Happy_Martian
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Yep Stupot, 23-0. At the end, we didn't know if we'd improved or whether they'd taken pity on us as we only conceded 9 in the 2nd half
23-0???
I remember one time where I had been out for a skinful the night before and had to be at Coundon Park for a QF against team near top of league. Managed to drag my arse out of bed, head throbbing and guts churning. We kicked off and I made a few runs down the wing from left back position. Started to feel very ill. Any way about 20 mins in I ran off the pitch to hurle in the hedge next to Waste Lane. Manager started after me wandering what was going on and proceeded to do the Himelic manouver on me so I could get it out of my system and get me back on the pitch. Never lived that one down. I think we won coz we ended up in the Old Hall afterwards And we all got pissed. Then were the days.
I run a lads team and a couple of years ago we had an old boy as our ref. Anyhow, we were ready to kick off and I couldn't find him anywhere but his moped was in the car park. He appeared like the shopkeeper off Mr Benn and came up and shook my hand. He then proceeded to tell me that he'd just been for a crap in the bushes as he was desperate.
This old boy is infamous within the junior football section. Him and that bloody moped.
Who'd be a Sunday League ref? The ultimate thankless task, they must have really thick skins to be able to do it. Abuse, cheating linesman, threats, all for about 20 quid. Fair play to those that do it.
I think it was £12 per team last time I played.
Will be in the Moon Under Water St Pete sometime in November, I'll drop you a pm if you're about.
Not so much a funny story, but I've read every one of the posts on this and got hit with a bout of nostalgia. I found myself reminiscing over my playing career back in Cov. Sunday League teams I played for were Wyken WMC, Canley Social, Tile Hill WMC, Binley WMC. They were bruising leagues back then (in the 60's) and I've still got the awful bruises on my ankles still today. Of course most people back then played Saturdays (their main team) and just a bruising kick-around on Sundays (two games in about 20 hours was a piece of cake when we were young). I played for Dunlop, Wickmans, Coventry Gauge and Tool, Massey Ferguson (with Stan Smith, Ronnie Farmer and Kirk Stephens) and Nuneaton Borough ( but that is a long sorry tale of not making it into the pro ranks)........ah, such great memories. Wonder if any of those clubs still exist even?
Is it really only 20 quid?
Jesus, that's a thankless task...
Here in the Florida Suncoast Soccer League we get a ref and lines persons for $90 a game and there are more than a few that don't know all the rules.
We also play the IMG Academy youth team in our league who are the best young lads at 'soccer' in the States...
It's like playing Chelsea U19's and they batter everyone... haha..
Here is their Campus which is pretty impressive...
http://imgcampusmap.com/#UMAP_2014120304943
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You do coaching at sarasota..
Correct....Stan Smith was manager and Ronnie Farmer was head coach (both former City players). Kirk Stephens was a scrawny 15 year old kid, but you could see he was going to be a pro someday, even then.My old man played for Masseys around that time egastso, managers name at that time Frank or Stan?
I once played in a pub team that had a one armed goalkeeper, he was surprisingly good
Not sure about surname but think his name was Richard, would have been around mid nineties.Was his name Richard Gillis?
Not sure about surname but think his name was Richard, would have been around mid nineties.
Can't imagine there was too many 1 handed goalkeepers called Richard about.
I am a local referee and had to do a season on the local Sunday leagues during a promotion season a couple of years back. The game was at Newbold Comyn and lets just say it was team A v team B. About to kick off and noticed a right meat head who was playing up front for team A who was obviously trying to intimidate players from team B. 10 minutes in and this tit was chirping off about every decision I made including the ones that were in his teams favour! I had a word in his ear and was met with a bit of language to which I then called his captain over informing the captain that I wasn't putting up with this for the rest of the match and his "collegue" would end up costing his team if he was to carry on in the same manner. Now usually if the captain is half decent he will have a word with his player and reel him in, but I could see he was a bit apprehensive. By this stage I knew something was not quite right. The captain then decided to join in with his collegue at every opportunity and was eventually met with a yellow card for dissent like his collegue earlier. We got through to half time and i was happy when 5 minutes after half time the meat head was substituted and the captain never muttered a word for the rest of the match and we then got to full time without anything else happening on the pitch, but ol'e meat head was on the side being the big man in front of his mates who were laughing at/with him.
When we returned to the changing rooms I bumped into another referee who I knew and he asked me which teams I had been refereeing which I told him.
"As long as I live I will never ever officiate a game with that team again and I have told the league not to give me them!" was his reply which I asked him to explain.
"Because the big meat head no 10 for team A has just came out of prison a second time for affray and has just come back from a years football ban for punching/assaulting a referee".
Now I knew why the captain was not playing ball with me-because he was shit scared of him!
An all too familiar sight on Sunday football pitches which is a shame because there are a lot of mates teams who just want a game of football like myself when turning out on a Sunday.Traditionally-Saturday is football day where most of the best players ply their trade at local/amateur level.
I played sunday football for many years in both the Cov league and the Nuneaton league.
I felt in general the Cov league was generally a nicer league to play in, but when things kicked off it could get really bad.
The Nuneaton league was littered with red cards, violence towards refs and each other, but generally you knew the game would get to 90 minutes without the police being called.
Few memorable moments:
As a teenager in the Cov league I came up against the legend Dean Emerson. He looked in his mid/late 40's (this was maybe 2001-2002), and was a couple of stone overweight, but his touch was awesome. Anyway I nutmegged him and he wiped me out, getting a straight red card in the process. He was also sent from the sideline during the 2nd half.
In the Nuneaton league I started with a real team of lunatics. One guy was sent off 6 matches in a row. As a finale in the 6th match he hit the ref with the first aid bucket.
Eventually the lunatics moved on and we evolved into a decent young side and were moving up the divisions, but still had a core of people who liked to 'enjoy themselves' on a Saturday night. I remember once our keeper had been out all night and decided to perk himself up with half an ecstasy pill prior to kickoff. He didn't even see the first goal fly in the top corner.
We once had a full blown fight with a team after an argument about goal-nets. Nothing too bad about that, apart from the fact it was 10am in the morning before the game, and we weren't even playing them. Unfortunately one of their lads suffered a broken arm in the melee.
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