It’s a bit weird how, having lost in such an agonising way (although I can’t see us having won on penalties - well documented issues taking them, and for all he is an utter legend, Platty’s record doesn’t stack up brilliantly) it feels like such a positive day for the club.
Other showcase occasions have in many ways been a bit of a let down - Stourbr*dge at home last year was poor both performance and atmosphere wise (away was sensational in fairness, but I suspect not many to convert from that crowd) while the play offs were not exactly action packed the season before. However, you couldn’t be in that crowd yesterday and not think ‘I want some more of this’.
Chuck in the fact we must have made plenty of cash from it, and it’s as happy as you can be with a loss!
Kiddy Updates
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Re: Kiddy Updates
As a tin lid for the Kiddy clash, have a thing wot I wrote for yesterday's programme.
Kiddy Monstered?
The biggest game since, err, the last one, and we have key suspensions! But, I understand that they’re also without Paul Casey, Micky Tuohy and “Ocker” Davies, so you never know….
Whither the cycling track? And very whither the famous soup and shepherd’s pies?
But, as ever with my “style” the “joy” is in the journey not the detail, so I’ll skip 500 miles east to Dusseldorf and start the ramble with a hungover journey to our Worcestershire cousins.
An easy trip down the A456 for most but I chose the less trodden path. Via Nord Rhein Westfalen, a night at the NEC and an afternoon drinking, or rather trying to, in Solihull. Almost no pubs! Just a ‘Spoons and a Waitrose (obvs).
Finally, diving out of England’s town-furthest-from-the-coast, into to a sea of Yeltzmen.
Started to feel real when just about managing 3rd gear past the Hagley Monument (who said it was, “Stuck up and good for nothing”? Certainly not Adrian Chiles) and on to see if we could bear with the Pears.
Blue and White everywhere in a land invasion, starting at the Land Oak. Parked up with the ‘spotters, sorry, “railway enthusiasts” at SVR and was serenaded down the hill by our very own “ethanol enthusiasts”.
A short, “Old Man Shakes Fist At Cloud” interlude. Large numbers of young ‘uns, whose Yeltz authenticity was only matched by the authenticity of the Madri that they were chugging, regaled the Saturday shoppers with songs. 90% of which were sweary abuse at Kidderminster, the team, the town and oh-so original ditties about their family habits. It never happened in my day. Genuinely. When a callow version of the Methuselah that you read before you was up to it, it was 90% positive and 100% yampy songs only.
Mind you, in my day, ‘round Kiddy, it was all fields. Oh.
But, Old Gittery notwithstanding, he pointed us to a decent independent boozer and, despite the fact that they’ve just opened a branch in Stourbr*dge, we risked it The excellent ale made up for the tedious accompaniment.
The pies in the pub looked pretty healthy but the surface at least was going to be greasy. ‘Ommucked it down, reducing to drizzle as we wended our way through the alleyways of the new-builds to the ground. Like visitors to my Leeds neo-neighbours, we might never make the station if it went wobbly and the scythes came out. But it was good-natured and we shuffled in.
It was a Victoria’s Secret of an away end. Packed. Supportive. Bouncy. And full of.. Ok, maybe not, but it was no secret that our hosts were faster, slicker and sharper than us.
Hmm. We might get splendidly-coated here, or that could have just been me in my Brintons offcut. But the collar and the tide turned. We’re in this. That bloke who used to play in goal for Man City was sold short and, in a trip around West Yorks, Ponti was aWakey to it and we’re one up. (A joke solely for me.)
They came at us but we stood firm, Wynter was coming for everything and maybe we could hold on in the game before everyone went to the thrones. But we didn’t.
Neither my bladder nor our defence lasted out until halftime, and they got a deserved leveller. But, there’s more than one way of life, and Ponts was in again – Whack! Yes! Boing! No! and the ball came off the inside of the post straight back to the veteran ‘keeper. And yes, despite him being in his fourth decade, I worked out that he was in fact the son of the father. No doubt he’ll Chicory-tip the ball around the post later. Groan.
Soupless optimism though, and as they used to, we ploughed on.
Countless interceptions and tackles from our peerless back five, then a good 15 mins of pressure from the blue boys.
Could we? Well, nearly. Just as we were contemplating “pelanties” (sic) the damn finally broke. Cross from the left, great point-blanker from Platty but the rebound dropped to an oft-spotted red and whiter Harrier, he tucked it away and the Conference Pears were just too good. But only just.
A couple of Hail Marys and a nosebleed for Platty but it wasn’t to be.
Great ovation from our excellent support, 1400 plus, only bested by a couple of Scottish away supports in the whole of the UK, and we were heading back downhill. But only physically to the railway yard. Lots of points on display, and I’m siding with Russ to keep us on track in the league.
Final word to the post-match interview with Quentin Crisp on their YouTube. He claimed that Russ, “showed a pair of gonads to get up in my face”. I must have missed that in the gloom.
But that was the only gloom on display. Despite the lack of the old tunes from the faithful, I think that our post-Kidderminster meadow might just be starting to have a bit of a bright golden haze.
YeltzDoc
Kiddy Monstered?
The biggest game since, err, the last one, and we have key suspensions! But, I understand that they’re also without Paul Casey, Micky Tuohy and “Ocker” Davies, so you never know….
Whither the cycling track? And very whither the famous soup and shepherd’s pies?
But, as ever with my “style” the “joy” is in the journey not the detail, so I’ll skip 500 miles east to Dusseldorf and start the ramble with a hungover journey to our Worcestershire cousins.
An easy trip down the A456 for most but I chose the less trodden path. Via Nord Rhein Westfalen, a night at the NEC and an afternoon drinking, or rather trying to, in Solihull. Almost no pubs! Just a ‘Spoons and a Waitrose (obvs).
Finally, diving out of England’s town-furthest-from-the-coast, into to a sea of Yeltzmen.
Started to feel real when just about managing 3rd gear past the Hagley Monument (who said it was, “Stuck up and good for nothing”? Certainly not Adrian Chiles) and on to see if we could bear with the Pears.
Blue and White everywhere in a land invasion, starting at the Land Oak. Parked up with the ‘spotters, sorry, “railway enthusiasts” at SVR and was serenaded down the hill by our very own “ethanol enthusiasts”.
A short, “Old Man Shakes Fist At Cloud” interlude. Large numbers of young ‘uns, whose Yeltz authenticity was only matched by the authenticity of the Madri that they were chugging, regaled the Saturday shoppers with songs. 90% of which were sweary abuse at Kidderminster, the team, the town and oh-so original ditties about their family habits. It never happened in my day. Genuinely. When a callow version of the Methuselah that you read before you was up to it, it was 90% positive and 100% yampy songs only.
Mind you, in my day, ‘round Kiddy, it was all fields. Oh.
But, Old Gittery notwithstanding, he pointed us to a decent independent boozer and, despite the fact that they’ve just opened a branch in Stourbr*dge, we risked it The excellent ale made up for the tedious accompaniment.
The pies in the pub looked pretty healthy but the surface at least was going to be greasy. ‘Ommucked it down, reducing to drizzle as we wended our way through the alleyways of the new-builds to the ground. Like visitors to my Leeds neo-neighbours, we might never make the station if it went wobbly and the scythes came out. But it was good-natured and we shuffled in.
It was a Victoria’s Secret of an away end. Packed. Supportive. Bouncy. And full of.. Ok, maybe not, but it was no secret that our hosts were faster, slicker and sharper than us.
Hmm. We might get splendidly-coated here, or that could have just been me in my Brintons offcut. But the collar and the tide turned. We’re in this. That bloke who used to play in goal for Man City was sold short and, in a trip around West Yorks, Ponti was aWakey to it and we’re one up. (A joke solely for me.)
They came at us but we stood firm, Wynter was coming for everything and maybe we could hold on in the game before everyone went to the thrones. But we didn’t.
Neither my bladder nor our defence lasted out until halftime, and they got a deserved leveller. But, there’s more than one way of life, and Ponts was in again – Whack! Yes! Boing! No! and the ball came off the inside of the post straight back to the veteran ‘keeper. And yes, despite him being in his fourth decade, I worked out that he was in fact the son of the father. No doubt he’ll Chicory-tip the ball around the post later. Groan.
Soupless optimism though, and as they used to, we ploughed on.
Countless interceptions and tackles from our peerless back five, then a good 15 mins of pressure from the blue boys.
Could we? Well, nearly. Just as we were contemplating “pelanties” (sic) the damn finally broke. Cross from the left, great point-blanker from Platty but the rebound dropped to an oft-spotted red and whiter Harrier, he tucked it away and the Conference Pears were just too good. But only just.
A couple of Hail Marys and a nosebleed for Platty but it wasn’t to be.
Great ovation from our excellent support, 1400 plus, only bested by a couple of Scottish away supports in the whole of the UK, and we were heading back downhill. But only physically to the railway yard. Lots of points on display, and I’m siding with Russ to keep us on track in the league.
Final word to the post-match interview with Quentin Crisp on their YouTube. He claimed that Russ, “showed a pair of gonads to get up in my face”. I must have missed that in the gloom.
But that was the only gloom on display. Despite the lack of the old tunes from the faithful, I think that our post-Kidderminster meadow might just be starting to have a bit of a bright golden haze.
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Re: Kiddy Updates
Superb, Doc. Perfectly captured - I could almost feel the cold drizzle down the back of neck reading it back.
Disgraceful oversight of something something about us taking the Leeds in your West Yorkshire section. Or is that the city that shall not be mentioned? (Lest your wallet seal shut, your kestrel get killed, etc)
Disgraceful oversight of something something about us taking the Leeds in your West Yorkshire section. Or is that the city that shall not be mentioned? (Lest your wallet seal shut, your kestrel get killed, etc)
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Damn, should have included.
I did consider commenting on the local bovine getting her udders feeled, but it seemed a bit much, even for me.
I did consider commenting on the local bovine getting her udders feeled, but it seemed a bit much, even for me.