Email to:Socceroos v Ghana: Hec’s Etiquette!
As usual – when something huge is on the national agenda – I spoke to Hec In Heaven 3am, today.
He was circumspect:
‘Look KJ, ya know I HATE soccer but a team is a team – and if the Socceroos are all we’ve got goin’ around at midnight, there’s a couple of points I’d like to make, particularly for people still lucky enough to be LIVING in Australia….’
It was then that Hec passed on his FIVE ‘non negotiables’ for your midnight viewing. Got a pen and paper?
(1) NO alcoholic beverages to be taken after 6pm, NONE. ‘Because IT’S a depressant and when the Socceroos go down 5-nil you don’t wanna be running around the neighbourhood at 2am kickin’ at nothin’ in particular, bawlin’ like a baby.’
(2) NO matter what happens, don’t put s**** on Mr Verbeek. ‘He may be tiltin’ at windmills but he’s just doin’ his job. Give him a go. Remember, he’s NOT responsible for the running sore that is Kewell’s groin.’
(3) KEEP your strength up. ‘The word Up Here is that Ghana’s national dish is ground peanut stew. As a gesture of true mateship, I’d like to see a big pot of ground peanut stew bubblin’ away on every Australian stove tonight.’
(4) BUNG ON ‘Breaker Morant’ for the pre-match entertainment. ‘Just to remind yourself about a bloke who really gave it a red hot go in South Africa.’
(5) DON’T put s*** on the Socceroos. ‘When they lose, fall down on the shagpile and FEEL their pain. Writhe. Cuss. Not against the Socceroos, but on their behalf. But rest assured you’ll start to feel better by Thursday. I know I did when the Leeton Redlegs lost. Friday at the latest.’
SOCCEROOS: DISGRACEFUL REPORTAGE.
Readers to kerriejean.com know that I abhor soccer.
HOWEVER, I do know a bit about what it’s like to really love a team.
AND with all great love comes great responsibilities. The greatest of them all?
Never, NEVER EVER put s**** on your team.
*I’ll never forget where I was when I first heard Hec sing this - my bouncenette:
Rock-a-bye KJ, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
(And if KJ puts s**** on her own team)
The cradle will fall
And down will come KJ, cradle and all …
And so it was, with mounting red hot anger, I scanned the coverage of the Socceroos 4-0 loss against Germany.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is what happened in Durban.
The powerhouse that is the German soccer team (as expected) trounced Australia. The Socceroos (as expected) played their hearts out but (as expected) lost to a far, far better outfit. Outclassed. Fullstop.
Instead, what did I read?
All about the utter disgrace the Socceroos heaped on you, me and every other man, woman and child who, until 6am today, were proud to call themselves Australian.
…Then there was the gross negligence and malicious intent of coach Pim Verbeek - he dudded us. He had Australia’s most celebrated groin at his disposal - and he did nothin’ with it.
Also among the carnage, a dudded Tim Cahill, dudded hypothermia-stricken ‘fans’ at Darling Harbour and Southbank demanding bus ticket refunds to flee at half-time and an ‘up yours’/we was dudded run on cancellations at Luftansa offices Australia wide.
But the most disturbing, utterly immature report of them all?
…That the Socceroos had OWNED UP to the ‘Durban Disaster’.
Did I miss something?
I certainly don’t recall a post-match media conference at which Lucas Neill refused to confirm the Socceroos had been thrashed by Germany – only coming clean after repeated questioning by Australian soccer reporters.
Hec had NO time for soccer either.
But I’m glad he’s NOT around to see the vindictive twaddle that today passed for sports reporting.
So, for the little time the Socceroos have left in South Africa, please remember:
Do NOT put s**** on your team.
[Unless, of course, someone in it is keeping details of the real extent of a crippling groin injury secret - and they have NO intention of playing]
*Now, read on for some more uplifting material……..
Do tell me this……
When will your hypocrisy, your blatant stupidity, your gross display of faux Nationalism STOP?
…..I swear to God I CANNOT guarantee your personal safety to if I hear you squawk one more time with mock grimace:
Just like they did at Gallipoli we’re ALL getting up at 4am tomorrow…..
The truth, please?
Soccer, on the scale of sporting excitement, rates somewhere between speed croquet and the walking heats at the Olympics.
If it wasn’t for the running sore that has been Harry K’s tragic groin, I doubt you’d even know ‘we’ were in Joburg.
Hec, long passed and past president of the (also deceased) Mighty Leeton Demons, was dead right. It disgusted him to see grown men dancing with balls on the tips of their toes.
(Cr: Zoonabar: flickr)
Hec demanded brave men dare grab the ball with their hands and belt it high in the air. Then having big and bloodied farmers, reckless apprentice plumbers and gifted juvenile delinquents prepared to die in pursuit of it, again with nothing at their disposal but bare hands - and the secret weapon of choice for every real Demon….
Hec liked nothing better than to see an opponent prostrate, writhing in semi-conscious agony after being beaten to a mark by a rampaging Demon’s elbow.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is real footy – played to this day by real men - on beautifully manicured claypans – throughout regional Australia.
*A highlight of my recent freebie (sorry, assignment) to the Riverina was a visit to the famous Ganmain Pie Shop where I purchased a limited edition 591-page almanac, ‘History Of The South West District League 1913-81: including Ganmain Football Club’, by Mr Ged Guthrie.
It has proven the best $25 (half price) I’ve ever spent.
Mr Guthrie’s a great guy. To quote:
‘Ged is not a sporting hero, hasn’t survived a highly publicised tragedy, he is not a former Prime Minister…….he just has a passion for local football.’
I forgive Mr Guthrie for concentrating on Ganmain.
It was, afterall, the home of the most powerful, feared Groin Dynasty ever seen in the South West League – The Carrolls.
For example, records from the Ganmain presentation night September, 16th, 1960 - at the Ganmain Hall - show that Tommy Carroll was best and fairest groin, the best and fairest groin in the finals series and the leading groin goal kicker.
Centreman, Garry Carroll was runner up, best and fairest groin.
Mick Carroll was the most consistent groin and Des Carroll, best all-round groin.
Over the decades, members of the Carroll Groin Dynasty have also distinguished themselves on frontlines in Melbourne – James Carroll (Carlton), Laurie Carroll (St Kilda), Tom Carroll (Carlton) and Wayne Carroll (South Melbourne).
*Hec’s language at Leeton v Ganmain games was - to say the least – confronting. But to this day I’m sure he had nothing but respect for the Carroll Groin Dynasty.
Ed’s note: The Carroll Groin Dynasty is also famous for producing the youngest ever (at 38) Bishop of the Wagga Wagga Diocese, Francis Carroll.
So, enjoy yourselves in front of the telly at 4am, tomorrow.
My prediction?
Australia, 2 – Germany – nil - IF Harry’s groin goes the distance……..
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**Well, well, well – lots to talk about this week. If you don’t mind, I’d love to here your views on the Socceroos and the most drawn out comp since the Siege of Leningrad. As you know, I’m very broad minded so feel free to tell me you ARE getting up at 4am – and it’s your most exciting prospect for yonks.
On the other hand, if you have NO time for regional Australian Rules Football I’d suggest that kerriejean.com is probably not the place for you……there are many other on-line communities to explore and I’d be ever so grateful if you did just that.
And, as usual, would love to know what’s going on (non World Cup) in your life. Except if things are so bad I’ll worry and sleep won’t come and I’ll find myself in front of the television at 4am watching grown men dancing with balls on the tips of their toes.
Just click on the ‘comment’ thingo and follow the simple instructions. The place to write your gems is at the bottom of the last published comment. *A little bit of counsel for people new to this caper. Your email (just called ‘mail’ in this case) address does NOT come up on site. And just ignore the URL thingo.
Prawn Cutlet Award
June 13th, 2010 at 4:02 pm
Speaking of the mighty Crows (formerly known as the Mighty Redlegs and the Notorious Tigers) – I see that a young product of that club, with the very Leeton surname of Aylett, has covered himself and the town in glory by being signed as one of the foundation players for the new Greater Western Sydney AFL enterprise.
The GWS ‘franchise’ is a horrible idea, and don’t get me started on the head coach/chief snake oil salesman Kevin Sheedy, but fair shake of the sauce bottle to the young man – he’s done superbly well to crack the big time.
Dear Roma Street,
Great to hear from you again……..
Yes, it’s always good when a town covers itself in glory – one of Leeton’s most endearing habits.
NOW – what’s all this about Mr Sheedy? From where I sit he’s been a brilliant ambassador for the only game in town and I for one am looking forward to seeing what develops out west (may every cross bar turn into four uprights by the year 2020…)
I do know that you’re a Yanco-Wamoon LEAGUE supporter so perhaps your views are not surprising……
* But please, PLEASE tell me Roma Street that you’re not right turning in, in preparation for a 4am start, tomorrow?
KJ.
June 13th, 2010 at 4:42 pm
The Seekers may have split up – but do the Carroll Groiners still perform?
Dear The Dude,
Of course. They have no plans for retirement. KJ.
June 13th, 2010 at 5:56 pm
Perhaps it was the absinthe drinking – or the sudden Trans Fat Fire – that stimulated Peter O’Toole’s sudden burst into iambic pentameter in Art’s Bar & Grill, Leeton.
Leeton Fire Brigade:
Smash that door in! Hose down those absinthe drinkers! They’re highly flammable! Smash those glasses of high octane fuel! Water that drink-sodden wretch with the Trinity scarf! Remove those charred burgers in the interests of pubic, sorry, public, safety.
O’Toole, strumming lyre:
O Troy thou burneth for a Boy,
The beauteous Poly Filla,
That comely warrior, Ganmain-born,
Yet of noble Carroll stock, whom…….
Gray-eyed Athena hath smiled upon.
Leeton Fire Brigade:
Smash those things before they catch fire. Is ‘The Irrigator’ reporter here?
O’Toole:
O Troy, which gave all of us the Imperial Measure,
And measureth its Treasure….
In pennyweights, ounces, pounds, pints and gallons,
That had a certain je ne sais quois.
Then sing, O Muses, in noble avoirdupois,
Not in Latin but in pounds and l.s.d.
God curse the Latins and their metric bees,
Come drink with me, noble Annnus and Poly Filla,
Before Annnus goes to foundeth Rome…..
His name misspelled for a pious History,
O Leetonia, this Vale of Tears, I weep and sing, weep and sing…..
For you, land of Heroes and Affectionate Athletes.
The Ginger Man:
It’s Bar & Grill, Peter. Not Bard & Grill.
O’Toole:
My kingdom for a horse!
Leeton Fire Brigade:
Shuddup!
O’Toole:
Saddle yon braying ass!
(Where was I?)
……Like noble Helen, fairest of all fair, KJ began this war,
Between all men of affectionate persuasion,
Wise Odysseus could do naught to prevent
The bellicose rantings of the Griffith warriors.
(While Spartans of Leeton combed their hair,
And told their mothers they would return with their Shield)
Leeton Fire Brigade:
Either shut that bastard up….or we will.
O’Toole:
What Barbarian doth dare to speak to Nero of Narrandera?
Cut off his lips and tongue! I am singing of the Burning of Troy.
The Ginger Man:
And of Art’s Bar and Grill, a Trans Fat Fire that bodeth ill.
To be continued.
June 13th, 2010 at 6:51 pm
You wouldn’t be poo pooing the excitement of the round ball game if you’d been at the under 12’s this morning.
The referee told the team manager (a single mother of two boys) that her hair was out of control….
Blonde, beautiful and six inches taller than the level of his moustache she kept her cool.
YES, I will be watching- and wonder what further world cup madness will exhibit itself here on our tender fields over the coming weeks.
Please report any of your own incidents or observations.
Dear Greek and loving it,
Anyone who holds a position of authority in a sporting club (man or woman) turning up on match day with out of control hair should be disciplined.
The fact that the manager is ‘blonde and beautiful’ is NO excuse. I was once ‘blonde and passable’ – and people always commented on MY impeccable grooming at local Mighty Demons’ fixtures. KJ.
June 13th, 2010 at 8:51 pm
Came downstairs as an Act Of Courage.
When I eventully venture out it will be to play American football.
In the meantime, back upstairs to the man-eatin’ doona.
Dear The Knuckle,
You must never lie to your on-line community, NEVER. KJ.
June 14th, 2010 at 9:12 am
KJ – Messrs Kruse, Ross and Lyons (or modern day equivalents) over their 7oz glasses of Reschs in the Wade may well agree with your thesis on footy codes. As may Messrs Arnold, Alberty, Outten, Watson and Freddie Robbie over their schooners of New in the Hydro and in the Yanco Hotel.
But whether it woud carry as much weight with Signores Senti, Trifogli, Papasidero and Mandaglio in the Mia Social Club is more problematic.
Then again, I suspect the atmosphere at the Mia is pretty leaden about now.
At least they still have the Azzurri to pin their hopes on.
Dear Roma Street,
Point taken…..
But (unfortunately) there’s not much atmosphere of any kind left at the Mia Sports & Social Club (Racecourse Rd, Leeton) because it’s been closed – for some years now, I believe.
It WAS a centre of excellence for bocce – the Italian equivalent of bowls.
KJ.
June 14th, 2010 at 11:38 am
WWII League Deutschland 0, Australia 2.
WC: Australia 0, Deutschland 4.
June 14th, 2010 at 3:07 pm
O’Toole took a sip of unburned absinthe and glared at the Leeton Firemen busily chopping down the Art’s Bar & Grill pool table.
Destroyers of most noble Troy, all hail!
(Chief Fire Officer) Is this bloke for real? Check the nuthouses….
O ye of little faith!
When Annnus arriveth to found the Eternal City, a new Era will be spawned and Leetonian culture will live forever, perpetually in remembrance of the comely Polly Filla…….
Future Muses will also sing of the Mighty Hector and his search for the Ring.
(Chief Fire Officer) Come on, we’re on overtime.
To be continued.
June 14th, 2010 at 3:22 pm
This fire has the name Dame written all over it. A Master Race Dame.
This case has ‘D’ for Dame and ‘D’ for Deutschland written all over it.
Take those matches down to Forensic……
To be continued.
June 14th, 2010 at 6:10 pm
KJ – far be it from me etc, especially when you’re just back from a fact-finding mission to the area, but I’m not sure that’s right about the Mia Club.
Gee Roma Street,
I do hope I’ve not broken Hec’s OTHER Golden Rule:
DO NOT go off half-cocked……
I did make a call about the Mia Club – was told that ’someone had a function there recently’ but brought in their own caterers, hired the facility etc.
It is also true that Leeton United is still based at the club.
BUT, I don’t think it runs like it used to – ie I could arrive as a paying member of the public and partake of the ‘all you can eat’ spaghetti menu.
KJ.
June 15th, 2010 at 12:38 am
Enough of this negativity!
It was a great result.
This is how to write sports news:
http://www.abc.net.au/unleashed/stories/s2926445.htm
Dear Chadwick,
Yes! And HG has followed to the letter Hec’s Golden Rule – and everyone repeat after me – Do NOT put s**** on your own team. NEVER, EVER!
Congrats also go to HG and Roy for their Queen’s Birthday gongs – for services to never, ever putting s**** on their own team. KJ.
June 15th, 2010 at 12:41 pm
How wonderfully affirming, this morning, to hear HG Nelson tell Fran Kelly that he’s put his house on an Australian World Cup competition win!
That’s the kind of spirit we need around here!
Can’t say I noticed too much activity happening around the Mia Club over the weekend, either. With or without the Azzurri playing . . . Then again, like you KJ, I’d been led to believe that the place was no longer operating commercially.
So . . . who’s our next WC opponent . . . ? Ghana . . . Serbia . . . ?
Pussy-cats!
Dear Palm Avenue,
Our next opportunity to NOT put s**** on our own team will come when we meet Ghana.
My research – compliments of Wiki tells me:
‘According to the 2009 Failed States Index, Ghana is ranked the 53rd least failed state in the world and the second least failed state in Africa after Mauritius. Ghana ranked 124th out of 177 countries on the index.’
As you are well aware – as from 6am yesterday – Australia is ranked 1st as ‘the most failed state in the world’.
So – from where Hec and me sit – we’re in a very, very comfortable possie indeed.
KJ.
June 15th, 2010 at 12:44 pm
Ah ha, KJ – I’m not sure myself whether it is still a ’stand-alone’ club a la the Soldiers, but I did know that it still existed because I read in The Irrigator that they held a reception for the visiting Tidy Towns delegation there…
If a joint is worthy of receiving the TT people, it is nothing short of crowning glory material.
I am old enough to remember when the soccer club was based at the rather less salubrious ‘facilities’ (tuck shop and dunny) at No. 2 oval.
The old hockey fields – with adjoining Mia club – is certainly several steps up from that.
Dear Roma Street,
And ‘Ah Ha’ right back at you.
I think we’re really getting close to the truth here.
I believe the function I heard about (’outside’ caterers) may have very well been the Tidy Towns delegation.
PARTICULARLY when my sources said that the waiting staff reported they collected the cleanest, tidiest plates they’d ever encountered.
*See also comments from Palm Avenue – he’s ‘on site’ and absolutely objective. KJ.
June 15th, 2010 at 1:14 pm
It was not Leeton Fire Brigade’s finest hour when officers filled a tub of water from a fire hose and dumped my friend Peter O’Toole into it right in the middle of his discourse.
But Peter was undeterred in his oration:
….Let water nymphs and comely Hydrophonia with her golden flute delight the company (gurgle) while noble Troy offers itself as a burned offering to the immortal (bubbbbbble) Gods while I, Regent of the Riverina, (gulp) Nero of Narrandera (splash, splash) do placate the Muses with my sacred verses…. (blobbbbbblllll)
Leeton Fire Brigade Captain: Drown the silly bastard!
To be continued.
June 16th, 2010 at 12:09 am
The trouble really began before the crowd and the giant television screen erected for a Leeton populace – most of whom had never seen a soccer game in their lives.
The sight of O’Toole in his purple-fringed Imperial toga blocking the screen and action in the centre stage sent the mob into a fury.
Peter was still in his declamatory mode:
‘O Serbia land of slaves that did dread a Legion’s deadly tread desist before the gallant Antipodean host as we cry havoc and set loose the dogs of war and immortal Mars strikes and Nike, the comely god of Victory, captures all with net and trident.’
The crowd: Who is this bastard? Is he from Griffith?
To be continued.
June 16th, 2010 at 7:04 am
Hi,
You are so right about negativity KJ.
I know what it’s like to have everyone love you, and then suddenly, FOR NO APPARENT REASON,
turn on you, abandon you, abuse you…so much that even your best friend (in my case Abby) appears to be shunning you.
HOWEVER,
Can I just say,
That football, like politics is a team game, and it’s extremely important that the whole team/country – including our appallingly disloyal media – get right behind the lads.
As a wise man once said – one bad result/poor opinion poll – is NO reason for bringing down the leader – personally I don’t think Red is ready to play centre forward…..
As I say to her privately – this game is about more than changing your hairstyle everyday!
Your patriotic sentiments have been noted KJ – and – as long as yours truly is still occupying the Lodge this time next year, don’t be surprised if you pick up a gong in Lizzie’s Honour’s List (for services to positivity).
The Rev Aussie Aussie Aussie Kevvie Kevvie Kevvie Kev.
PS. I’m thinking of flying out to S.Africa to address the Floperoos before their next crucial match – I think it might help, don’t you? I remember Littly Johnny used to spend a lot of time hanging around the dresssing sheds & it never seemed to do him any harm.
Dear The Rev Kev,
STAY PUT!
The last thing our brave boys need pre-match is to have you, dressed in terry towelling robe, lecturing them about leadership.
*You may be interested to know I did some of my own internal polling on my recent whistle stop tour to the safe National’s seat of Riverina.
The general consensus: You’re gawn, gawn, GAWN…….
I am predicting Julia will have your job before we know the winner of the World Cup.
And I have been told by impeccable sources that on Spill Day 2010, special AFP crack swearing units will be rushed to Parliament House.
Have a f******* great day. KJ.
June 16th, 2010 at 11:57 am
As we ran towards the outskirts of Leeton with the mob hot on our heels O’Toole immediately compared his sprint with Atalanta, the famous virgin of Greek mythology.
‘A husband will be your bane, O Atalanta; flee from the intercourse of husband; and yet you will not flee, and, though living, you will lose yourself.’
Peter…..that’s Ovid quoting the Oracle.
‘Indeed, but it is the best I can do under the circumstances….
‘I shall have to stop these hooligans, most of them called Carroll or Ross with a sharp rejoinder, thus:
‘Halt ye Persians. Like Leonidas at Thermopylae I stand unflinching, ready to die, and though a Spartan I am prepared to fall for Athens. Desist, while I do play my lyre and prepareth for the funeral pyre.’
The mob took no notice, but ran right over the top of us.
A very fit bunch.
Must be all that Australian Rules training….
Worst injuries I have had since I played for Cork against Kerry, those thin-hipped, gombeen men who climb on pub roofs because someone told them drinks are on the house and yet are splendid at the hurling and good on the fiddle.
Afterwards we repaired to Art’s Bar & Grill for recovery.
Said Peter O’Toole:
That was marvellous. Simply bloody marvellous!
June 16th, 2010 at 12:57 pm
I also visited Leeton last weekend and happened to drive past the Mia Social Club. There was no activity but it did seem well maintained and occupied at least on a part-time basis.
Roma Street’s mention of soccer being played on no 2 oval reminded me of my short lived soccer career in Leeton….
A few decades ago I caused the principal of the College some consternation by defecting from his Under 15 rugby league squad to train with a fledgling College soccer team. Like Hec, he had no time for soccer.
When he discovered my defection he called me over to the rugby training field and subjected me to an inquisition that would have done justice to a 15th century Dominican friar….
I probably would have sought absolution on the spot if there had been a priest within coo-ee or Hec had been there but I stood my ground and went back to soccer training.
The competition was played on Saturday afternoons on No 2 oval.
Unfortunately the college’s team of soccer novices were totally outclassed by a Leeton High team who had an import from Sydney who had played soccer all his life.
Seeing the German midfielders dance through the Socceroo defence on Monday morning brought back the horror of watching this bloke regularly scoring ten goals against us before the opposing coach applied the mercy rule and subbed him.
Having this first hand experience of how soccer catastrophes go I have to agree with HG. The Socceroos put up a magnificent performance to avoid the 10 nil shellacking that was imminent after the first two German goals.
Dear Old College Day Bum,
I ask you – just who HASN’T been in Leeton the last couple of weeks?
Just for starters, you, me, Barnaby Joyce (speaking on water), the Narrandera-Imperial-Eagles footy team, Wagga Wagga Highway Patrol…..the list goes on……(I’ll send it to Tourism big wig Mr Brent Lawrence for his records).
NOW, two ‘incomprehensibles’ in your missive…….
You were playing LEAGUE when you made the switch to SOCCER.
You must have been a very disturbed teenager – desperate to fit in but NOT having a clue on how to go about it (And please, PLEASE don’t tell me you also tried the risible non-spectacle that is Rugby Union….)
I swear to God – if you’d picked Aussie Rules from the start you would have gone onto a stellar career in Melbourne. AND you’d now have a sensationally paid AFL Development Officer’s job.
Isn’t it just awful when things go wrong from the start….?
KJ.
June 17th, 2010 at 10:43 am
Oh well – fully operational in the here and now or not, I’m happy to stick with the Mia Club as the spiritual home of the soccer-following fraternity in my own mind, just as I’m happy to refer to the little shop near the Roxy as Hopley’s regardless of who the current proprietor may be.
I’m grateful for the mini-controversy in this respect – my half-arsed and sporadic attempts to research soccer culture in Leeton over the last few days turned up the fact that the current coach of Leeton United is Joe Trifogli, a good cobber of mine from back in the day, and a thorough gentleman. So – big shout out to Frog.
Dear Roma Street,
As our local historian-in-residence, you must expect the occasional controversy to arise – though I must say the ferocity of the Mia ‘opened or closed’ culture wars took – I suspect – everyone by surprise.
We are all happy to put a big shout out to Mr Trifogli – from here on known as ‘terrific goalie’. KJ.
June 17th, 2010 at 7:44 pm
The Peter O’Toole Fountain is still erupting, thus:
Hail Leetonia!
All hail, and cry Xairete to the land of affectionate athletes of comely build……
All hail the land of waterless nymphs, naiads of the inland, gracious maidens tempting the traveller with roasts and three veg…..
All hail the land of Twin Water Towers beneath the constellation of Gemini……
All hail Aquarius the Water Bearer and Patron of the Yabby…
Olympian Zeus grant your divine and paternal grace to the affectionate athletes of comely build.
(Honestly, Peter is starting to fray our friendship).
June 18th, 2010 at 1:11 pm
Gotta agree with you, KJ, about the intensity of the culture wars that seemed to burst out here a while back . . .
It’s a shame that such warfare wasn’t better directed towards scourging the weeds from the car park and bocce areas at the Mia Club!
These areas have a bit of a sad look nowdays – quite a contrast to the colour, passion, intensity and excitement of Saturday afternoon competition soccer next door, each weekend.
Dear Palm Avenue,
After the enormous emotional toll our Mia Club culture wars has taken on our community – open?, partly open?, partly shut?, open for function bookings but NOT on long weekends? or finito? – I do NOT think it is in anyone’s best interests to come in here and start complaining about a weed problem, however serious it is.
I think it best that you (and everyone) else move on…..
Perhaps you can show good faith by staying up after the early morning Socceroos V Ghana match – and proceed in an orderly manner to the Leeton United game. Only though, IF you are prepared to ignore the weeds marring the amenity of the immediate surrounds.
KJ.
June 18th, 2010 at 1:50 pm
KJ,
Airline travel to Leeton can be hazardous.
Particularly for women.
Does this incident have a parallel in flights to the Riverina ?
http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/travel/model-breasts-are-bruised-in-turbulence/story-e6frezhr-1225881172444
Dear The Dude,
It is well known that the businessman sitting next to me DID receive compensation in 1982 when my bra snapped (flicking into his glasses which shattered on impact) during a particularly bumpy descent into the Narrandera-Leeton Airport.
The exact terms of settlement were NEVER released.
KJ.
June 19th, 2010 at 6:58 pm
Wonder what Hec would say to lift the spirits of NSW Origin supporters.
Dear Megsy,
Great to hear from ya – we’ve been missing you!
*Hec’d say: ‘Get a bit of RESPECT back into the operation and things might go a little differently….’
KJ.
June 19th, 2010 at 8:34 pm
Totally agree with Hec re.. the pathetic media response to the Soccer. As would my Dad, former Redleg and my hero, Des Lyons. When I feel like a hit of Leeton I go to KJ and an occasional game of the Crows. PS – GWS Sydney recruit has a Swasbrick connection me thinks.
Dear Magnet,
What an absolute privilege to have the daughter of the great Redlegs powerhouse Des Lyons come in here!
Hec always said that Des was the most naturally gifted player he’d ever seen – anywhere.
One of my sisters – whenever talk turns to footy South West League style – goes on and on about Des – HER hero too.
Her traditional summing up……
‘Best chest mark you’ll ever see, just beautiful……….’ AND
‘Best big, old fashioned punt kick……bloody beautiful……’
Des Lyons, we salute you!
KJ.
June 20th, 2010 at 10:50 am
Is this a game for amputees?
Will future strategies mean training to kick the ball not into the net, but into an opposing player’s arm while his eyes are closed?
You are right.
Do not put s. on our team.
But put s. on this s. house game.
When we picked up the ball and ran with it it was a great development.
Gaelic footy and AFL leave this sport for dead.
It hasn’t even discovered video refs yet.
As for Harry’s groin – how’s his arm? Old guys can get arthritis from a blow from a well directed ball.
As for soccer refs keep them in this game or give them a spot on Britain’s Got Talent, but do not let them invade other codes.
Thank you. I feel better now.
Dear The Dude,
It’s NOT all about YOU, you know……KJ.
June 20th, 2010 at 1:26 pm
Right. It’s about US, and how we became a bunch of plastic hornblowers who know nothing about the s. game.
June 20th, 2010 at 4:56 pm
Some of you can watch soccer snuggled up with a pizza but meanwhile I am slogging my way through ‘Sociopsychological and Semitic Interpretation of Discourses’. Where do the students find these ideas?
Dear The Lonely Scholar,
In the last gasps of Postmodern theory still being peddled by hairy tutors in the Academy, I suspect. KJ.