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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Wunderbar News!!

Breaking news concerning the mighty 1860! Brazilian legend Ronaldinho is preparing to sign a pre-contract deal to sign up for the second tier Budesliga team after falling out of favour in Milan. Lowenbrau have put up the money to entice the two time World Player of the Year to the sleeping giant of German football. he is pictured below with Gerhard Wienerburger, chairman of the brewing Goliath.

He has claimed a lifelong ambition to turn out for Der Lowen, and hopes to convince best mate Barry Conlon to join the Bavarian revolution, to usurp local rivals Bayern.

Buffoon Update

A quick addition too the previous "Grande Buffoon" post. Crespo left his car at the Villager the other weekend, and when he showed up to getr it on Sunday morning, found himself parked in. gutted he rang up Andy, the land lord to find out the phone number of the van owner, so he could get him too move it. Andy was only to willing to oblige, pointing out that the number was written down the side of the works van he was staring at. Rack up one point for the Kev-meister.

Updated standings;

  1. Trigger 10 points
  2. Crespo 10 points
  3. Euro Bri 8 points
  4. Charlie Child Catcher 7 points
  5. El Grande Queso 6 points
  6. Gareeeeeee 4 points
  7. Mikey D 3 Points
  8. John the Don 2 points
  9. Shouty 2 points
  10. San 1 Point

Lost Opportunity

I thought I would be unable to relay this tale of woe, but thanks to the guys who play after us down the Wood, I can confide in you the truth of last nights sad demise. Dr Shotgun, being the magnanimous sort, treat us too a new football a few months back, and a fine one it was. But because of an injury, he entrusted me to look after it, and last week, guess who wondered off and forgot it. That's right, Shouty. This meant that last night we had too play with a furry, wrinkly, odd shaped ball, which of course played right into the hands of the testicle loving JMF. We managed to keep ourselves in with a shout, but if contending with a knacker shaped ball was not enough, the Funky Messiah decided to leave a fart of such destructive odour, that it rendered the right flank of the court a no go zone. We have all heard the rumours of what he sticks up there, and it was a smell that quite frankly, I hope to never have to suffer through again. It proved to be an obstacle to far, and the game was up. The bad news for the MoFo is that I have recovered our ball for next week, and I have ordered a supply of nose plugs to eradicate the Funky Anus tactic. The only other highlight of the evening was King Dave taking a shot to the gonads. He barley flinched, earning him the nick name, for one week only of King Vagina. Back too level pegging.

JMF- Jamon, Dead Eye, Funky, Luklear War and King Vagina

EURO E- Euro Bri, Clogs, Shouty, The Mecenary and Big Phil

2010 Season

JMF wins - 6


Euro Elite - 6


Draws - 0

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

World Cup Venue

Believe it or not, we are only just over two months from the kick off of South Africa 2010. The reason I have raised this, is because we have yet to decide on a venue for our viewings. It was discussed on Saturday, and for the first game the general consensus is that we give the Villager in Wilsden first dibs. It has in the past served the cause well, although 2006 was a bit of a let down, the Con club next door was much the better bet. Of course it doesn't have to be in sheep bothering land, apart from Helmet and Sandro there aren't many of us who live there, but we have tried a few different places before, without much joy. Finding a boozer that strikes the right balance is difficult. You don't want a bunch of knobs who buy an England shirt every four years, and think it makes them the heir to Fabio Capello. You know the type, the one that will start carping on how over rated Wayne Rooney is, because he hasn't scored a hat trick in the first 45 seconds. Females are a bit of a pickle as well. Yes, it's nice to have a few around to fetch you a pint at half time, but you don't want to be inundated with loads of them asking what position Beckham is playing, and commenting on how ugly the Ivory Coast kit is. The again, at the rate Pubs are going out of business, we may have to do with what ever we can find.

Weekly Beer Advert!

An old one for sure, but it's got one thing bang on. Carling is only fit for cleaning the bathroom floor.

Bender Details

The plans for Good Friday are now becoming much clearer. A few of us are heading of down to the Candia on Legrams lane for a spot of lunch, ie meatballs and Peroni for around 12:30, and once finished will be taking a stroll down to the Fighting Cock, where our ETA is around 13:30 hours. From there it will be on to the less salubrious haunts of Bradford town, as we embrk on an epic Binge. So far it looks to be a good turnout, among those making a PA are the Boy Dazzler, Shotgun, Mossy, Big JohnnyM, Lobon, Big Al, Mikey D, Queso, Helmet, Sprocket, Crespo and even the King of the Pixies. If I have missed anybody out, apologies. For the rest of you, grow some stones and get yer arse out!

Le Grande Buffoon 2010

Things got a little busy a few weeks ago, but things kind of cooled off for a spell. Shouty picked himself up a point for texting out his new mobile number, without saying who it was from.... This weekend Crespo was in dumb blond mode. Yes, I scored a point, rather harshly, when I miss heard something Patty said. He told us he couldn't make our Good Friday Bender, because he was off to the boat race. I thought he said "Motor race" and asked who was racing. Crespo was all over me on that one, and with Helmet and Queso to hand to back him up, I resigned myself to my score. But then our lanky hero, still flush at catching me out, turned to Patty and asked, straight faced "So where the race then?" Patty looked at me, and then Kev, before answering "London." Deuce, as they say in tennis, and a score chalked up for Crespo. But all this pales, apparently, in comparison to a rumoured ten pointer by a squad member. It happened a couple of weeks back, but my sources tell me it is a nailed on ten pointer, a veritable "Buffoon" rating. The person who it involves, will make a great impact on the race for the Maillot Jaune 2010. Add the upcoming Bender, along with our imminent sojourn to Dusseldorf, and it could be a golden month in the annals of stupidity.

Updated standings;

  1. Trigger 10 points
  2. Crespo 9 points
  3. Euro Bri 8 points
  4. Charlie Child Catcher 7 points
  5. El Grande Queso 6 points
  6. Gareeeeeee 4 points
  7. Mikey D 3 Points
  8. John the Don 2 points
  9. Shouty 2 points
  10. San 1 Point

Friday, March 26, 2010

Cant Come Soon Enough

Not the German trip, although the same applies, but Good Friday, our first official Bender of the Spring. I am not expecting a huge turnout, a lot of Evil M.R.S. have made plans for various members, but there should be a few. The itinerary is is a simple. Candia for Fortitude, ie meatballs, and then round the dive bars of Bradford town. It will be an early-ish start, the guy at the greasy spoon is looking to be shut up for the holidays by around two o'clock, so for those wanting line their bellies there can be no lolly gagging. The we head for the Fighting Cock, Beehive, Harp of Erin, Star, Castle, Commercial and Boy and Barre ll to name but a few. Anyone needing to join up later, give me a call, and I will direct you accordingly. Should be a hoot.

Take, Take, Take.....

We all know that the current difficulties we are all in were pretty much caused by a bunch of rich bankers, whose epic avarice finally caused the meltdown of the financial system. The folk who should be making sure that such a situation didn't arise, were far to busy flushing our tax money down the shit hole on duck houses, second homes, or alternatively were pushing through umpteen new laws to make our lives just that little bit less enjoyable. Of course when the proverbial hit the fan, it was yet again the good old British tax payer that was left to pick up the tab, to the tune of about £300million pounds a day in borrowed cash. Of course this brass needs paying back, and I don't think the Chinese are in the business of letting countries set up an IVA. This means a hike in taxes and a cut in public spending, something that has reached Herculean proportions during the current governments 13 year tenure. So what plan have our esteemed leaders conjured up? They are to rinse the good folk who have propped up the economy, and who provide a healthy wage to them, and keep them in splendorous retirement. On other words, me and you.

It's not just our pay packets that are trimmed. No. The few treats we enjoy are also spanked. Enjoy a tab? Pay up. A few pints over the weekend. Pay up. Fancy a drive to enjoy the country side? Pay up. And for what? These brilliant public services they are supposed to fund. Where are they? The town I live in, Bradford is getting a city centre park, that nobody wants, foisted upon it, at a cost of millions, yet schools throughout the district are starved of basic equipment. Our road tax and petrol duty are among the highest in Europe, yet they are continually choked with traffic, for road works that seem to have nobody working on them. The list is endless, but the question is: Why?

For years I was not sure of the answer, but I think I know it now. It's quite simple, they hate us. We are not wealthy enough them to be of any use, and the fact that we can vote them out of office infuriates them. Witness the expenses fiasco. Barely a handful have apologised, whilst the majority claim they have done no wrong, and attempt to thwart all attempts to make them repay their ill gotten gains. Now we are finding out about the fees charged for lobbying on the behalf of large corporations, whilst jetting around the globe on "Fact Finding" missions while hectoring us about the evils of our Carbon Footprint. And now that we all can see them for the conniving, self serving swine that they are, how do they get even? The Budget. So exactly how can we make them see that they work for us, and the other way around? Vote them out. I know mine is a small voice that will be lost in the cacophony of drivel about to be spouted in the run up to a general election, but I do have an idea. A pretty good one I think. If we were all to vote for anybody but the MP who currently holds their seat, we would end up with an entirely new body of representatives. It might not be the perfect solution, but it would oust every single one of the self serving wankers who currently sit. Maybe then, they get a taste of what it's like to make your way in the real world.

STOP THE NONSENSE

Late Show

With only two minutes remaining, and down by three goals, all appeared lost down the Wood last night, as the Righteous looked to have surrendered the lead in the race to be kings of 2010. After the lying cheating scoundrels of the JMF had fashioned their lead, in thanks mainly to the hithero unknown finishing ability of King Dave, and a large dollop of skulduggery, it took a monumental push, and a shed load of skill from young One Scoop to not only drag the Righteous level, but earn a two goal win. A shell shocked MoFo were ready to call the cops, to report a theft, but settled instead for a collective bleating. It is lambing season after all......

JMF- Jamon, Dead Eye, Funky, Luklear War and King Dave

EURO E- Euro Bri, Two Scoops, One Scoop, Crespo and Big Phil

2010 Season

JMF wins - 5


Euro Elite - 6


Draws - 0

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Bantams 0 Magpies 0

A grim Northern night, and a pitch that was in a pretty poor state, was never going to lend itself to a classic encounter, although the match wasn't that bad. County applied all the early pressure, but the Bantams defence kept it's shape, and didn't make any stupid mistakes, so the early waves of attack petered out. City found their feet, and gradually made a game of it. Daley tried his hardest, but the conditions were not made for his style of play. The second half started well for the home side, and an otherwise excellent Hanson, let himself down with twp misses that should have at least tested the keeper. As the game wore on though, our sides lack of fitness began to show, and the Magpies could quite easily have bagged all three points. But they didn't, and to be honest a draw was probably a fair result. After the chaos of Stuarts last couple of months in charge, it is nice to see some order restored to the side, but it seems to me that Mr Taylor is sussing out who is staying, and who is going to be looking for a new team. I have no problem with this, but I kind of expect that the season will start to drift now, as we don't really have owt to play for. Just hope he get's the right players in, and hangs around to see it through.

Pie Rating- I did have a picture of Mickey D and Queso sampling the fine steak and kidney pies. But my cheap ass phone won't upload said photo, so you will have to make do their grades. Queso was most impressed and gave it an 8.5, before realising this might have been a tad over the top, and down grading to an 8. Mickey D, whose pie was slightly burned underneath, gave his a 7, which translates to an average of 7.5. I gave the savouries a miss, but am committed to setting new record of five pies during a game on Easter Monday.

Fortune Smiles

At last, the rest of the Bundesliga 2 fixture list has been released, and the Game between Fortuna Dusseldorf and 1860 is on Sunday the 18th of April at 13:30. Get in. This means we shall have an early lunch at Hooters, followed by masses of beer and football. It should be a decent game, Der Lowen are on a three game win streak and are currently only four points off Fortuna, although the eleven point gap to the play off places means a promotion push is unlikely. I am just happy we will get to see the lads play this year. The Shoutster may be interested to know that his second German team Gladbach are playing just up the road in Gelsenkirchen on the Saturday before, as they face Shalke.

Weekly Beer Advert

I have chosen this Brazilian commercial for it's gratuitous arse shot. However, if the beer is so cold, how come her nipples are not pointing due north?

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Cold Turkey

Sorry about the lack of of action on the here web thingy over the last few weeks. I have fallen prey to CoD: Modern warfare 2, and have neglected my musings for far too long. I hope too have broken it's spell over me, and will be pulling my finger out, as over the next few weeks plenty looks to be in the offing. I aim to resurrect the Good Friday Bender, which has fallen by the way side over the last few years, and not long after, we don our wrist bands, and take off back to the Fatherland to support Der Lowen. We have a good squad this time round, at the last count 12. This is all a precursor to the 2010 World Cup, which will hopefully coincide with a glorious summer. Heaven knows we are due one. rest assured, I have removed my thumb from my arse, and will be devoting more time to Bender Squad doings.

Top Ten....................Away days

I know I have been a bit slack of late, see above, so I am reviving the Top Ten thread that I started a couple of months back. To relaunch this series of postings, I am going to rate my favourite venues to watch a game of football. The criteria is that it must still be standing, which rules out sure fire top tenners Highbury and Maine Road. And that is it. I have ruled out Valley Parade, as it is my teams home ground, and there fore cannot really be considered an Away day. So here goes, my ten best, up till now, places to watch the beautiful game.

1.Griffin Park, Brentford, London
To an old romantic like me, this is how it should be. A small ground, capacity under 13,000, smack in the borough of the team it represents, surrounded by a pub on each corner. And great pubs they are, proper football places, full of fans downing some pre match ales. The stadium is an old four sided one, with some terracing, that crowds right up to the pitch. This lends it's self to hurling cheers and jeers at the players, and also baiting the home fans, who are sat mere feet away. Grounds like this are becoming a rarity, and this one needs to be enjoyed quickly, as the club owners are looking to find some soulless multi purpose shed on an industrial estate in the middle of nowhere.

2. Estadio Santiago Bernabéu, Madrid
This is a personal choice, moist of the Bender Squad who have been to both prefer the Camp Nou, but to my mind, this wins hands down. It is a massive structure, and although there are one's with a bigger capacity, this one just seems bigger. The place has a definite aura about, although the game we watched, featuring all the original Galacticos, was a bit of a dud, so the atmosphere was a bit flat. The next time I visit, I will make sure that it is for a higher end game, although I know I will pay a pretty price for the privilege.

3. Goodison Park, Liverpool
Anfield, which is just across the park, has the reputation one of the worlds great football venues, but I like the more down to Earth home of Everton, which to me is a little more genuine. Because their support is not as disparate as Liverpool's (who at full time jump into their motors and take off back to the four corners of the country), there is more going off both before and after the game, especially in the pubs round the ground. Everton fans also come across as less arrogant, actually showing a bit of an interest in your team, even when they are uber unglamourous Bradford city.

4. St James Park, Newcastle
A bit of an anomaly, a massive stadium that is still down town. And with Newcastle having one of the best pub/bar scenes in the land, it is an excellent place to visit. The away section is up in the Gods, and the Geordie's staunch belief that they have a God given right to one of the games Goliaths is a bit grating, but I will take this place over a million Reebok Stadiums. In fact the biggest problem you will have on an away day here, is not getting too drunk, and missing the game.

5. Loftus Road, Shepard's Bush, London
Another London venue, down to the facxt that they are all located in residential ares, which always have a good selection of pubs near by, which helps foster a feeling of being on a proper day out, rather than just an excursion to a different stadium. I recommend the Springbok, which is within spitting distance of the ground. The layout of the stadium is also different. It has the look of a two tier shoe box. The vibe around the place is also more laid back than most of it's City rivals, which is why it places higher than some it more illustrious rivals. That and the day we went was the day that the bantams took charge of their destiny the season we made the Premier League.

6. Borussia-Park, Mönchengladbach
It goes against all that I preach, this one, and it is the only purpose built out of town facility you will find in this list. Why? It may well have something to do with the gorgeous spring day weather, or the exciting 2-2 draw that was played out. More likely it was down to the fact the me and Shouty were in the middle of a three day bender, and were pretty clattered by the time we arrived. Still, the Gladbach fans know how to raise the roof, and combined with our Herculean intake of beer, combined for the perfect day at the football. Fucking magic it was.

7. Camp Nou, Barcelona
I found this place a little bit of a let down. May be because it was our first annual footie jaunt to a foreign stadium, and I was expecting a little bit too much. Don't get me wrong, it is very impressive, and when the crowd sing the club song before kick off a chill runs up the spine, but for me it still lacked a little something. But the lads who went thought it was fantastic, and it still sparks a healthy debate as to which is better, Nou camp or the Bernebeau? You know my preference, and I would suggest to anybody reading this, that they sample both. Great clubs, great cities.

8. Allianz Arena, Munich
All right I lied. I couldn't resist including the home of TSV 1860 on my list. Yes it is a multi purpose out of town stadium, that takes about 40 minutes to get to by train, but two of the greatest days of my life were on the days that I went to see my second favourite team play. One was during the Oktoberfest, which is the most legendary day of the Bender squad, and the second was not far behind it. My advice is to tie in a an 1860 game with a trip to the Oktoberfest, where after the game the tents are rammed with local fans.

9. White Hart Lane, London
Yet another London ground. This one, unlike the other two listed, is not a friendly or laid back place, witness the "No Away Fans" in the pubs closest the ground, but this give it a frisson of danger, that is lacking in most grounds these days. Not as menacing as the old Man City ground at Maine Road, but it keeps you on your toes. The pub near the Tube station, which was playing a load of Chas and Dave songs was priceless.

10. Blundell Park, Cleethorpe
Home too the oldest stand in England, that is still in use, Grimsby Towns ground is a proper throwback. It is tatty round the edges, but has a charm all of it's own. The main reason it ranks so high in my list is the bar under the away supporters stand. It's like a little pub right in the middle of the ground. The stand also has a really low roof which is great for acoustics.

All Square

A topsy turvey game down the Wood last night saw the evil jism lovers of the JMF prevail by three goals to draw level in the 2010 title race. Two evenly matched sides played out a tit for tat game, before the MoFo hit their purple patch. Most games are decided on who scores the most during their purple patch, it was the lame-o's who had found theirs first. Happy Feet was at his mazy best, and he opened up the Righteous rear guard at will. The main beneficiaries were Luklear and King Dave, who made up for a strangely wayward Dead Eye. But if he was merely wayward, Two Scoops was the epitome of profligate. Granted he was not alone, as I squandered my fair share, but the Scoopmeister was in cows back side mode, as his efforts flew everywhere but on target. This saw us trail by six with time running down, but a big push at the end, with Mercenary and Shouty picking up the scoring challenge, meant we got back to within a brace. Of course when chasing a game holes are left at the back, and we could get no nearer. So it's back to square one, as the early good form of the Elite has dried up.

JMF- Happy Feet, Dead Eye, Funky, Luklear War and King Dave

EURO E- Euro Bri, Two Scoops, The Mercenary, Shouty and Big JohnnyM

2010 Season

JMF wins - 5


Euro Elite - 5


Draws - 0

Monday, March 15, 2010

A Very Good Friday

Enough is enough. Enough of the rotten economic outlook. Enough of Winter. It is about time we remembered what life is all about, and got back into the groove. So this upcoming Good Friday we are going out and having it. The plan is to fortify ourselves with some Candia meatballs and Peroni, and then to take off on a mission around the dive bars of Bradford. Yes money is tight, but sometimes you have to say "What the Fuck!" and get back to basics. This summer is a World Cup one, so we need to be in peak beer drinking condition to meet the heavy schedule that lies before us. So clear your diaries, tell the missus you are working and copper up, we have been far too sensible of late. I will post times nearer the time.

Bantams 2 Shots 1

A brief report on the City game from Saturday. The reason for it's shortness is simple, as I was waylaid at work, and didn't arrive at Valley Parade till half time. Of course I missed all the important action, it was 2-1 when I arrived, and it finished that way. It was good though to see Omar Daley looking like his old self. Quick off the mark, he opened the game up nicely, although his pitiful dive probably did deserve the card it garnered. But the player who really caught my eye was Bolder, who added some much needed zip to our midfield, which has looked far to pedestrian for much of the season. Imagine a lower league Jimmy Bullard, and you get an idea of his playing style. If this performance is anything to go by, he could prove to be a very good addition. Of course it is a victory that has come too late to see us make a run at the playoffs, losses at Port Vale and Aldershot mean that all though we style have a mathematical chance at a playoff spot, it is highly unlikely that it will be the case.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

What Goes Around...

Comes around, as the old adage goes, and the game down the Wood gave credence to this old saying. A few weeks back, the JMF were suffering from a spate of injuries, and had to play against a Righteous Elite, that were bolstered by a young an excellent player covering for an absent team mate. The result was a comprehensive win for the boys in white. The arse munchers whined about the sides, but I said at the time, that these things had a habit of evening themselves out. And tonight they did. From the off the ass bandits looked to have a stronger team, and to win, we were fully aware that we needed to operate at our optimum. Two injuries put paid to our bright start, and in the end the MoFo did us like they do their rent boys. Texas Style. For those of you not familiar with Wibsey slang, this equates to a dry bumming. I could not shake a dead leg, Clogs picked up a toe injury, and we fell to pieces. In fact, we did well to score over ten goals, but we were still well beat. Shouty and the Child Catcher did their utmost, but Happy Feet and Dead Eye ran us ragged. After a bright start to the campaign, we find our advantage cut to a single game. Game on, as they say.

JMF- Happy Feet, Dead Eye, Funky, Luklear War and Jamon

EURO E- Euro Bri, Clogs, The Mercenary, Shouty and Child catcher

2010 Season

JMF wins - 4


Euro Elite - 5


Draws - 0

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Weekly Beer Ad

Once again Bud Light. This advert looks like it may have been inspired by one of the Funky Messiahs wet dreams.

One Door Closes....

And another one opens. The current Grande Buffoon title holder, has unfortunately had to withdraw from the impeding sojourn to Dusseldorf. Work commitments have foiled his planned japery, and he will now be hoping to instead make the Belgium beer festival jaunt in September. But this has provided an opening for another member, and Helmet had promised a spot to Trigger, so instead of the Champ, we will be taking the current leader along instead. It has been suggested that we get a homing device of some description for him, but he is big enough, and ugly enough to look after himself. But he is not the only surprise addition. Dance Matt and the Major are making the trip up from Munich and Basle, to swell the numbers attending to twelve. I have now started an official countdown, and it can't come soon enough. We are at the arse end of winter, and we need an epic Bender badly to shake of the dark months torpor. 1860 still haven't confirmed kick off times for that weekend, which could still be the fly in the ointment of our plan, but even if we miss the game, I am sure we can find plenty to entertain ourselves.

As for Der Lowen, they have been on a pretty good run of results lately, although a lack of consistency looks to have condemned them to mid table mediocrity. The same cannot be said of Fortuna Dusseldorf, who are pushing hard for promotion. Fingers crossed. If not, we should be able to catch a game over the weekend, as many of Germany's top teams (Koln, Dortmund, Shalke, Leverkusen, Moenchegaldbach) are all in the same region.

Friday, March 05, 2010

Dog Days

I know there hasn't been a whole lot of activity on the blog lately, but it is with good reason. There just ain't fuck all going on. At first I figured it was the never ending recession. The I kind of thought it might be down to our age. None of us are getting younger, that's for sure. There was an illegal rave down in town last weekend, and the first I heard of it was via the Telegraph and Argus. Boy, did that make me feel ancient. (Did bring back a few good memory trips mind) Still, there was a an item on the local news on Wednesday that made me realise that there is fuck all going off in general. Myself, Shouty, Gaaarrreeeee and the Mercenary were shooting the breeze in the Villager after the England game when the local news came on the telly. Now West Yorkshire is not some back water rural county. It is home to over two million folk, but the second lead story was that a dog had escaped. That's right a dog had gotten loose from it's garden. They even had close circuit TV images of it sniffing a lamp post, and a hot line to report any sightings. I kid you not. Was this a one off? I tuned into Look North, the BBC equivalent too Calender, and the second story on this days report concerned a story about a teaching assistant taking the piss out of a kid on Facebook. Another busy day then.

So it isn't us who are surrendering to the vagaries of time. Yes we are all skint, but the truth is we live in a place where jack is going down at the moment. But with spring literally a couple weeks away, I sense things are getting ready to go up a notch. Well at least I hope so, I haven't been this sober, for this long, for ages. The fact that I am writing this, on a Friday night, after a second consecutive Friday night in is freaking me out a bit....

Late Burst Seals Win

A strangely muted game down the Wood on Wednesday night. This doesn't mean it wasn't a good game, in fact for most of the contest it was an excellent one, but it just seemed to be lacking in bite. There were no major arguments, Hell we even got a penalty that they didn't contest. For fifty minutes it could have gone either way, but the younger legs of the shirt lifters prevailed, a five goal burst in the last quarter put the game beyond doubt. King Dave was probably the standout, for once hitting the back of the net more often than the roof. Luklear's flying head butt of the wall was pretty amusing as well. Let's hope next week proves more controversial.

JMF- King Dave, Dead Eye, Funky, Luklear War and Jamon

EURO E- Euro Bri, Two Scoops, The Mercenary, Shouty and Big Phil

2010 Season

JMF wins - 3


Euro Elite - 5


Draws - 0

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

To Be Sure...

After months of debate, voting and a pinch of skulduggery, we have finally alighted upon an "Official Beer of the Bender Squad." It appears that the final vote count is legitimate, and hence forth, Guinness will be known as our standard brew. Rolling Rock, very much a surprise finalist, put up a good show, but it was always up against it. The winner will have it's logo shown down thwe side bar, just above the links section. I will take a couple weeks to try and think up another ongoing thread to uncover another "Official..." thread, but for now, over to you, Rutger........

The Winner

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Under the Weather

Sorry for the lack of action on this blog over the last few days, but I haven't been my usual self. All seemed set fair for an excellent weekend on Friday. I even stayed in to make sure I was operating at maximum effectiveness for the following day. So I was more than a bit put out to awake on Saturday morning with what can only be politely described as the squirts. At first I thought it would be just an hour or so thing, and continued to look forward to a day at the Bantams, were I had blagged a seat in hospitality, and then on too a Jannetta shindig in the evening, an event always good for plenty of high jinks. But as the clock ticked on I couldn't shake 'em. Still I figured if I went to the game I would come around, you know, a few beers, a pie, maybe even some chips, and I would be as good as new. The Elster considered my lager cure for diarrhea as pure folly, but I laughed, and said "Nonsense! There is nothing that a few ales won't put right." But I really hate to say this, she was right. To be honest, chugging ice cold bottles of lager doesn't make diarrhea go away. In fact the opposite happens. It makes it worse. Rest assured, there was no Munich incident, but it was only so by pure willpower. I even only managed to down four bottles of lager, even though they were complimentary, and I could have drunk as many as I saw fit. My plans for a night of tom foolery were scuppered, and the rest of the weekend was spent laying out on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, interspersed with sprints up the stairs. Lovely. I did, however, finally discover something beer was not good for. I reckon the next time I am struck with Delhi Belly, Tabasco covered Habeneros would a better remedy than lager.

I am, thankfully, returning better health, and will aspire to catch up tomorrow.