posted by
mitchy at 10:34pm on 22/03/2004
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Good grief!
Well we won but by crikey we were lucky. A flukey free kick, a hotly disputed penalty. *shakes head* I've heard of living on the edge but this is silly!
Sometimes it's rotten being a football fan. You live and die with every missed pass, every lost chance, ever missed shot. You make every tackle, every pass, run, chase, live, breathe with them, every second.
You watch the clock, sweating, wondering if your team can hold out, can score, can keep the ball, can remember to pass to the guys in the white shirts dammit! Bring the ball out, stop hoofing it randomly up the pitch. Run, run like the wind! OK, now PASS it damn you!! Argh!! You're not *&^"%* Pele, you idiot!! Ack, stop that blue shirted pest of a forward! Noooo, don't back off, **££* TACKLE HIM YOU OVER-PAID GIT!!! ARGH! Oh thank god, he missed. *whimpers*
There's 30 seconds relief while your goalie retrieves the ball and you can get your heart restarted. And then it starts all over again.
Multiply that by 90 and you have the football match I watched tonight. Interspersed by two bouts of hysterical cheering when we scored and one burst of uncontrolled peevishness when they equalised. The following stats should sum it up nicely.
Leeds Utd: Attempts at Goal 5 Attempts on Target 3
Manchester City: Attempts at Goal:14 Attempts on Target 5
I'd be pissed off if I was a Man City fan, I can understand their anger at the penalty, especially as the player got sent off too. But there you go. The key thing for us is we've got 3 points, the club is safe from administration (for now) and we're finally off the bottom off the table.
9 more matches. 810 minutes. I may need Prozac.
Well we won but by crikey we were lucky. A flukey free kick, a hotly disputed penalty. *shakes head* I've heard of living on the edge but this is silly!
Sometimes it's rotten being a football fan. You live and die with every missed pass, every lost chance, ever missed shot. You make every tackle, every pass, run, chase, live, breathe with them, every second.
You watch the clock, sweating, wondering if your team can hold out, can score, can keep the ball, can remember to pass to the guys in the white shirts dammit! Bring the ball out, stop hoofing it randomly up the pitch. Run, run like the wind! OK, now PASS it damn you!! Argh!! You're not *&^"%* Pele, you idiot!! Ack, stop that blue shirted pest of a forward! Noooo, don't back off, **££* TACKLE HIM YOU OVER-PAID GIT!!! ARGH! Oh thank god, he missed. *whimpers*
There's 30 seconds relief while your goalie retrieves the ball and you can get your heart restarted. And then it starts all over again.
Multiply that by 90 and you have the football match I watched tonight. Interspersed by two bouts of hysterical cheering when we scored and one burst of uncontrolled peevishness when they equalised. The following stats should sum it up nicely.
Leeds Utd: Attempts at Goal 5 Attempts on Target 3
Manchester City: Attempts at Goal:14 Attempts on Target 5
I'd be pissed off if I was a Man City fan, I can understand their anger at the penalty, especially as the player got sent off too. But there you go. The key thing for us is we've got 3 points, the club is safe from administration (for now) and we're finally off the bottom off the table.
9 more matches. 810 minutes. I may need Prozac.
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*heh*
It's great when you're playing well.
But yes, there are times when it's like hitting your head against a brick wall: it's lovely when you stop :D