I was 100% convinced Cole was going to miss.
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I remember being at Hillsborough and Dennis hit a pass along the ground that curled around Des Walker straight into the path of a sprinting Ian Wright who went around Pressman (?). And missed.
You could see the line in the grass the ball had made. Simply perfect :cloud9:
Finished 0-0
You yourself have said that for a man of his incredible talents, he had a tendency to go missing.
Of that side, the players I can't find anything negative to say about are Pires, Gilberto and - much as I hate to admit it - Cole. :-\
Whatever else he was or wasn't, he was a superb left back.
:nod: Still strange to watch old matches and keepers pick up backpasses. That, the red card for professional foul and banning tackling from behind - three massive rule changes in a couple of years, all for the better. And all they do nowadays is tinker with the offside rule every ****ing season
You forget some of the teams that have been in the Premier League. Swindon and Coventry are now in L2!
Barnsley, even. Now there was a great goal by Dennis at their place.
Speaking of Barnsley...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLWiI6zfWvY
They were all introduced at the 1990 World Cup, as I recall. Given how fundamental they were, it's a miracle the thing didn't descend into farce, really. Evidence that, if you make the penalties harsh enough for failing to do so, footballers can adapt very quickly to any rule change.
Quite correct, at the point we went 2-1 up early in the 2nd half we had controlled the game comfortably and I was certain we were going to win and win easily and after what had happened at their place it was going to help to have a bit of vindication.
At that point Lauren decided to dive in on Giggs for no sensible reason and Ronaldo ended up with a free run on goal. Shortly thereafter, that idiot Almunia decided to leave his line and chase Giggs while Lauren couldn't be bothered tracking Ronaldo's run and the next thing you know we're a goal down.
I said bad things that day. Many, many, many bad things. The Irish bloke behind the bar in NY told me to calm down and reminded me that 'c*nt' was rarely used openly in the United States of America. :-(
It was directed at Rooney, when he had a go at Poll about something that had happened, the details are foggy.
I believe the exact phrase was 'f*ck off Rooney you granny shagging scouse c*nt'.
The two middle aged American women sat eating fish and chips at the bar were unimpressed. :-(
Of course the take away staple of F+C must be battered however to dismiss the breadcrumb would be to dismiss the Fish Finger, a meal we surely all grew up on and savoured. Even Sir C the resident food snob.
I watched a program last night, one hour, on the production of Fish Fingers in Grimsby. Fascinating apart from being presented by that grinning idiot Wallace.
Well apart from a piece of cod loin as thick as your forearm dipped in beer batter, deep fried to perfection and served with ketchup, mushy peas, salt and malt vinegar. I love a fishfinger, don't get me wrong, but battered cod is a thing of joy. The chips are barely necessary in such a feast.
I knew someone who worked at the Young's plant in Grimsby. They had three grades of cod depending on how riddled with worms it was (and most cod has worms in it, tbf). The best stuff went into the large pieces of fish for frozen cod and chips and whatnot. The second grade went into fishfingers and the most shÃ*tty stuff went into fishcakes.
I did the full Boxing Day with all the family at my folks' place. Drinking started early. By my calculations I got drunk three times and sobered up twice before collapsing into bed at some time after midnight and waking up the next morning feeling like death. I'd promised the wife I'd drive back, but literally couldn't do it (certainly not legally, anyway). She was unimpressed.
It is one of those meals that - enjoyed occasionally and when it's done right - is just one of the best things in the world.
It also demands to be eaten with the fingers, I find. a hunk of firm cod and crisp batter torn off with the fingers and shovelled unceremoniously into the gob is truly joyful.