wenzdyboy Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 2 minutes ago, Miffed said: Such an old fashioned view. How about we let the coach pick the team of players who he believes is most likely to beat the opposition. Carlos will have done his homework on Brentford and how they play, like he will have with every team that we play against, so if he decides to play X player instead of Y player because he thinks it will give us more chance of winning then I'm happy with that. Its not as if Carlos has ever made whole sale changes to the starting eleven and the formation so using the "Changing a winning team" and "tinkering" are just lazy phrases to throw around if we don't win. We don't know which of our players are 100% fit. We don't know if anyone is carrying a knock or is feeling unwell. Carlos, the coaching and medical staff will know all of this. So whether changes are forced or they are just tactical I'm just happy to trust the judgement of the people in charge. Just because something is labelled 'old-fashioned', it doesn't mean that it no longer has any value or worth. And not everything 'new' is always right or for the better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Miffed Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 2 minutes ago, wenzdyboy said: Just because something is labelled 'old-fashioned', it doesn't mean that it no longer has any value or worth. And not everything 'new' is always right or for the better. True, but a lot of things are. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OxonOwl Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 26 minutes ago, Miffed said: We don't know which of our players are 100% fit. We don't know if anyone is carrying a knock or is feeling unwell. Carlos, the coaching and medical staff will know all of this. So whether changes are forced or they are just tactical I'm just happy to trust the judgement of the people in charge. Exactly. I keep saying that no one here see the players in training or knows their injuries or fitness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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kendoddsdadsdogsdead Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 4 hours ago, Lord Snooty said: The whole day is both a blur and searingly sharp at the same time. There's a vagueness. A fugg, where my brain has tried to block it out. But I have flashbacks. Lurid dreams. Sometimes I hear the voices. My own voice. Weeping. She’d started to let herself go long before the actual wedding of course, which was as much a family convenience as anything else. My last clear and happy memory of the morning was being stood there in topper and tails. My Best man at my side. It was a dark day. As night had swept away at day break it was a milky sun that rose low in the winter sky as I ate my last breakfast. Soon the winds blew in and ashen clouds gathered over the church yard. Stood there in the cool air I heard the distant rumble. At first I thought it was thunder. But as it drew nearer I knew she had arrived, when the floor beneath my feet and the foundations of that old place of worship started to shake I knew for sure she was here. The meal and drinks went by in a flash. I tried to consume as much as I could in an attempt to make sure my pink Oboe would be unplayable when the time came. With the last lingering guests gone and no more chance to delay I made the slow walk up the grand stair. I looked up. Looking for inspiration and saw the portraits of My ancestors looking down on me pityingly I remember standing outside the large oak door which led to the bed chamber. I leant my forehead against it and leant there for what must have been an age ,wishing that somehow I could stay there forever and never enter. When I did go in the room was dark ,lit only bit flickering candle light the embers of the fire were still glowing in the dark. Then I saw the shadow. Large stretched across the wall like a spreading inkblot. In the flickering orange light it reminded me of the footage of the Hindenburg making its last decent. Then the voice “Are you ready?” I wasn’t. I could never be ready. Fear grasped my heart and mankinds ancient instinct for survival kicked in and despite a litre of Jamesons’ I was sobered. The next thing I knew there the light vanished and I was surrounded by darkness as the shape moved across the candle light eclipsing all the light. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as if I had been attached to a meat hook and realised with horror it was one of her hands. With violent force she threw me through the curtains that surrounded the bed. The wafted back soflty into position as I scrabbled backwards up the bed. Until my head struck the headboard sending flashes of white light coursing through my brain. As my eyes refocussed I saw the shadow of two giant hands part the curtains, they were drawn aside and revealed her. There she was at the end of the bed. And then slowly, as only things of that size can, she started edging towards me on her knees, animal hunger in her malevolent, black, greedy eyes. She had, horrifically, rammed herself into a corset. Her gargantuan breasts hung down over the suspender belt like two bin bags of damp washing Before I knew is she was upon me. The fear surged through me. I kicked frantically trying to knock over the bedside candle and hope beyond hope that it might set fire to the curtain and save me or at least end both our lives! My heart sank when it toppled to the floor and went out without catching anything on the way. I heard it roll to a stop on the wooden floor. Then I heard her. Close to my ear. “Aww silly, don’t be shy” she said in a voice as soothing as serial killer trucker telling you that you are in his favourite seat. She grabbed my hand and forced it up to feel her face in the darkness. My trembling fingers were forced along its harsh surface and an image of Bill Beaumont flashed into my mind. Then I felt her hand on my face, smothering my nostrils till breath was barely possible. Then her huge finger in my mouth, like a clammy uncooked thick Richmond sausage. I gag recalling the horror even now. The hand covered my face. This was what it must have been like in Alien with the beast clamped over your face. I struggled for breath. Thought my life was at an end. But then gave into it… deciding death would be better than staying alive, and I let myself go to the darkness. I woke in the morning feeling weak. I wasn’t dead. The bed space beside me was empty, I turned to look and fell down into the crater where she had slept. After 10 hard minutes I had managed to crawl up and out of it and fell in a heap to the floor. Where I realised my legs didn’t work. It was over. For now. I had survived. I recovered eventually and learned to walk again with the aid of a stick. Quite simply m'lud, the finest ever post on this site !!!! I was reading whilst waiting to order a sausage sarnie. Don't think i will bother now. As an aside, excellent OMDT and tactical review threads. Keep em coming sir. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moffatowl Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 I don't think they'll just park the bus they'll stack two stretch limos on top of it. 1-0 to us and much frustration. UTO Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Coorong Owl Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 6-1 Wednesday Jordan Rhodes hatrick Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eastleigh Owl Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 5 hours ago, Lord Snooty said: The whole day is both a blur and searingly sharp at the same time. There's a vagueness. A fugg, where my brain has tried to block it out. But I have flashbacks. Lurid dreams. Sometimes I hear the voices. My own voice. Weeping. She’d started to let herself go long before the actual wedding of course, which was as much a family convenience as anything else. My last clear and happy memory of the morning was being stood there in topper and tails. My Best man at my side. It was a dark day. As night had swept away at day break it was a milky sun that rose low in the winter sky as I ate my last breakfast. Soon the winds blew in and ashen clouds gathered over the church yard. Stood there in the cool air I heard the distant rumble. At first I thought it was thunder. But as it drew nearer I knew she had arrived, when the floor beneath my feet and the foundations of that old place of worship started to shake I knew for sure she was here. The meal and drinks went by in a flash. I tried to consume as much as I could in an attempt to make sure my pink Oboe would be unplayable when the time came. With the last lingering guests gone and no more chance to delay I made the slow walk up the grand stair. I looked up. Looking for inspiration and saw the portraits of My ancestors looking down on me pityingly I remember standing outside the large oak door which led to the bed chamber. I leant my forehead against it and leant there for what must have been an age ,wishing that somehow I could stay there forever and never enter. When I did go in the room was dark ,lit only bit flickering candle light the embers of the fire were still glowing in the dark. Then I saw the shadow. Large stretched across the wall like a spreading inkblot. In the flickering orange light it reminded me of the footage of the Hindenburg making its last decent. Then the voice “Are you ready?” I wasn’t. I could never be ready. Fear grasped my heart and mankinds ancient instinct for survival kicked in and despite a litre of Jamesons’ I was sobered. The next thing I knew there the light vanished and I was surrounded by darkness as the shape moved across the candle light eclipsing all the light. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as if I had been attached to a meat hook and realised with horror it was one of her hands. With violent force she threw me through the curtains that surrounded the bed. The wafted back soflty into position as I scrabbled backwards up the bed. Until my head struck the headboard sending flashes of white light coursing through my brain. As my eyes refocussed I saw the shadow of two giant hands part the curtains, they were drawn aside and revealed her. There she was at the end of the bed. And then slowly, as only things of that size can, she started edging towards me on her knees, animal hunger in her malevolent, black, greedy eyes. She had, horrifically, rammed herself into a corset. Her gargantuan breasts hung down over the suspender belt like two bin bags of damp washing Before I knew is she was upon me. The fear surged through me. I kicked frantically trying to knock over the bedside candle and hope beyond hope that it might set fire to the curtain and save me or at least end both our lives! My heart sank when it toppled to the floor and went out without catching anything on the way. I heard it roll to a stop on the wooden floor. Then I heard her. Close to my ear. “Aww silly, don’t be shy” she said in a voice as soothing as serial killer trucker telling you that you are in his favourite seat. She grabbed my hand and forced it up to feel her face in the darkness. My trembling fingers were forced along its harsh surface and an image of Bill Beaumont flashed into my mind. Then I felt her hand on my face, smothering my nostrils till breath was barely possible. Then her huge finger in my mouth, like a clammy uncooked thick Richmond sausage. I gag recalling the horror even now. The hand covered my face. This was what it must have been like in Alien with the beast clamped over your face. I struggled for breath. Thought my life was at an end. But then gave into it… deciding death would be better than staying alive, and I let myself go to the darkness. I woke in the morning feeling weak. I wasn’t dead. The bed space beside me was empty, I turned to look and fell down into the crater where she had slept. After 10 hard minutes I had managed to crawl up and out of it and fell in a heap to the floor. Where I realised my legs didn’t work. It was over. For now. I had survived. I recovered eventually and learned to walk again with the aid of a stick. Nothing short of brilliant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ever the pessimist Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Despite feeling a little sore from Saturday Lee is starting but will be subbed off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Holmowl Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 6 minutes ago, Ever the pessimist said: Despite feeling a little sore from Saturday Lee is starting but will be subbed off. Is it just me who immediately thought of the old "I'm gonna pull you off at Half Time" joke? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pazowl55 Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 6 minutes ago, Holmowl said: Is it just me who immediately thought of the old "I'm gonna pull you off at Half Time" joke? Yeah just you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ronio Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Evening all, Nice work Snoots as per usual. Confident we will get a win tonight, but we will need to be as clinical as we were against forest. So I'm going for the same score line, 3-1 Wednesday win. Rhodes, Baz and Reach getting the goals. LETS DO THIS!! COME ON WEDNESDAY!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SiJ Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Dear Wednesday, Please win. Kind Regards, SiJ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
owlandished Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Maybe team will be: 1. Westwood 2. Hunt 3. Jones 4. Van Aken 5. Lee 6. Fox 7. Rhodes 8. Butterfield 9. Fletcher 10. Bannan 15. Lees Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
swfcnathan Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 14 minutes ago, owlandished said: Maybe team will be: 1. Westwood 2. Hunt 3. Jones 4. Van Aken 5. Lee 6. Fox 7. Rhodes 8. Butterfield 9. Fletcher 10. Bannan 15. Lees guess we'd be playing everyone in the centre of the park then? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
owlandished Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Just now, swfcnathan said: guess we'd be playing everyone in the centre of the park then? It might just work - has an element of surprise Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pauli Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Costello 77 Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Just now, pauli said: ATTACK! ATTACK! ATTACK! Is that a ferret or a pole cat? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darklord Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 so thats what Semedo's Ferret looks like Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
owlandished Posted September 12, 2017 Share Posted September 12, 2017 Hasn't that ferret been 'milked' enough? Look at its fur Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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