Some Greenwich uni stuff where someone just repeatedly fired balls against one of our mascots (the one with the shield who doesn't look like its pilled out of his nut unlike the other one ). No idea what was going on
a shambles was what it was, even those involved didn't know what was going on.
It was some sort of penalty shoot out between the uni's women v mens as I think it was some sort of greenwich Uni day. All seemed a bit of a flop, don't think they 'took over the valley'.........
And what is the point of handing BDL'S successor a microphone to waddle around the pitch with? The PA system renders his musings completely unintelligible.
And what is the point of handing BDL'S successor a microphone to waddle around the pitch with? The PA system renders his musings completely unintelligible.
This. They seem to have addressed the issue of the ear shattering volume, but I genuinely can't understand a word being said. Hence bemusement at the half time "entertainment". And boy did that weird happening need explaining
I have been warned against comment about the club levels of communication in a variety of forms, because those involved are all volunteers who basically suffer for their art. Those on the receivng end of the communications issued forth by the club need to learn to accept anything and to give back unconditional love. If you pay attention you would have realised by now we have a new first team player called Joe Konsa. Be glad and accept it because you can't change it.
And what is the point of handing BDL'S successor a microphone to waddle around the pitch with? The PA system renders his musings completely unintelligible.
This. They seem to have addressed the issue of the ear shattering volume, but I genuinely can't understand a word being said. Hence bemusement at the half time "entertainment". And boy did that weird happening need explaining
It was deafeningly loud at the start of the season, now it's too soft and unclear...
Give me Dick Neve anytime, when the music played was on 45rpms loaned from the local record shop and they played the full version of 'Red, Red Robin' when the team came running out onto the pitch alone. None of this namby pamby shaking the hands of the opposition and the ref and linesmen before kick off.
And what is the point of handing BDL'S successor a microphone to waddle around the pitch with? The PA system renders his musings completely unintelligible.
The ground staff did not look happy at this UOG crap. Plus Phillips came out to do a bit of warming up and couldn’t get near the goal because of the student soap dodging parasites.
I have been warned against comment about the club levels of communication in a variety of forms, because those involved are all volunteers who basically suffer for their art. Those on the receivng end of the communications issued forth by the club need to learn to accept anything and to give back unconditional love. If you pay attention you would have realised by now we have a new first team player called Joe Konsa. Be glad and accept it because you can't change it.
Give me Dick Neve anytime, when the music played was on 45rpms loaned from the local record shop and they played the full version of 'Red, Red Robin' when the team came running out onto the pitch alone. None of this namby pamby shaking the hands of the opposition and the ref and linesmen before kick off.
Aah yes, records loaned by The Music Shop, Thomas Street, Woolwich. The days when the players came out to warm up at 2.50pm and the game kicked off at 3pm on the dot. 10 minutes only for half-time and the games finished at 4.40pm or as near as damn it. That's when the first scores came through on the BBC vidiprinter. No subs to rack-up added time and not so much timewasting.
Give me Dick Neve anytime, when the music played was on 45rpms loaned from the local record shop and they played the full version of 'Red, Red Robin' when the team came running out onto the pitch alone. None of this namby pamby shaking the hands of the opposition and the ref and linesmen before kick off.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls..." There is a Richard Neve House in Plumstead High Street, a block of sheltered housing for the elderly.
Give me Dick Neve anytime, when the music played was on 45rpms loaned from the local record shop and they played the full version of 'Red, Red Robin' when the team came running out onto the pitch alone. None of this namby pamby shaking the hands of the opposition and the ref and linesmen before kick off.
Aah yes, records loaned by The Music Shop, Thomas Street, Woolwich. The days when the players came out to warm up at 2.50pm and the game kicked off at 3pm on the dot. 10 minutes only for half-time and the games finished at 4.40pm or as near as damn it. That's when the first scores came through on the BBC vidiprinter. No subs to rack-up added time and not so much timewasting.
And if you never had a program you wouldn't have a clue what the scores of A-z represented in the north west corner
Give me Dick Neve anytime, when the music played was on 45rpms loaned from the local record shop and they played the full version of 'Red, Red Robin' when the team came running out onto the pitch alone. None of this namby pamby shaking the hands of the opposition and the ref and linesmen before kick off.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls..." There is a Richard Neve House in Plumstead High Street, a block of sheltered housing for the elderly.
Point of order: "not forgetting the boys and girls".
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It was some sort of penalty shoot out between the uni's women v mens as I think it was some sort of greenwich Uni day. All seemed a bit of a flop, don't think they 'took over the valley'.........
Embarrassing
The PA system renders his musings completely unintelligible.
It felt completely flat.
They seem to have addressed the issue of the ear shattering volume, but I genuinely can't understand a word being said.
Hence bemusement at the half time "entertainment".
And boy did that weird happening need explaining
Those on the receivng end of the communications issued forth by the club need to learn to accept anything and to give back unconditional love.
If you pay attention you would have realised by now we have a new first team player called Joe Konsa. Be glad and accept it because you can't change it.
I was in Bartrams.
The days when the players came out to warm up at 2.50pm and the game kicked off at 3pm on the dot.
10 minutes only for half-time and the games finished at 4.40pm or as near as damn it.
That's when the first scores came through on the BBC vidiprinter.
No subs to rack-up added time and not so much timewasting.