground by eight days - Touch wood). I've done a "Likely Lads" and avoided the result successfully until this (Sunday) morning. Watched on iplayer. Shouldn't really be that shocked (I know we're poor) but I am. Started looking at this thread from the start giggling (with hindsight) at some of the comments. This (from page 3) was an underestimation of 11 pages. Can't decide if it will be just massochistic or funny and a bit surreal to go through the whole thread. Will decide during a run. UTT |
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Post by brighousebandbred on Nov 3, 2024 14:57:38 GMT 1
I think the word happy clapper is being used in the wrong context here, to suggest someone who thinks more positively about life is a more accurate description than just a blatant lie about saying a happy clapper doesn’t care about town winning. You could say the opposite is someone who enjoys losing but that would also be a lie. I agree - which is why I said it was a choice of pejoratives, a disparaging word or phrase. I don’t agree with labelling fellow Town fans at all. I think a lot of folk drift between being a happy clapper and a moaner especially on a footy forum, and I also think nobody really cares if their called either, it’s just banter really. |
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Post by andyeastleake on Nov 3, 2024 16:44:52 GMT 1
If Cartwright is not sacked in the morning I will cry. When I think of the millions of miners, steel workers, textile workers, ship builders and associated trades who have lost jobs in the last 35 years and that fat, useless grifter is in my football club earning a fantastic living doing nothing it makes me sick. This is a f*****g good post. |
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Post by Tim Nice But Dim on Nov 3, 2024 18:47:50 GMT 1
If Cartwright is not sacked in the morning I will cry. When I think of the millions of miners, steel workers, textile workers, ship builders and associated trades who have lost jobs in the last 35 years and that fat, useless grifter is in my football club earning a fantastic living doing nothing it makes me sick. This is a f*****g good post. One thing is for certain, Cartwright will not get sacked. Mr Nagles knowledge of football in this country you could write on the back of a postage stamp, he could try and buy his way out like Brum and Hollywood FC or he could listen to the very person he put in charge of brining players in to the club and we end up in division two. |
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Post by nicovaesen on Nov 3, 2024 23:17:19 GMT 1
I wonder if billionaire throw money away shit thenselves at financial FairPlay brum are concentrating on the league too
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Post by westislandterrier on Nov 7, 2024 5:08:27 GMT 1
Well Then !
What a mixed bag of a weekend that was for Westie watching HTAFC in Inverness...
So it all starts off well, a nice drive over The Connel Bridge, passing through the hamlets of Benderloch, Barcaldine, Appin and Duror and then over The Ballochulish Bridge, thru Onich, up road past Lovely Loch Linnie before arriving in Fort William and dumping the motor for the weekend. Then off to The Crofter Bar it was for one lager and a few drams all in my new HTAFC T-shirt and of course I was asked by a lad ‘Why Huddersfield Town” and it turned out he’d grew up in Dewsbury and we had some chat about there and a pub I’d been in a while back called The Butchers Arms and he knew it ! - We talked about Batley a lot and Morley and of course Town who he supported and he said he’d a hard time from family as they all supported Leeds United and before I knew it Ma hour was up and it was time to head for the bus to Inverness...
So a decent journey North sipping from The Diet Irn Brewery bottle either side of Loch Ness thru Invermoriston, Fort Augustus and Drumnadrochit and Inverness was there before I knew it ! 😊
So a self service check in, a quick scrub and out to the pubs in ma Second New T-shirt, all well so far, and eventually settled in Platform 8 bar where there are many screens and they gave me one with BBC 2 - So after some chats with locals I was in the company of a fella from Sydney who said he owned three pubs there, we chatted Sydney, Huddersfield, Huddersfield Town, booze, football and ‘soccer’ - Of course the finest on DATM had mentioned to be wary of The Tamworth long throw specialist and of course he’d come back to haunt us of course...
What a pity indeed that Duff and his players don’t read DATM then !
Anyway Mr Oz was rather amused at my Scottish ‘expletives’ as The Final Whistle blew on 90+8 minutes... 😢
And so at some point I went up the stair for a piss and he pure took the piss (and my F*uckin pride and joy Town presentation jacket) for good measure... I didn’t notice for a bit that it’d been picked up by him but the lassie in charge of the bar trawled her CCTV system and caught him - If he owned three pubs in Sydney then why in the actual F*uck would he need an expensive enough Huddy Town presentation jacket for...
Anyway she said she’d show ‘N’ Division the footage if I’d get them involved but he said he was bound for St.Andrews the next day and I just went looking for him myself in pubs but never came across him unfortunately - Had I then he’d most certainly have got the chance to give it back to it’s rightful owner - if not he’d have got - let’s just say - A ‘measured response’ !
Anyway live music it was which was good and I was home by 2.45am after a good skinful to drown ma theft sorrows of which only one can be attributed to Town as it’s their jacket but certainly not the team as Tamworth certainly didn’t Nick it and deserved their famous win and Congratulations to them on it ! 👏
And so to Saturday, decent weather and a taxi to The North West of the City and a few in The Nip Inn then to Grant Street Park And a £10 entry to a lovely wee ground that was looking really well, a gift from me to them in the boardroom of two different bottles of Jura Malt for their raffle fundraiser at Christmas time and watched from behind the Wyvis Place goal and Clachnacuddin attacking The Wineshed at the opposite end and Connor Bunce scores a lovely strike on 22’ minutes 👍 - But unfortunately on 45+4 Clach switched off from a cross and a deft flick of a header by Shaun Sutherland makes it 1-1 at Half Time...
So it’s The Grandstand at Pumpgate Drive for the second half with both teams giving it laldy and it’s raging from end to end and then a lucky break seen Calum Frame tap in the loose ball for Forres Mechanics on 78’ - Talk about putting a spanner in the works by The Mechanics...
So it’s The Can Cans in the ascendancy but just two minutes later a Jack McKay daisy cutter from 25 yards brought The Lilywhites Level with ten to go - Phew breathtaking stuff was this indeed...
Now would there be a winner ? - Well Aye there would and in The 87th minute Roarie McLeod took aim and blasted one in from almost thirty yards and how we Roared for Roarie as The Wineshed that I’d moved round to went mental with joy...
There would be time there for Conner Bunce to chip Cammy Farquhar in The Forres goal on 90’ as The Mechanics Engine Finally Spluttered to a halt ! (Thankfully) 😊 🥃
Final Score = Clachnacuddin 4 ⚽️⚽️⚽️⚽️ v Forres Mechanics 2 ! ⚽️⚽️👍
So as all in The Wineshed bounced up n’ down singing ‘Let’s all do The Buncey’ (Connors song) I met former director Sean McKay who invited me to his table in hospitality where it was free booze from 5pm till 6.30pm - Talk about being in heaven especially when I won a bottle of The Antiquary Whisky in the raffle...
One at our table quipped “Have youse not got enough F*uckin whisky on Islay without taking away the little we’ve got in Inverness” !!!
From there it was to the cash bar in the supporters club until it closed at 9pm back to The Nip Inn and out to The Academy, Gallieons till 2pm then Johnny Foxes till closing at 3am, a cheesy chips and donner with chilly and garlic sauce and finally bed around 4.30am... zzzzzzzz
What a truly beautiful Saturday after such a shitty Friday ! 😊
Sunday well - I heard the alarm checked out bedraggled desperate for Lucozade, got four bottles for the bus to Fort William - ( I couldn’t chance a Diet Iron Brewery bottle as I had to drive from Fort William to ma house in The Whisky Isle) and off we set, very very rough indeed without being able to risk a ‘curer’ from The Brewery Bottle, picked up a crowd of tourists at Urqhurt Castle, started to feel sick at Drumnadrochid, feel very sick at Invermoriston, and then run rabbit run off the bus to spew gallons of puke into a street gulley pot drain in Fort Augustus village... 🤮 🤭 🤮
Goodness knows what the foreign tourists thought of a Rab C Nesbitt fella spewing into a drain and Inverness birds thanking him for being sick so as they could hop off to smoke their fags - Not exactly a picture of healthy Scottish 🏴 culture I guess ! 😬
Anyway no more mishaps, felt fine after that and thought why can’t roads from Inverness to Fort William be like Huddersfield to Glasgow via Manchester which is all motorways and no problem with travel (drink) sickness... Fort William to Kennacraig Ferry after a quick pick up of tools and some clothes as Connel and a wee cheerio To Auntie Kate, mama Mia and Seamus The Cat went ok as did the Ferry journey and it was home, unload the motor and crash into bed pure bursted ! - Ah old age and hangovers and all of that !
Had ma buddy Ronnie up for a cure on Monday we usually drink in the house on Wednesday but he’s away to see his girlfriend in Lesmahagow in Lanarkshire for a week, then it was drams and beer at ma village bonfire last night and finally found the keyboard on The iPad today and by dint DATM...
So that was that adventure... The Bad - The Good - The Ugly - in that... Friday - Saturday - Sunday - order I guess...
Next one all being well will be ma favourite English County of Yorkshire and ma favourite English Town of Huddersfield fo the clash with Wigan Athletic in December ! 👍 🍺 🥃
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Post by philatrickstarbuck on Nov 7, 2024 7:22:59 GMT 1
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Post by mosher on Nov 7, 2024 12:16:53 GMT 1
Well Then ! What a mixed bag of a weekend that was for Westie watching HTAFC in Inverness... So it all starts off well, a nice drive over The Connel Bridge, passing through the hamlets of Benderloch, Barcaldine, Appin and Duror and then over The Ballochulish Bridge, thru Onich, up road past Lovely Loch Linnie before arriving in Fort William and dumping the motor for the weekend. Then off to The Crofter Bar it was for one lager and a few drams all in my new HTAFC T-shirt and of course I was asked by a lad ‘Why Huddersfield Town” and it turned out he’d grew up in Dewsbury and we had some chat about there and a pub I’d been in a while back called The Butchers Arms and he knew it ! - We talked about Batley a lot and Morley and of course Town who he supported and he said he’d a hard time from family as they all supported Leeds United and before I knew it Ma hour was up and it was time to head for the bus to Inverness... So a decent journey North sipping from The Diet Irn Brewery bottle either side of Loch Ness thru Invermoriston, Fort Augustus and Drumnadrochit and Inverness was there before I knew it ! 😊 So a self service check in, a quick scrub and out to the pubs in ma Second New T-shirt, all well so far, and eventually settled in Platform 8 bar where there are many screens and they gave me one with BBC 2 - So after some chats with locals I was in the company of a fella from Sydney who said he owned three pubs there, we chatted Sydney, Huddersfield, Huddersfield Town, booze, football and ‘soccer’ - Of course the finest on DATM had mentioned to be wary of The Tamworth long throw specialist and of course he’d come back to haunt us of course... What a pity indeed that Duff and his players don’t read DATM then ! Anyway Mr Oz was rather amused at my Scottish ‘expletives’ as The Final Whistle blew on 90+8 minutes... 😢 And so at some point I went up the stair for a piss and he pure took the piss (and my F*uckin pride and joy Town presentation jacket) for good measure... I didn’t notice for a bit that it’d been picked up by him but the lassie in charge of the bar trawled her CCTV system and caught him - If he owned three pubs in Sydney then why in the actual F*uck would he need an expensive enough Huddy Town presentation jacket for... Anyway she said she’d show ‘N’ Division the footage if I’d get them involved but he said he was bound for St.Andrews the next day and I just went looking for him myself in pubs but never came across him unfortunately - Had I then he’d most certainly have got the chance to give it back to it’s rightful owner - if not he’d have got - let’s just say - A ‘measured response’ ! Anyway live music it was which was good and I was home by 2.45am after a good skinful to drown ma theft sorrows of which only one can be attributed to Town as it’s their jacket but certainly not the team as Tamworth certainly didn’t Nick it and deserved their famous win and Congratulations to them on it ! 👏 And so to Saturday, decent weather and a taxi to The North West of the City and a few in The Nip Inn then to Grant Street Park And a £10 entry to a lovely wee ground that was looking really well, a gift from me to them in the boardroom of two different bottles of Jura Malt for their raffle fundraiser at Christmas time and watched from behind the Wyvis Place goal and Clachnacuddin attacking The Wineshed at the opposite end and Connor Bunce scores a lovely strike on 22’ minutes 👍 - But unfortunately on 45+4 Clach switched off from a cross and a deft flick of a header by Shaun Sutherland makes it 1-1 at Half Time... So it’s The Grandstand at Pumpgate Drive for the second half with both teams giving it laldy and it’s raging from end to end and then a lucky break seen Calum Frame tap in the loose ball for Forres Mechanics on 78’ - Talk about putting a spanner in the works by The Mechanics... So it’s The Can Cans in the ascendancy but just two minutes later a Jack McKay daisy cutter from 25 yards brought The Lilywhites Level with ten to go - Phew breathtaking stuff was this indeed... Now would there be a winner ? - Well Aye there would and in The 87th minute Roarie McLeod took aim and blasted one in from almost thirty yards and how we Roared for Roarie as The Wineshed that I’d moved round to went mental with joy... There would be time there for Conner Bunce to chip Cammy Farquhar in The Forres goal on 90’ as The Mechanics Engine Finally Spluttered to a halt ! (Thankfully) 😊 🥃 Final Score = Clachnacuddin 4 ⚽️⚽️⚽️⚽️ v Forres Mechanics 2 ! ⚽️⚽️👍 So as all in The Wineshed bounced up n’ down singing ‘Let’s all do The Buncey’ (Connors song) I met former director Sean McKay who invited me to his table in hospitality where it was free booze from 5pm till 6.30pm - Talk about being in heaven especially when I won a bottle of The Antiquary Whisky in the raffle... One at our table quipped “Have youse not got enough F*uckin whisky on Islay without taking away the little we’ve got in Inverness” !!! From there it was to the cash bar in the supporters club until it closed at 9pm back to The Nip Inn and out to The Academy, Gallieons till 2pm then Johnny Foxes till closing at 3am, a cheesy chips and donner with chilly and garlic sauce and finally bed around 4.30am... zzzzzzzz What a truly beautiful Saturday after such a shitty Friday ! 😊 Sunday well - I heard the alarm checked out bedraggled desperate for Lucozade, got four bottles for the bus to Fort William - ( I couldn’t chance a Diet Iron Brewery bottle as I had to drive from Fort William to ma house in The Whisky Isle) and off we set, very very rough indeed without being able to risk a ‘curer’ from The Brewery Bottle, picked up a crowd of tourists at Urqhurt Castle, started to feel sick at Drumnadrochid, feel very sick at Invermoriston, and then run rabbit run off the bus to spew gallons of puke into a street gulley pot drain in Fort Augustus village... 🤮 🤭 🤮 Goodness knows what the foreign tourists thought of a Rab C Nesbitt fella spewing into a drain and Inverness birds thanking him for being sick so as they could hop off to smoke their fags - Not exactly a picture of healthy Scottish 🏴 culture I guess ! 😬 Anyway no more mishaps, felt fine after that and thought why can’t roads from Inverness to Fort William be like Huddersfield to Glasgow via Manchester which is all motorways and no problem with travel (drink) sickness... Fort William to Kennacraig Ferry after a quick pick up of tools and some clothes as Connel and a wee cheerio To Auntie Kate, mama Mia and Seamus The Cat went ok as did the Ferry journey and it was home, unload the motor and crash into bed pure bursted ! - Ah old age and hangovers and all of that ! Had ma buddy Ronnie up for a cure on Monday we usually drink in the house on Wednesday but he’s away to see his girlfriend in Lesmahagow in Lanarkshire for a week, then it was drams and beer at ma village bonfire last night and finally found the keyboard on The iPad today and by dint DATM... So that was that adventure... The Bad - The Good - The Ugly - in that... Friday - Saturday - Sunday - order I guess... Next one all being well will be ma favourite English County of Yorkshire and ma favourite English Town of Huddersfield fo the clash with Wigan Athletic in December ! 👍 🍺 🥃 Have you checked if Convictatthemac was visiting Scotland Westie? 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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Nov 7, 2024 13:28:14 GMT 1
Well Then ! What a mixed bag of a weekend that was for Westie watching HTAFC in Inverness... So it all starts off well, a nice drive over The Connel Bridge, passing through the hamlets of Benderloch, Barcaldine, Appin and Duror and then over The Ballochulish Bridge, thru Onich, up road past Lovely Loch Linnie before arriving in Fort William and dumping the motor for the weekend. Then off to The Crofter Bar it was for one lager and a few drams all in my new HTAFC T-shirt and of course I was asked by a lad ‘Why Huddersfield Town” and it turned out he’d grew up in Dewsbury and we had some chat about there and a pub I’d been in a while back called The Butchers Arms and he knew it ! - We talked about Batley a lot and Morley and of course Town who he supported and he said he’d a hard time from family as they all supported Leeds United and before I knew it Ma hour was up and it was time to head for the bus to Inverness... So a decent journey North sipping from The Diet Irn Brewery bottle either side of Loch Ness thru Invermoriston, Fort Augustus and Drumnadrochit and Inverness was there before I knew it ! 😊 So a self service check in, a quick scrub and out to the pubs in ma Second New T-shirt, all well so far, and eventually settled in Platform 8 bar where there are many screens and they gave me one with BBC 2 - So after some chats with locals I was in the company of a fella from Sydney who said he owned three pubs there, we chatted Sydney, Huddersfield, Huddersfield Town, booze, football and ‘soccer’ - Of course the finest on DATM had mentioned to be wary of The Tamworth long throw specialist and of course he’d come back to haunt us of course... What a pity indeed that Duff and his players don’t read DATM then ! Anyway Mr Oz was rather amused at my Scottish ‘expletives’ as The Final Whistle blew on 90+8 minutes... 😢 And so at some point I went up the stair for a piss and he pure took the piss (and my F*uckin pride and joy Town presentation jacket) for good measure... I didn’t notice for a bit that it’d been picked up by him but the lassie in charge of the bar trawled her CCTV system and caught him - If he owned three pubs in Sydney then why in the actual F*uck would he need an expensive enough Huddy Town presentation jacket for... Anyway she said she’d show ‘N’ Division the footage if I’d get them involved but he said he was bound for St.Andrews the next day and I just went looking for him myself in pubs but never came across him unfortunately - Had I then he’d most certainly have got the chance to give it back to it’s rightful owner - if not he’d have got - let’s just say - A ‘measured response’ ! Anyway live music it was which was good and I was home by 2.45am after a good skinful to drown ma theft sorrows of which only one can be attributed to Town as it’s their jacket but certainly not the team as Tamworth certainly didn’t Nick it and deserved their famous win and Congratulations to them on it ! 👏 And so to Saturday, decent weather and a taxi to The North West of the City and a few in The Nip Inn then to Grant Street Park And a £10 entry to a lovely wee ground that was looking really well, a gift from me to them in the boardroom of two different bottles of Jura Malt for their raffle fundraiser at Christmas time and watched from behind the Wyvis Place goal and Clachnacuddin attacking The Wineshed at the opposite end and Connor Bunce scores a lovely strike on 22’ minutes 👍 - But unfortunately on 45+4 Clach switched off from a cross and a deft flick of a header by Shaun Sutherland makes it 1-1 at Half Time... So it’s The Grandstand at Pumpgate Drive for the second half with both teams giving it laldy and it’s raging from end to end and then a lucky break seen Calum Frame tap in the loose ball for Forres Mechanics on 78’ - Talk about putting a spanner in the works by The Mechanics... So it’s The Can Cans in the ascendancy but just two minutes later a Jack McKay daisy cutter from 25 yards brought The Lilywhites Level with ten to go - Phew breathtaking stuff was this indeed... Now would there be a winner ? - Well Aye there would and in The 87th minute Roarie McLeod took aim and blasted one in from almost thirty yards and how we Roared for Roarie as The Wineshed that I’d moved round to went mental with joy... There would be time there for Conner Bunce to chip Cammy Farquhar in The Forres goal on 90’ as The Mechanics Engine Finally Spluttered to a halt ! (Thankfully) 😊 🥃 Final Score = Clachnacuddin 4 ⚽️⚽️⚽️⚽️ v Forres Mechanics 2 ! ⚽️⚽️👍 So as all in The Wineshed bounced up n’ down singing ‘Let’s all do The Buncey’ (Connors song) I met former director Sean McKay who invited me to his table in hospitality where it was free booze from 5pm till 6.30pm - Talk about being in heaven especially when I won a bottle of The Antiquary Whisky in the raffle... One at our table quipped “Have youse not got enough F*uckin whisky on Islay without taking away the little we’ve got in Inverness” !!! From there it was to the cash bar in the supporters club until it closed at 9pm back to The Nip Inn and out to The Academy, Gallieons till 2pm then Johnny Foxes till closing at 3am, a cheesy chips and donner with chilly and garlic sauce and finally bed around 4.30am... zzzzzzzz What a truly beautiful Saturday after such a shitty Friday ! 😊 Sunday well - I heard the alarm checked out bedraggled desperate for Lucozade, got four bottles for the bus to Fort William - ( I couldn’t chance a Diet Iron Brewery bottle as I had to drive from Fort William to ma house in The Whisky Isle) and off we set, very very rough indeed without being able to risk a ‘curer’ from The Brewery Bottle, picked up a crowd of tourists at Urqhurt Castle, started to feel sick at Drumnadrochid, feel very sick at Invermoriston, and then run rabbit run off the bus to spew gallons of puke into a street gulley pot drain in Fort Augustus village... 🤮 🤭 🤮 Goodness knows what the foreign tourists thought of a Rab C Nesbitt fella spewing into a drain and Inverness birds thanking him for being sick so as they could hop off to smoke their fags - Not exactly a picture of healthy Scottish 🏴 culture I guess ! 😬 Anyway no more mishaps, felt fine after that and thought why can’t roads from Inverness to Fort William be like Huddersfield to Glasgow via Manchester which is all motorways and no problem with travel (drink) sickness... Fort William to Kennacraig Ferry after a quick pick up of tools and some clothes as Connel and a wee cheerio To Auntie Kate, mama Mia and Seamus The Cat went ok as did the Ferry journey and it was home, unload the motor and crash into bed pure bursted ! - Ah old age and hangovers and all of that ! Had ma buddy Ronnie up for a cure on Monday we usually drink in the house on Wednesday but he’s away to see his girlfriend in Lesmahagow in Lanarkshire for a week, then it was drams and beer at ma village bonfire last night and finally found the keyboard on The iPad today and by dint DATM... So that was that adventure... The Bad - The Good - The Ugly - in that... Friday - Saturday - Sunday - order I guess... Next one all being well will be ma favourite English County of Yorkshire and ma favourite English Town of Huddersfield fo the clash with Wigan Athletic in December ! 👍 🍺 🥃 Sounds like a job for Rebus, Westie. APB Bloke wearing a bright orange Town presentation jacket with an Australian accent. Arrest on sight. Seriously though, that’s a despicable thing for him to do. |
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Post by benhomly on Nov 7, 2024 13:39:41 GMT 1
Another great tale from Westie. There are very few posts I'll read all the way through if they're more than a couple of paragraphs long (sorry Dugnet etc) but I'll always make an exception for Westie.
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Post by Convictatthemac on Nov 8, 2024 12:38:02 GMT 1
Well Then ! What a mixed bag of a weekend that was for Westie watching HTAFC in Inverness... So it all starts off well, a nice drive over The Connel Bridge, passing through the hamlets of Benderloch, Barcaldine, Appin and Duror and then over The Ballochulish Bridge, thru Onich, up road past Lovely Loch Linnie before arriving in Fort William and dumping the motor for the weekend. Then off to The Crofter Bar it was for one lager and a few drams all in my new HTAFC T-shirt and of course I was asked by a lad ‘Why Huddersfield Town” and it turned out he’d grew up in Dewsbury and we had some chat about there and a pub I’d been in a while back called The Butchers Arms and he knew it ! - We talked about Batley a lot and Morley and of course Town who he supported and he said he’d a hard time from family as they all supported Leeds United and before I knew it Ma hour was up and it was time to head for the bus to Inverness... So a decent journey North sipping from The Diet Irn Brewery bottle either side of Loch Ness thru Invermoriston, Fort Augustus and Drumnadrochit and Inverness was there before I knew it ! 😊 So a self service check in, a quick scrub and out to the pubs in ma Second New T-shirt, all well so far, and eventually settled in Platform 8 bar where there are many screens and they gave me one with BBC 2 - So after some chats with locals I was in the company of a fella from Sydney who said he owned three pubs there, we chatted Sydney, Huddersfield, Huddersfield Town, booze, football and ‘soccer’ - Of course the finest on DATM had mentioned to be wary of The Tamworth long throw specialist and of course he’d come back to haunt us of course... What a pity indeed that Duff and his players don’t read DATM then ! Anyway Mr Oz was rather amused at my Scottish ‘expletives’ as The Final Whistle blew on 90+8 minutes... 😢 And so at some point I went up the stair for a piss and he pure took the piss (and my F*uckin pride and joy Town presentation jacket) for good measure... I didn’t notice for a bit that it’d been picked up by him but the lassie in charge of the bar trawled her CCTV system and caught him - If he owned three pubs in Sydney then why in the actual F*uck would he need an expensive enough Huddy Town presentation jacket for... Anyway she said she’d show ‘N’ Division the footage if I’d get them involved but he said he was bound for St.Andrews the next day and I just went looking for him myself in pubs but never came across him unfortunately - Had I then he’d most certainly have got the chance to give it back to it’s rightful owner - if not he’d have got - let’s just say - A ‘measured response’ ! Anyway live music it was which was good and I was home by 2.45am after a good skinful to drown ma theft sorrows of which only one can be attributed to Town as it’s their jacket but certainly not the team as Tamworth certainly didn’t Nick it and deserved their famous win and Congratulations to them on it ! 👏 And so to Saturday, decent weather and a taxi to The North West of the City and a few in The Nip Inn then to Grant Street Park And a £10 entry to a lovely wee ground that was looking really well, a gift from me to them in the boardroom of two different bottles of Jura Malt for their raffle fundraiser at Christmas time and watched from behind the Wyvis Place goal and Clachnacuddin attacking The Wineshed at the opposite end and Connor Bunce scores a lovely strike on 22’ minutes 👍 - But unfortunately on 45+4 Clach switched off from a cross and a deft flick of a header by Shaun Sutherland makes it 1-1 at Half Time... So it’s The Grandstand at Pumpgate Drive for the second half with both teams giving it laldy and it’s raging from end to end and then a lucky break seen Calum Frame tap in the loose ball for Forres Mechanics on 78’ - Talk about putting a spanner in the works by The Mechanics... So it’s The Can Cans in the ascendancy but just two minutes later a Jack McKay daisy cutter from 25 yards brought The Lilywhites Level with ten to go - Phew breathtaking stuff was this indeed... Now would there be a winner ? - Well Aye there would and in The 87th minute Roarie McLeod took aim and blasted one in from almost thirty yards and how we Roared for Roarie as The Wineshed that I’d moved round to went mental with joy... There would be time there for Conner Bunce to chip Cammy Farquhar in The Forres goal on 90’ as The Mechanics Engine Finally Spluttered to a halt ! (Thankfully) 😊 🥃 Final Score = Clachnacuddin 4 ⚽️⚽️⚽️⚽️ v Forres Mechanics 2 ! ⚽️⚽️👍 So as all in The Wineshed bounced up n’ down singing ‘Let’s all do The Buncey’ (Connors song) I met former director Sean McKay who invited me to his table in hospitality where it was free booze from 5pm till 6.30pm - Talk about being in heaven especially when I won a bottle of The Antiquary Whisky in the raffle... One at our table quipped “Have youse not got enough F*uckin whisky on Islay without taking away the little we’ve got in Inverness” !!! From there it was to the cash bar in the supporters club until it closed at 9pm back to The Nip Inn and out to The Academy, Gallieons till 2pm then Johnny Foxes till closing at 3am, a cheesy chips and donner with chilly and garlic sauce and finally bed around 4.30am... zzzzzzzz What a truly beautiful Saturday after such a shitty Friday ! 😊 Sunday well - I heard the alarm checked out bedraggled desperate for Lucozade, got four bottles for the bus to Fort William - ( I couldn’t chance a Diet Iron Brewery bottle as I had to drive from Fort William to ma house in The Whisky Isle) and off we set, very very rough indeed without being able to risk a ‘curer’ from The Brewery Bottle, picked up a crowd of tourists at Urqhurt Castle, started to feel sick at Drumnadrochid, feel very sick at Invermoriston, and then run rabbit run off the bus to spew gallons of puke into a street gulley pot drain in Fort Augustus village... 🤮 🤭 🤮 Goodness knows what the foreign tourists thought of a Rab C Nesbitt fella spewing into a drain and Inverness birds thanking him for being sick so as they could hop off to smoke their fags - Not exactly a picture of healthy Scottish 🏴 culture I guess ! 😬 Anyway no more mishaps, felt fine after that and thought why can’t roads from Inverness to Fort William be like Huddersfield to Glasgow via Manchester which is all motorways and no problem with travel (drink) sickness... Fort William to Kennacraig Ferry after a quick pick up of tools and some clothes as Connel and a wee cheerio To Auntie Kate, mama Mia and Seamus The Cat went ok as did the Ferry journey and it was home, unload the motor and crash into bed pure bursted ! - Ah old age and hangovers and all of that ! Had ma buddy Ronnie up for a cure on Monday we usually drink in the house on Wednesday but he’s away to see his girlfriend in Lesmahagow in Lanarkshire for a week, then it was drams and beer at ma village bonfire last night and finally found the keyboard on The iPad today and by dint DATM... So that was that adventure... The Bad - The Good - The Ugly - in that... Friday - Saturday - Sunday - order I guess... Next one all being well will be ma favourite English County of Yorkshire and ma favourite English Town of Huddersfield fo the clash with Wigan Athletic in December ! 👍 🍺 🥃 Think you might have come across straighttalker! Probably the same ass that fleeced DATM of thousands, but he was “heading” to New Zealand. Owned 3 pubs? If you own 3 pubs in Australia you are so damn rich, they are a licence to print money. Think he was possibly pulling your leg. But… if you remember a name of one of his pubs, or his name let me know mate, I’ll go and get your jacket back myself. |
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