Ping Cane

Fair play, that's 3 times in a row you've put one over United at Upton
Park.

WHU are a fucking jinx on us.

 

'You', 'Us'? Do you two play for the teams then?

 

<VVBG>

 

Come on you Irons

 

Cane's a footballer now?


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You don't support any teams at all?

I thought a little Englander like you would at least have a soft spot
for the national cricket team.

 

oh, come on - supporting sports teams is hardly unusual, and the
accompanying parlance is common. it's not just football fans who do
it.

 

I was _shit_ at football at school but captained the rugby team for 5
years. Played number 8 as I was tall.

 

BTW, to save starting another "paging cane" thread: I only just got
your txt from a few days ago, as I had my personal phone turned off
(was on call between the 24th and today, so only carrying my business
phone).

I don't have an Asus laptop, so can't help I'm afraid.

 

No worries, sorted it now.

 

"" wrote:

No. I've always been more interested in motorsport than other forms
of sport, most of the latter being tediously boring to watch in the
extreme, but I don't feel the need to validate myself by identifying
myself with any particular team as "'mine", even ones those that I
followed the fortunes of. I'd go with Kipling - "you contented your
souls with flannelled fools at the wicket and the muddied oafs at the
goals".

 

I was so shit at football that after my first ever excursion wearing footie
boots and white shorts, I decided that come what may, I'd NEVER be seen
dressed like that, or play football again and I never bloody well have.

As for rugby, that just looked like communal attempted suicide, so I gave
that a miss too, but I was pretty hand at the swimming thing and represented
my school for a few years.

I've never supported any football team either.


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I was outstanding at rugby. I knew where the funny-shaped ball was at all
times, and stayed well away from it. There were a lot of big boys running
around covered with mud and jumping on each other, which no sane person
would want to get involved with. I could slip between these fools with
ease: they weren't interested in me, because I wasn't running after the
ball. In my entire (brief) rugby career, the only things that got muddy
were my boots.

That would be a shitload of alimony.

 

You're odd. Without a doubt, rugby provided all the highlights of my
senior school sentence. Except for when I was playing cricket.
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The odd thing is that my experience of rugby was almost exactly the same
as Platy but I enjoyed it. Then again I played on the wing in the Good
Old Days when we weren't actually allowed to touch the ball, except at
throw ins.

 

Oh, I've played cricket too. In school, I was handed a big lump of wood
with a handle on the end and sent off to stand in the middle of a field.
Then somebody threw a ball in my general direction, and then people shouted
at me and told me to go away.

About twenty years later, I got volunteered to play for the flying club at
Popham - they'd closed the main runway for the game - and, uncannily,
/exactly the same thing happened/. Spooky or what?

I'll never understand cricket.

 

Not exactly, that pretty much sums up about half of my innings over a
thirty year "career".

Heathen.
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I understand about sticks and throwing things at people, but why did they
say they would give me a duck if I went away? Not that they did, the
bastards.

 

My kind of thinking there.

I don't believe mine got muddy at all, but they sure as hell got dusty
living (as they did) in the shed.

S'only money.


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We're the bastard twins of the non sportster. The only time I ever played
cricket was on the field outside my house with my next door neighbours. (I
was a kid at the time).

The other kids dad was an avid cricketer and I was sort of roped in to make
up the numbers. I bowled the older of the kids out with my first ever
launch, (and last too as it turned out) at which point he spit the dummy and
screamed something along the lines of it being "My ball and I'm leaving"
Well he left pretty quickly but without his ball, so in an effort to correct
that mistake, I made my 2nd ever ball launch and got the silly fucker right
on the back of his head. He dropped like a sack of fucking spuds and I was
almost as stunned at my accuracy and power.

Not for long though as his old man came charging after me with murder in his
eyes, so I took flight in the direction of home which thankfully, was only a
few yards away. I bolted into the kitchen and "Billy boy" (the dad) bolted
in after me. What he hadn't factored into his equation though was the fact
that MY dad had seen everything from the front window and was in the kitchen
before either of us. I ducked under my old fella's arm, but Bill didn't. He
made direct contact with the end of my dad's arm and dropped like a sack of
fucking spuds. I think my dad may have moved his arm forwards as Bill came
close though, but he always was a bit of a ****

All in all, it was a bloody entertaining afternoon.

Nor me, but I don't think it's supposed to end in tears, sore heads and
broken noses.

I never bothered playing that game again either.


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