Bet they spent the rest of the voyage sniffing there fingers ,makes you wonder what Butchers /Abbotoire workers ,no don't go there.Originates from Naval sailors of Portsmouth in England getting lonely while at sea. These sick individuals would get a skate fish, slit it in half and nail it to a board. This would then be used to provide sexual pleasure.
Hence people from Portsmouth are known as Skates.
from urban dictionary
The only difference there was that i'm convinced they put in that display on purpose after John Harbin was bannished prior to that game ,massive own goal for Coleman et alIf the saints are promoted by then and pompy are down there will be a problem which happened at Charlton a few years back.
Charlton were mid table, and had nothing to play for, when they came out of the tunnel they were smiling and ready for what was nothing but a kick about.
Whereas the city boys, looked scared, and worried that relegation could occur if the game was lost.
We ended up getting slaughtered, with the Charlton players with no pressure at all, they walked over us.
I'm worried this could be a problem come the end of the season!
Luckily that year festa went down!
If the saints are promoted by then and pompy are down there will be a problem which happened at Charlton a few years back.
Charlton were mid table, and had nothing to play for, when they came out of the tunnel they were smiling and ready for what was nothing but a kick about.
Whereas the city boys, looked scared, and worried that relegation could occur if the game was lost.
We ended up getting slaughtered, with the Charlton players with no pressure at all, they walked over us.
I'm worried this could be a problem come the end of the season!
Luckily that year festa went down!
That day spent watching Lesta hit the post at the Britannia fully knowing we surrendered at Charlton was one of the least enjoyable days I've had as a City fan-survival nearly didn't feel worth celebrating such was the woeful display we put in.
the worst part was when we all celebrated as we thought the leicester game was over but it wasn't, i was certain they were gonna score after that
That day spent watching Lesta hit the post at the Britannia fully knowing we surrendered at Charlton was one of the least enjoyable days I've had as a City fan-survival nearly didn't feel worth celebrating such was the woeful display we put in.
i prayed all match,i remember it vividly,thank you post and thank you carlo nash!
We are all hoping that we are crowned champions before the last game of the season so we can lose to you and send the Skates down. Rest assured if the situation arises our players will know what we expect! The Skates did the same with West Brom and helped send us down so there is an old score we want to settle.
Good luck for the rest of the season.
I was on a Stag Do in Llorett de Mar.
Woke up the Saturday feeling rough as arseholes after a heavy day on it only for my mate to crack open a bottle of voddy straight away that 3 of us had finished by 1 o'clock. Remember sitting in a boozer thinking we were getting relegated but then remember feck all and we must have stumbled back to the hotel.
It was only when I woke up a few hours later that I found out we were safe. Not mine or Cov's finest hour.ointlaugh:
I had a trip to lloret that sounds pretty familiar to that! It was the 2002 world cup, we played Denmark and I was in the pub all day on my own chatting to random people and celebrating with them! It was a British pub opposite the beach, don't know if it was still there when you went?
The whole trip is pretty hazy but yes I seem to remeber a British pub right opposite the beach, quite a narrowish pub that went quite far back? Remember not being able to eat a breakie in there.
Spent a bit of time in a boozer called the Queen Vic as well if my memory serves me right.
That day spent watching Lesta hit the post at the Britannia fully knowing we surrendered at Charlton was one of the least enjoyable days I've had as a City fan-survival nearly didn't feel worth celebrating such was the woeful display we put in.
I remember turning the radio almost off and sat glued to Sky Sports News. Was it Tony Cottee watching Leicester that day?
I almost hit the roof when he said the final whistle had gone. My mate from next door obviously heard me, came straight round and practically carried me down the pub.
Did you make it up saturday Rev?I had a bloody fantastic week's holiday in Lloret in the late eighties.
Just me and a mate, who were the only ones who could affords it, went on a holiday where you did'nt know where you were going when you booked,(i can't remember what holidays like this were called) but when we got to departure date they let us knew where we were going, and it was a four star in Lloret.
Me and my mate had a wonderful time, and in those days i could, now and then, pull a half decent girl,as long as she was nearly legless, and we just hit peak pulling form that would never be repeated again. i think i cried when i had to come home.
The Rev
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