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  1. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    I love it!! Made me laugh there being compared to Tam O’Shanters missus! [emoji23][emoji23] it was a comment because someone else commented on Wishae. Football wise they were good but the interactions I had off the pitch left a sour taste and after the last one I thought it was a bit harsh, that was all, no more no less. To be fair, I do try to comment on what I think and what I see, (I do not claim to speak for anyone at the club or anyone else for that matter). Often that isn’t what others think or see and I accept that. In fact GOTW and I often disagree in real time about things that have happened right in front of us as we stand side by side. One man’s coming together is another man’s deliberate kick. Happy to hold my hands up to anything and as you say, it may be opening up old scabbed up sores... I shall leave them to heal over again.... “No, wha this tale o' truth shall read, Ilk man and mother's son take heed”..... be careful what you write or you too may be condemned to a life compared to a literary Ayrshire wife... and who would ever want that??[emoji23] Mon the Wishae Bards!!
  2. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    I am happy to clarify... I’ve read my post and it does read like he was in hospital unconscious and I don’t think that was the case. He had been unconscious and was in hospital. Everything else still stands. I’m glad there is no win at all costs attitude, that never works out well, but it wasn’t me mentioning about your manager leaving and questions being asked about people behind the scenes interfering. I also mentioned the strange interaction I had with a few Wishae Jaykit’d guys after the game last week. (Not sure if they were committee or indeed the alleged famous and fabled Wishae Agitators of Gaffers) I read and heard people from Wishae (in here and in person) bleat on and on about those 3 points as if I had instigated a personal evil plan to steal them from them, even though the game never finished. The sour taste was left because of debates on here with certain folk who in my opinion were not quite getting the situation and too hell bent of getting those 3 points. I knew that if they played the replay like they played the original game they would beat us again.. so it proved and they killed our promotion plans last season. I gave up in the end. I was at the original game too...The lad was knocked out cold I was told and then came round and if you were on the pitch you know what the order of events were after that.... as I said, for football reasons I won’t miss them, some decent players over the years, we never did well against them and even Monday last was a struggle as we got over the line. Happy to raise my standards again and clarify! As you said, we can all slip ocassionally. It is acceptable though if your standards are exceptionally high to start with.. and it is just a slip...[emoji6]
  3. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    A wee Wishae word.... it won’t break my heart if we don’t have to play them next year for 2 reasons. The first one is football (and probably what we should always be judged on) as they are a good side full of decent players who have, over the games I have seen against them over the last 2 season, been the better team on the balance of play. They always gave us problems. 2nd’ly, they are a bunch of moaning buggers behind the scenes. I admit I don’t know much about their internal feuds which have been detailed on here but I remember the bllx they talked and did when our lad broke his jaw at theirs last season, ambulance called, his dad driving his wife at break neck speed to the hospital, mum in tears worried about their son as he was unconscious in A&E and the match abandoned. It left a sour taste in my mouth at the time and the over officious conspiratorial sour graped tone coming from some showed up more about them than it ever did about us. They were letting their players down as far as I was concerned and I don’t care WHAT team you are and at what level, changing managers so often and unrest behind the scenes never does the players any good in the long run. I heard some moans again on Monday after the game as I said. Football isn’t win at all costs and lord above, we are at a low low level of football (although we all love it) so we should enjoy it and carry ourselves well. Congratulate the winners and respect your opponents and share the love of this game, all of us just trying our best, player manager committee and fan alike. Standards dear boys, standards. When you drop yours, even the once, the game’s a bogey.... for you anyway.
  4. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    Saw the 2nd half at Rossvale tonight and the game and league title went down to the 90th minute as Port were awarded a penalty but saw it crash back off the post and the Candy crash to second place. To be honest, Rossvale were by far the better team with the number 7 and 2 goal number 8 stand outs. Saw Rossvale collect the cup (I think) through the mesh as I walked back to my car with half the crowd, a large percentage of whom were the Candy die hards. They didn’t have a very big home support for a league decider I thought... pity. I have no complaints though and good luck to them. The league doesn’t lie and in football, more often than not, you get what you deserve. Congratulations and see you next year. I didn’t want to play Petershill anyway..... And as an aside, the wishae guys I spoke to after the game on Monday were moaning about their manager “no being able to manage a squad”.. I didn’t have time to debate... sounded like bad crack as they were the better team against us... there is no pleasing some people. Enjoy your summer everyone. It’s been a cracker... Kinky Afro out [emoji441][emoji652]️[emoji460]️[emoji106]
  5. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    We were all moaning at StRoch’s about the fixture congestion and we won the last 5 on the spin. It does look like RV had Port over a barrel though when they refused to reschedule. Common sense (or damage limitation?) seems to have prevailed as I think there would have been an almighty uproar if they had refused to rearrange and then been awarded the league title with a walkover and then all this came out. I wouldn’t like to think any team would be that desperate to win this league that they would deliberately shaft an opponent and take a 3-0?? I wouldn’t be. Win it on merit or not at all. Having said that, some people say I am too fair and too balanced for my own good. Still, it’s better than being the other way.... I think that the score on Friday will night will sort this out once and for all. #adrawdiziz
  6. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    I agree. There are some things though mate which can be said in the same way as “Well done” but with a little more creativity. [emoji106] They have their destiny in their own hands but Port were the only team to beat StR during the run in so they are bound to be a difficult opponent. Especially since they have the Royal contingent available now! [emoji6] Rossvale were the best side we played last season and I said so at the time. It is no surprise to me that they are where they are. What will be will be but I has been a great season for them. All the best to all concerned.
  7. Central 1st Division 2017-18

    Rossvale would have walked the game on Saturday what with the Port centre forward Prince Harry missing and their auld experienced Centre Half German Phil out too . It was even worse for them as the midfield general Megan’s Da was out with chest pains. He’s still out of Friday night but at least the Windsor boys are back in so they have a chance. Hopefully the young lad up top nicks a few and the old boy keeps the Vale out. That will get the Candy over the line. See you all there. [emoji460]️[emoji106]
  8. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    I am sure there will be season reviews and moments of matches mentioned that make me smile and remember and lament. You can look back at a period of your life and despite the trials and tribulations and ups and downs over undulations and through dark times and light, even when it turns out alright, it can leave you with so many feelings that you don’t know whether you feel good or bad or somewhere in between. It can take a while for me to reflect and digest and store my minds eye, an acute and often critical master, but my closest and dearest friend. I thrive on the immersion of football and like a sponge, I soak it up. I look and listen and feel and when I have gathered all the information I reflect and sort it and look for links and order and reason and humour and wit and fun. Sometimes it is difficult and my own dark skies cloud up and block out the radiance of the day.. I know that and I accept it and every day is a battle, but one I win more often than not now. If “Any port in a storm” is the cry then I find mine in the high walls and calm waters of this game we all share. I know I have it to come back to when the sea gets choppy or I spring a leak or the old engine packs in. I don’t want to sink, I want to keep floating for a while yet.... I have some great places to sail to in the next few years, my football life is joyous and busy right now and I am proud of what I do, an x marks the spot on my chart and I refuse to let anything stop me. I have managed to navigate the storms and dangerous waters and despite hitting the rocks at times, the Roch has saved me this season. It has given me a purpose and sanctuary where I could spend precious times with my auld man and speak to him about something he understands and loves and share the most basic of human requirements, to be loved. Never underestimate what some people find in this game we all moan at and castigate and bitch about. It can save you. I’m a Candy Bitch and I say it proudly..... Cars stretch as far as the eyes can see (well, the old Ranza anyway) as I pull up and park on Royston Road at 630. I walk fast, the path trodden by hundreds of thousands before me across the years, I feel part of something and tonight could be the night. My auld man has the coffees in but I have a 10 minute talk in with the usual suspects as I enter the gate, we are mobbed already.... it is noise and colour and hopes and dreams, it is everything football should be and everything it is for me. I spot Stuart carrying 2 huge fireworks. I ask if I can take his picture, “A Glesga 2 bob rocket wae 2 rockets”. He gives me stick back and we all laugh. There is a nervous excitement in the air, I hoped his rockets would be joining it later. As I mentioned Stuart, a quick word here about the vocal and more colourful Candy fans and the unwarranted stick they have received again this season from some. Like all people let alone football fans, there is an edge to some. They can been seen by strangers as loud and raucous and a potential incident waiting to happen. Stuart and his mates stand to the left of the dug out and shout and support and moan at times and criticise and encourage and do what football fans should do, care about their team. I don’t care who you support, you could do with fans like these. I speak to Stuart and we talk about the game and he talks sensibly and passionately and rationally.. he and his merry band of men can be loud... but who wants quiet fans? I congratulate them for their support and hope they enjoy the new grounds and teams and the fun of the Super League. I’ve already written loads and I am not even at the bit where after a coffee and a chat with some Wishae lads in the clubhouse, all of us lamenting the punch drunk players as they entered the old skool boxing 15th round where there were often knockouts and bout winning moments, where the brave of heart and steel willed warriors were the only victors. It takes something special to be relentless and I think we have been recently. A tribe transformed and whipped into shape and discipline and belief and allowed to flourish and express themselves, allowed to lose, draw and win. Credit to the gaffer.. anyway... I get summonsed to help at the gate where Paul is getting over ran. Tam the taxi is standing outside stoking up the fires of our gateman’s frustration as he shouts “git a hurry oan. These lads ur wanting in fur kick aff”. He smokes another fag and chuckles. The crowds flood in. Under 16s are free and I could over 50 come in during the 15 mins I’m there. A couple of hundred adults come in, loads of pensioners, men and women, every one told to “enjoy the game” as they pay their ££ or get in for free. It is a huge crowd and as I stood just before half time, Tracy from the kicthen walks by and says “we have nearly sold everything already. Im just back from ASDA so all we have is warm cans and cauld pies!” “No change there then” cracks a Candy comedian. We are a cracking wee club when we do things right and the anticipation was building. Sun splitting the sky and green field stretching before you with hundreds lining the terrace and as you parted with your fiver and entered, there was a buzz and an aliveness that I seldom see in Junior football. It had everything to be a marvellous night and all we needed was a performance... the teams ran out and I walked to my spot by the dug out, it was mobbed already but I got my place just as we kicked off. I started the 45 min count down on my phone and settled in for my journey to the Promised Land.... We started well but I could tell Wishae were a decent side. They were better than anything we had played and beaten on our previous 4 game in 9 days midweek away games which had taken us to the brink. We went one up with a penalty then could have gone 2 up but for a poor finish/great save (delete as you find) and then we sat back. I was going to say we didn’t defend well but I’ll change that to we defended quite well considering the positions we took up. It is easy to look on and say we should push up or hold our line or stay goal side... the lads are what they are and all I ask for as a fan is 100% effort. If you are out of position or struggling then you need your mates to dig you out. We did that last night and that got us through. They were the better team in the first half, the last 20 mins especially and they got a penalty themselves and a strange sight as their keeper walked up and slotted coolly into the corner to make it 1-1. This prompted the twinkle toed Wayne Sleep right back to start mouthing over the the candy fans beside me on the terrace. “Git it up yay” was his cry and whilst I don’t mind any banter, it isn’t a wise move as a player to get involved with the opposition fans.. and so it proved. We started the second half well and after a Logie Lob rebounded off the bar, Wee Darn nodded into the empty net and the ground erupted. Posh people only use the downstairs loo for a Number 1, however this Wee Number 2 got some shite. He became the object of some hilarious stick which had them Rocking in the Roch aisles courtesy of John, the bespectacled barracker of fan engaging players. Not the first time this season but with a bigger audience his turn went down a treat with the Candy faithful. The fans were happy but nervous. It was a game where we knew a win would take us up and make us champions if Rossvale don’t win on Saturday, but I didn’t want to even think what a draw would do. A nervous final 20 mins mirrors the dimming light and as the long shadows of tension fade to the early dusk of realisation, Calm and Composed Candy Chaps in the defence show their green colours and head everything and clear everything and win everything. Tam Hanlon shows why when he screws the nut he is an invaluable piece of the Roch jigsaw, Big Bryson and Bull are excellent and Berto has the assurity you only seem to see with a cultured left footer. Kieron Daw leads the team terrier like and Rees does his bit in an unusual right side role. Darn scored and runs about busy and wee Ryan is his usual hard working self. Logie gets little joy but his goals have got us up. The subs come on and do their bit, Big Steph clears another 3 into the trees and breaks up play and stops move with clever fouls. Starkie is safe in goal but I saw an outstanding performance last night in my eyes. A player who looked Johnny Average to me earlier in the season but who I have saw over the last month turn in a standard of play that has delighted me and impressed immensely. Paul Tierney has held our team together in more games than I can remember. As a fellow member of the DCHS.. Dirty Centre Half Society.. I have been impressed by his talking and organisation skills, he never gets caught on the ball, he clears his lines, never gets caught on the wrong side, wins more headers than he should for someone his size and he manages the back 4 like an old chess master. When the shit is hitting the fan as a centre back the way you get through it is by staying calm and keeping your shape, winning your battles and clearing your lines and getting others to work. He does that, often under the average fans radar, but not mine. You have been an absolute credit to yourself young man.... The final whistle goes and the Candy players huddle and bounce, the fans rejoice and the management team embrace. The kids run onto the pitch and join in. How many of them in the years to come will remember the joy of last night? I walk round to get my auld man and he is smiling. I see Bertie Auld with teeth at least 70 years younger than he is and we share a picture. I say to Bertie “Cracking result. We battled hard” and he replied “You have to do that at all levels big man. You win nothing without heart”. It felt great to hear from the mouth of a legend a mantra I hold true. It takes more than being able to play well to be a good player. I congratulate the gaffer and the players and the staff as they walk off, green flares and fireworks going off all around us. The Rocket’s industrial sized rockets are sent skyward and explode to a load cheer from below and panic at Glasgow airport air traffic control. He is Candy, He don’t care. My auld man stumbles as we head back to the car.. he wouldn’t have been the only one staggering and stumbling as he left. We were promotion drunk and our usual 2 min walk to the car was 15 mins as we shook hands and walked the long long longer than usual way past the shrinking line of parked cars to mine, I got in and sat down. I dropped him off and collected mini me and got home and sat down. Mini me goes upstairs and I’m sat down, on my own, no noise and just my thoughts. My harbour from the choppy seas. The calm and safety and solitude of post football come down. I’ve gone from St James’ Park to StRochs and the Premier league to the Super League in 24 hours. A fan is a fan and a football fan am I. A Common Man, A Man For All Season. Who wants More? With the Candyman curtain call still ringing in my ears in the silence of my living room, All of the Stars are Fading Away and I take 10 minutes out and just sit. I sit and think and remember people who have coloured my life and who have engaged my mind and have inflamed my passions and earned my love this past season. It’s the football come down and I enjoy it. I enjoy the thoughts and feelings and noises and smells and hopes and dreams and joy and, in a strange way, the bad times. Only when you experience the lows can you truly appreciate the highs. Be it up or down, stormy or calm, good times or bad, you can be sure that this game will keep you right. You just have to let it in. Wow [emoji50] , who would have thought it eh? The Super League!! The Candy!! Our wee club representing us all, fighting for each other and the community and making a splash. Our club. All of us together. We should all be proud today..... The Roch is arriving and arising. The Candy’s going up! My Candy girl, you let me love you this season and I thank you. You shine a little love on my life. Mon the Candy! MTC! [emoji517][emoji460]️[emoji172][emoji106]
  9. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    Thank you for the kind words. I read that Talbot post again and felt again what I felt then... I shed a wee tear at the end. Powerful stuff, but that’s what football and friendship and love can do to you... if you let it. I am sure we will make new adventures and add them to the story bank next season. New grounds to visit, new fans to meet and new refs and players to give stick to. One thing is sure, we will give it all we have and I for one will enjoy the ride. I am sure every fan who follows or ever did follow the Candy is proud today. Not only that, for a community so often castigated and cast aside, the display of pride and passion and togetherness and Joy of The Candy on the faces last night of the 600 odd who attended was a heart filling proud moment for me. I have loads to write this afternoon and I’m looking forward to it. I normally just try to write a wee report on the day and it just goes on and on as I get carried away... let me warn you all now... I’m carried away.... to be continued.... MTC!
  10. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    “Soldier from the wars returning, Spoiler of the taken town, Here is ease that asks not earning; Turn you in and sit you down. Peace is come and wars are over, Welcome you and welcome all, While the charger crops the clover And his bridle hangs in stall. Now no more of winters biting, Filth in trench from tall to spring, Summers full of sweat and fighting For the Kesar or the King. Rest you, charger, rust you, bridle; Kings and kesars, keep your pay; Soldier, sit you down and idle At the inn of night for aye.” This season, the players, staff, committee and fans have been an absolute credit to the proud traditions of this great club. Rest now for next season and reflect and accept the praise. I know that football can sink you so when the good times come, and believe me they have arrived this evening, then soak it up, be proud and love it. These are the stories that you will tell forever. Congratulations to you all. Be proud... be very proud. Mon the Candy! MTC! [emoji517][emoji460]️[emoji172][emoji106]
  11. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    It was no surprise that William Wallace cried “Onward the brave”. You have to have belief and heart and desire and courage when you really want something and are ready to go into battle. If you want it then go and get it. “Courage isn’t the last resort In the work of life or the game of sport; It isn’t a thing that a man can call At some future time when he’s apt to fall; If he hasn’t it now, he will have it not When the strain is great and the pace is hot. For who would strive for a distant goal Must always have courage within his soul.” Our ability is evident and clear to see and we have shown recently a belief and desire and the courage to keep battling when things don’t go our way. It has taken us this far and I am sure it can take us to promotion. The same again tonight please lads. See you all there. Mon the Candy! MTC! [emoji517][emoji460]️[emoji172][emoji460]️
  12. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    “Your dreams never die. For dreams to be slaughtered the dreamers must stop dreaming” [Kinky Afro, 2018]
  13. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    It’s like I’m just waiting for the day to arrive. With no game tomorrow, a nervous wait for Monday ahead, and taking inspiration from the post above (class[emoji120]), I’m quoting and editing a wee piece I was reading... it felt apt... I used to read the evening times in my younger days.... The naked earth is warm with Spring, ⁠And with Candy green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's gaze glorying, ⁠And quivers in the sunny breeze; And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light, ⁠And a striving evermore for these; And he is here, who will not fight? ⁠And he who fights does so for us. The fighting man shall from the sun ⁠Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth; Speed with the light-foot winds to run, ⁠And with the trees to newer birth; And find, when fighting shall be done, ⁠Great rest, and fullness after victory. All the bright company of The Candy, ⁠Hold them in their high comradeship, The Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven, ⁠Orion's Belt and sworded hip. Our stars. The woodland trees that stand together, ⁠They stand tall and strong each one a friend; They gently speak in the windy weather; ⁠They guide to victory and the season's end. The kestrel hovering by day, ⁠And the little owls that call by night, Bid them be swift and keen as they, ⁠As keen of ear, as swift of sight. The fans sing to them, "Brothers, brothers, ⁠If this be the last song you shall sing, Sing well, for you may not sing another; Brothers, sing." In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours, ⁠Before the brazen frenzy starts, The fans are restless with nobler powers; ⁠O patient eyes, courageous hearts! And when the burning moment breaks, ⁠And all things else are out of mind, And only Joy-of-Battle takes ⁠Take us by the throat, and make us proud, Through joy and blindness we shall know, ⁠Not caring much to know, that still Nor lead nor steel shall reach us, so ⁠That it be not the Destined Will. The thundering line of battle stands, ⁠And in the air promotion moans and sings; But the day shall clasp us with strong hands, ⁠And night shall fold us in victorious soft wings. Rally true and prepare to fight, Victory is ours with fight and passion, Time to stand and be counted, Your place in history awaits. It really does feel a little like the calm before the big one. “Stay calm, composed, confident and focused and let your ability come out” would be my battle cry . The fans are most definitely behind the team and I can’t wait!! See you all there! Mon the Candy! MTC! [emoji517][emoji460]️[emoji172][emoji106]
  14. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    Great post Tam.... I remember that game at Perthshire last post season and the disappointment we all felt at falling Late to Larky. We have done well to recover from that and all credit to the gaffer for pushing us on from there. I’m glad you understand it Chris and it wasn’t just me, because some people think you are putting the boot in or having a go. I’ve been at those last 4 midweek games, I’ve been to as many games this season as work would allow and I could muster and sometimes I just took in the first half then had to head off. If I can’t get there I pray to ScottTheGodofTwitter and kick every ball and share every shout. We are as fans definitely battle weary and, perhaps because of that, we weren’t as jubilant as we have been. We left Forth on Monday with the Sun Shining and a SuperLeague world opening ahead of us and a match debating and hope filled journey of anticipation and excitement on the horizon. We left there last night wet and cold and strangely flat and the only appealing thing on the horizon was a warm cup of horlicks and a comfy bed. As we discussed a few weeks ago, not every meal will be Michelin star. As an end of match feeling, I didn’t even feel that we achieved packed lunch standard never mind chippy. Sometimes though we just need to refuel and when we do and we realise that next season we could be fine dining at the SuperLeague Supper Table then that is something to get your appetite raging and make you lick your lips. Waiter.......[emoji121]️I fully expect to be calling him over to the Candy table on Monday. I’m sure we will dine well... MTC! [emoji517][emoji460]️[emoji172][emoji106]
  15. St Roch's F.C. 2017-2018

    Feelings. Is it nothing more than Feelings? I want to put on record my thanks to the gaffer and all his backroom staff for everything they have done this season. Anyone who thinks managing a football team and being the central key man in a club is an easy thing has never done it for sure and they really have no idea. It is a constant round of introverted self analysis, late night ponderings and phone time that would leave you half deaf and cauliflower eared. To muster the troops and get a winning team on the pitch is masterful. To do it over the last 9 days and 4 away games and get 12 points and score 14 whilst only conceding 2 is outstanding. When that puts you into an almost guaranteed promotion position and potential championship winning position then it is even more incredible. What a week and a bit that was. We now have a few days to prepare for the last game which could immortalise this team and this gaffer in the proud history of our club. I really do think it is that big an achievement and I hope he accepts the praise that will rightly come his way. A huge travelling support is monitored from the far end by a half dozen cameras all positioned there courtesy of “ThorneyWidTV- Cummin in yer living room every night eftirr midnight” (Channel 9 something something). They saw some great goals (Special mention to big Gary Fallon who scored a cracker for TW) and some excellent performances last night from the Candy with Bryson and Tierney drawing special mention along with Rees and an invigorated Steph McDonald who scored one and was excellent up top and superb back in midfield after we went down to 10. He has certainly come onto a game at the right time. Well done big lad. Overall the team are a decent bunch, they can all play, but it takes more than being able to play good to be a good player in my eyes.... my eyes? Aye....my Feelings. If you have read anything I have written about the Candy games this season then you will realise that football to me is very rarely simply about the 11 vs 11. I very often forget the game quickly but remember what I felt. All the emotions and sounds and smells and banter and thoughts of the day combined with the 90 minutes leaves a stamp which embosses. When my angst and my paper is raised I can feel it like Braille and it is very very clear to me, but I accept to others it is invisible. My own football good news yesterday is shared with only a few but to say I am feeling proud and thrilled is an understatement. It makes me smile and as I drive to meet the bus, I really am looking forward to Thorney Wid and despite the traffic jams in town, I manage to get to our pick up point in the drive to pick up 3 points at 6pm. The bus is provided free of charge by the excellent St Roch’s 1920 Supporters Club who in their inaugural season have sold merchandise, provided 2 full first team kits, training kits and donated ££ cash to the club to assist with running costs. An outstanding effort by Mark and Chris and others and Candy Bucket Hats Off to them. Everything was all set......I thought I would have enjoyed it more last night though. It was quiet coming home on the bus despite our 3-1 victory and our almost guaranteed promotion. Three points at home on Monday night in our final game against last seasons nemesis Wishae Washae puts us top of the league and in situ champions and a gauntlet laid down to others to catch and pass us. I felt strangely flat, certainly reflective and perhaps a little bit sad as I beat myself up over my moroseness. Perhaps it was because it was a nervous end to an easy game? Perhaps it was because I saw battle from some and sloppy standards from others? Perhaps it was because I was suffering from the Enjoyment Ending Fatal Flaw, Footy Fatigue? I think it may have been a combination of them all and late last night, unlike my Twitter Trawlling on Tuesday At 1am, I wasn’t looking for Candy Chow. I was challenged by some Raucous Roch fans a few weeks ago when I wrote on here that a game I watched was poor poor fayre, so upset and amazed by this were they that they challenged me about some of the things I said. Well, no one will convince me that a miscreant’s behaviour is acceptable. No one will tell me that what I see with my own eyes is wrong. I have earned the right over the years to be unimpressed and after an entertaining 45 minutes when we could have scored 10 but ended up with 3 and 10 men, I found comfort in the shared anguish of some fellow fans who like me, despite the win and the underlying happiness with the victory left that rain sodden place, along a crumbling terrace and drab dank greyness thinking that like that ground, we had all seen better days..... I sat beside my auld man on the bus travelling back and he turned to me at one point and said “What was the score?” My heart sank. That was my Feeling. Perhaps that is why I Feel Flat and why this isn’t my normal high spirited and light hearted look at what was for most, a significant win and a great three points in a fairytale season. I am moving into a chapter of my football life that is exciting and challenging at the same time. Age comes to us all and we either deal with it or we don’t. It makes me think. We drive back to our Gordon’s Bar drop off and a collection for the driver interrupted my chat with a few Candy Fans and the chat was factual rather than fanciful and we promulgated permutations and our eventual finishing position. It wasn’t high spirited or jovial but more a tired matter of fact discussion. My Feeling is that Footy Fatigue has definitely set in. The one thing about fatigue is that it passes and I hope and expect and am sure that by Monday it will be hearts racing and passions inflamed and Fabulous Feelings Flourishing again as we try to mathematically ensure promotion. The players and fans deserve it and the club deserve it but I will be Glad for the GarnGad Gaffer. I wish the team and him well and will see you all there, hopefully I’ll be in better spirits. I saw and heard some things that made me smile and proud last night, other things that made my heart break and some things I didn’t like and some things that upset me. Standards and Feelings...It was a day of happiness and realisation and acceptance and unfashionable performances and opinions and outdated attitudes. I say outdated but perhaps childish and infantile is more appropriate. I am sure the 6 cameras of truth will have saw it. In football you have to maintain your standards and that means everyone connected with a club on the committee and management side, the playing side and the fan side. Whilst there is no question mark over the vast vast majority there is over some. Sometimes you only get one chance with someone and it is a long long road to turn it round. Some manage that and others are incapable of even realising where they are never mind trying to correct it. When you realise that then you are half way to accepting your place and your view of “The Game”. The Game of Football. The Game of Life. Where do you choose to be? What are you prepared to accept? I think that is what left me Feeling deflated last night. Iffy? What If? If? Pragmatism and blind acceptance are two different imposters and I never treat them the same. Does that make me a man my son? If only..... These are just my Feelings, Nothing more than Feelings, Trying to forget....... These are my Feelings of Love. Who ever said The Feeling of Love was ever going to be easy? Mon the Candy! MTC![emoji517][emoji172][emoji460]️[emoji106]
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