............the very lovely Mrs Godders?
We went to the pub this evening to watch the game and at half time the very lovely Mrs Godders said âI hope they donât bring Sharp on.â
I said âWhat on earth are you talking about? Every Saints fan is really keen to see him come on and set the game alightâ.
âOh he wonât do thatâ she says to which I asked âWhat do you mean?â and she said âHeâll never score a goal for Saintsâ.
Well I was flummoxed and I asked her how she had worked that out and she said Nigel has told him that when he has the ball he must pass it backwards and that he must not shoot even if he is close to the opposition goal.
Well as you can imagine my eyes were rolling in their sockets and she went on to say that nice Mr Strachan would have been very angry with our players as they just sit back and let the other team play football when they should be closing them down. I thought hello she has spent too much time lately listening to Talk Sport and that Alan Brazil chap.
âSo what would you doâ I asked âif you were Nigel?â to which she said âWhen they donât have the ball they should be in tight against the opposition players and deny them space and time to play the ball. This will force them into errors and we will be able to come away with the ball.â By this time I was spluttering into my galas of wine when she went on,âWhen we have the ball our players should be moving to create space for themselves and be ready to receive a pass.â Well I had to say thatâs what we do when she said, âOh no it isnât. When they have the ball we give them all the room they need to move and pass the ball and when we have the ball we end up passing to a player who is closely marked.â
Well when the blokes at the next table started laughing at her grossly mistaken analysis I had to ask her to keep quiet as she was embarrassing me.
At that point she gave me a rather withering look and said "And Morgan should be Captain" and she hasnât spoken to me since and it is gone 10 and there is no sign of my Horlicks and biscuits.
But honestly I ask you what do women know about football?
We went to the pub this evening to watch the game and at half time the very lovely Mrs Godders said âI hope they donât bring Sharp on.â
I said âWhat on earth are you talking about? Every Saints fan is really keen to see him come on and set the game alightâ.
âOh he wonât do thatâ she says to which I asked âWhat do you mean?â and she said âHeâll never score a goal for Saintsâ.
Well I was flummoxed and I asked her how she had worked that out and she said Nigel has told him that when he has the ball he must pass it backwards and that he must not shoot even if he is close to the opposition goal.
Well as you can imagine my eyes were rolling in their sockets and she went on to say that nice Mr Strachan would have been very angry with our players as they just sit back and let the other team play football when they should be closing them down. I thought hello she has spent too much time lately listening to Talk Sport and that Alan Brazil chap.
âSo what would you doâ I asked âif you were Nigel?â to which she said âWhen they donât have the ball they should be in tight against the opposition players and deny them space and time to play the ball. This will force them into errors and we will be able to come away with the ball.â By this time I was spluttering into my galas of wine when she went on,âWhen we have the ball our players should be moving to create space for themselves and be ready to receive a pass.â Well I had to say thatâs what we do when she said, âOh no it isnât. When they have the ball we give them all the room they need to move and pass the ball and when we have the ball we end up passing to a player who is closely marked.â
Well when the blokes at the next table started laughing at her grossly mistaken analysis I had to ask her to keep quiet as she was embarrassing me.
At that point she gave me a rather withering look and said "And Morgan should be Captain" and she hasnât spoken to me since and it is gone 10 and there is no sign of my Horlicks and biscuits.
But honestly I ask you what do women know about football?
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the missus was not impressed with the banter!