Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wembley X 3 - boing boing you bastards
Been to watch vale at Wembley three times. One ended happily, one misery, the other a bit of an anti-climax.
Anti-climax first ?
Final of the Anglo-Italian Cup (Tournament) - it involved teams from Italy's Serie B and England's Division 1 - the one below the Premiership. Anyway, by some master fluke, the Vale made it to the final to play Genoa. Maybe they took it seriously and others didnt
Genoa - the season before they had played Liverpool in Europe and ( I think) beaten them or run them close plus they'd only just got relegated to Serie B that season. They'd got quite a few players who ended up playing for Italy - Montella, for one.
You could tell the difference during the warm-up. Vale did their usual running about and passing the balle to each other and shooting practice. Genoa did a proper fitness programmed work-out, with coaches and all. Got a bad feeling about it straight away.
Referee was some total stranger - looked very odd - shaved head and piercing eyes.....actually was Pierluigi Collina ( fairly confident of that) and we were not please - why an Italian ref? surelyt biased? didn't matter in the end - they played us off the park. Scored pretty much when they wanted to - we did get two consolation goals, but lost 5-2 and that was better than we could have hoped for at one point !!
The happy one was the Mickey Mouse trophy - the Autoglass Trophy. S**** had won it before us, and we'd taken the piss out of them for celebrating, so it was a bit difficult to be too enthusiastic, ut it was against Stockport - arch foes and physical bastards managed by an Argentinian to play it rough and long ball. Probably a good side, but we hated them. And we beat them by playing the sort of classy football that Wembley deserves - so proud of the team - a proper game, played by class players. 2-1 to us and Bernie scored 1 of them . This was symbolic for a number of reasons, now lost in the mists of time and sad memories. More later, maybe.
The sad one was against those boing-boing bastard baggies. Play off finals. We'd beaten them twice in the league, played them off the park, but they were the "big club" and everyone wanted them to win - especially on Midlands telly - probably hated them more than Stockport because of that. Anyway, that bastard Roger Milford sent Peter Swann off for breathing on Bob Taylor (cheating bastards - both of them) and we lost. We'd been playing them off the park up til then, but the conceded 3 goals and that was it. Milford hadn't forgiven us for stuffing his favourites Bristle Rovers in the playoffs a few seasons back, so was out for revenge. He got it. Let's hope he got his later, the posing arrogant bastard. Bitter ? Me? I Nearly twatted a couple of WBA fans at the tube station for going boing boing - far from being a happy bunny....and it cost us Ian Taylor in the end, which meant we missed out on the Premiership a season or two later....so definitely no forgiveness there. Hope you get relegated this season.
Anti-climax first ?
Final of the Anglo-Italian Cup (Tournament) - it involved teams from Italy's Serie B and England's Division 1 - the one below the Premiership. Anyway, by some master fluke, the Vale made it to the final to play Genoa. Maybe they took it seriously and others didnt
Genoa - the season before they had played Liverpool in Europe and ( I think) beaten them or run them close plus they'd only just got relegated to Serie B that season. They'd got quite a few players who ended up playing for Italy - Montella, for one.
You could tell the difference during the warm-up. Vale did their usual running about and passing the balle to each other and shooting practice. Genoa did a proper fitness programmed work-out, with coaches and all. Got a bad feeling about it straight away.
Referee was some total stranger - looked very odd - shaved head and piercing eyes.....actually was Pierluigi Collina ( fairly confident of that) and we were not please - why an Italian ref? surelyt biased? didn't matter in the end - they played us off the park. Scored pretty much when they wanted to - we did get two consolation goals, but lost 5-2 and that was better than we could have hoped for at one point !!
The happy one was the Mickey Mouse trophy - the Autoglass Trophy. S**** had won it before us, and we'd taken the piss out of them for celebrating, so it was a bit difficult to be too enthusiastic, ut it was against Stockport - arch foes and physical bastards managed by an Argentinian to play it rough and long ball. Probably a good side, but we hated them. And we beat them by playing the sort of classy football that Wembley deserves - so proud of the team - a proper game, played by class players. 2-1 to us and Bernie scored 1 of them . This was symbolic for a number of reasons, now lost in the mists of time and sad memories. More later, maybe.
The sad one was against those boing-boing bastard baggies. Play off finals. We'd beaten them twice in the league, played them off the park, but they were the "big club" and everyone wanted them to win - especially on Midlands telly - probably hated them more than Stockport because of that. Anyway, that bastard Roger Milford sent Peter Swann off for breathing on Bob Taylor (cheating bastards - both of them) and we lost. We'd been playing them off the park up til then, but the conceded 3 goals and that was it. Milford hadn't forgiven us for stuffing his favourites Bristle Rovers in the playoffs a few seasons back, so was out for revenge. He got it. Let's hope he got his later, the posing arrogant bastard. Bitter ? Me? I Nearly twatted a couple of WBA fans at the tube station for going boing boing - far from being a happy bunny....and it cost us Ian Taylor in the end, which meant we missed out on the Premiership a season or two later....so definitely no forgiveness there. Hope you get relegated this season.
