FA Cup Bender

This is the eleventh year of our annual FA Cup Final bender. It has seen it's ups and downs over the years, from highs of 10+ attendees, to as little as four, but the result is always the same. One of Helmets bets come in, and we end up drunk. This year, due to the Seemingly irreversible decline of Bradford city centre, we are off to Wakefield to watch the game, at some newish sports bar. There are already several commitments, and if we are blessed with the weather (and we always are) it has the makings of a good 'un. Rendezous is Lloyds in Centenary Square for between noon and one. If you are late, you will need to be catching us up, as we are not going to get bogged down in Bradford, as happened last year. For those of you running late, here is it's location:


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FA Cup-A Quick Reminder

I shall be compiling a more comprehensive post on the annual FA Cup bender when I return from Berlin. Just a quick reminder of the date- 14/5/2011, and the location- Wakefield. We tried to get there last year, and failed miserably. So this year we are making it a definite. So get yourself sorted!

Steady Cup

Well our annual jamboree for the FA Cup didn't quite pan out as planned. Myself and helmet were primed and ready to hook up with the Wakefield Massive, but one by one the Bradford lads backed out. Crespo finally turned up, at quarter past two, but at least he brought Patty with him. The Lord Clyde was chosen as the venue, which would have been good, but for one thing. They had Horse racing on, and we got fleeced. Nobody did ought on the match itself, so by three o'clock we were a tad skint. Even more so Helmet, who lost £70 on the bus on the way into town. Une Point. The day seemed set fair for much buffoonery, but after our rinsing by the local book keep, the wind was taken from our sails. The rest of the evening was fairly non descript. In fact I was home for around ten, I didn't really want to draw any more cash, and left the rest to get shit faced in the Villager. Next year is the tenth anniversary of our yearly shindig, and mention was made of perhaps an over nighter down to London. There is plenty of time to mull it over.

Bender Time

There isn't as many of us originally hoped, but it is the Cup Final today, and tradition demands a Bender. Myself and the Helmet are meeting up within the next couple of hours, and are making our way to a new sports bar in Wakefield, where we will be hooking up with Sprocket, Big JohnnyM, Dr Shotgun, Plus One and Dessi. The Boy Dazzler will be making himself available as soon as work commitments allow. The plan later is to head back to Saltaire for a few sherberts, Mercenary will be joining the festivities at this point. I was hoping to update the days shenanigans via twitter and this blog, but those plans have been scuppered, as I left my phone at the bottom of the stairs last night, and then promptly stood on it, rendering it completely and utterly useless. Buffoon point to the Brister. Which brings me nicely on to another score, as the current title holder finally got off the mark last week. Helmet managed to run out of petrol, 800 metre from the pub, and had to jog on to make last orders. I bet it was the first exercise he has taken in many a moon. So below are the latest standings, although if history is anything to go by, I will be updating again tomorrow.

Updated Buffoon Standings

1. Trigger 50 points
2. El Grande Queso 14 points
3. Euro Bri 14 points
   
4. Crespo 13 points
5. Child Catcher 11 points
   
6. Gareeeeeee 4 points
7. Sprocket 3 points
8. Dr Shotgun 3 points
   
9. Mikey D 3 Points
10. John the Don 3 points
11. Shouty 3 points
12. Dessi 2 points
    
13. San 1 Point
14. Major 1 point
15. Tony Helmet 1 point
    

Time Flies

When you are as busy as! Work commitments, and getting all my shit ready for my imminent jaunt to the USA means that I have had no time to update anything on the blog for the best part of a week. I was going to get caught up tonight, but then Geevers rang, so it is off to the George instead. Combine that with tomorrows FA Cup shindig, and I will endeavour to catch up on Sunday, hangover and the Elster not withstanding. The numbers making the trip to Wakefield are low at the moment, but we will be hooking up with Jonesy and the Boy Dazzler, and then probably heading around Saltaire.

FA Cup final Day

Sorry about the lack of action on this site over the last few days, but I have been on the beer all weekend, and I am feeling a little fragile right now. Was in Leeds all day yesterday, and then caught a bus that should have been a train, to see Crespo, Shouty, Flukey and OMB in Shipley. They were even drunker than I was, in particular the Kolschinater, who threw a bit of a wobbler, and took himself off. Crespo must have been out late as well, he didn't make football the next morning. I did, and it was murder. Spent the rest of the afternoon on Le Sofa. Anyway, back to the cup final on the 17th of May. I figure to meet in Lloyds bar in town, then watch the game at the old fail safe that is the Queens. Shouty has finally come up with a venue in Shipley, namely the Branch, so we will hold a straw poll to see which pub gets our business. Will catch up more tomorrow.

FA Cup Final Bender...Update

This years FA Cup final is on Saturday the 17th of May. Try and make sure your diary is free, and if you are scheduled to work, that the day is booked off. Location for piss up to follow later. All suggestions taken under consideration.

FA Cup

I thought I would stick my two pennies worth in about the FA Cup, before all the supposed commentators start carping on about what a poor final it will be this year, because there are no "big" teams left in it. I say "good", I as a supporter of none of the big four, who have won every final since 1995, and contested everyone since 1991, look forward to NOT watching two teams meet each other for the umpteenth time that season, going through all the hyperbole concerning their greatness, to then watch a snorefest decided by either penalties or a solitary goal in injury time. When another team does manage to break the monopoly, they then show up determined not be humiliated, the result a one sided snorefest decide by a solitary goal in normal time. I know the West Ham-Liverpool game a couple of years back was a corking game, but it was definitely the exception to the rule. This year we can look forward to a real team, supported by real fans, who the result will be a probable once in a lifetime outing that will go down in that city/towns history. I would love to see a West Brom v Barnsley final, as that would really get up the nose of all the part time glory hunters, and would actually feature more than a handful of English players.

P.S.
Isn't Alex Ferguson a bad loser. And don't you just love hearing him whine.