Sunday, November 29, 2009

Joseph’s derby gifts – Everton 0-2 Liverpool

Leisured Sunday stroll across Stanley Park
Prized buckshot by El Jefecito
In tune for the 212th Mersey Derby
Ball glancing off ever ready Yobo

With Torres still on absence leave
Maybe a cameo from Aquilani?
Pepe heroics with the world’s number one
Fearless from Tiny Tim and Fellaini

Rising Goodison voices beckoned the Yak
Beyond belief miss by Belayet
Toffees then hit the net twice
But Jo Alves both times the culprit

Visiting Reds shouted 'ole!’
For Mr Wiley a job well done
St Domingo's were soon two adrift
By He Man the Fishermans son

Ill fated Yobo gifted again
Today there would be no bailout
With much love from Katwijk aan Zee
Gift wrapped by the workhorse Dirk Kuyt

29.11.09

Number 7
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Saturday, November 28, 2009

Seeking Henri Delaunay


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Saturday, November 21, 2009

Spoils shared on Placenta stage - Liverpool 2-2 Man City

Beating paths to a Belgrade casualty ward
Half the Gaffer’s men waiting to be restored

Looking to brush the Blues with Rafa’s broom
First half bore the hallmarks of winter gloom

Roars for Skittles goal heard from Tennessee
Emanuelle’s leap straight from an adult movie

“Non zonal” marking left the poaching Ireland free
Equaliser crashed home by star man Yossi

“We want three, we want three” zealous Reds hiss
Maybe could’ve been, but for Lucas’ glorious miss

City equalled a proud record with the draw
A feat last seen just before the first Great War

21.11.09

Number 7
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Friday, November 13, 2009

Robert Enke

On the horizon rose the unbearable dark cloud
Lurking within the beloved of the Hannover crowd

Powerless to escape a prison void of the key
With no one seeming to hear that silent plea

Condemning one to Judge, Jury, Executioner
Unable to ward off the murky sombre

At length it besieged Jena’s gallant son
Despondent icon ultimately caught up and outrun

Reeking frantic desolation and a feeling so low
Poor Robert succumbed to that terrible foe

Unable to hold sway over that skulking inner rage
Joined Lara eagerly awaiting her Daddy backstage

“Stunned” Michael Ballack struggled with the madness
Dazed Kaiser Beckenbauer uttered “unending sadness”

Distraught Head Coach Loew left “mourning deeply”
“A man with a capital M,” Nuno Gomes said forlornly

For the custodian of pitch forts of bricks and mortar
”Barcelona is in mourning,” whispered Senor Laporta

Neustadt am Rübenberge may have claimed the great man
But coveted is his memory with every football fan
Robert Enke - 24 August 1977–10 November 2009

Number7
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Robert Enke

Just wanted to Big Up the Northern Irish. I was delighted with tonight's immaculately observed minute's silence for Robert Enke at the Oval, Belfast :)

Monday, November 09, 2009

Anfield Blues – Liverpool 2-2 Birmingham City

Mcleish’s men travel up from the Midlands
Kop hammer the Anfield bass drum
Now to reduce the 12 point gap
With a good kick up the Brum

Unrelenting pressure stirs the hordes
Not that anyone needed any proof
Clinical finish with a far post volley
David Ngog lifting the roof

But then the wrath of Benitez descends
No known blood ties with the gaffer
Thumped hard by the preaching Christian
Aghast stood his namesake Rafa

Home crowd go eerily silent
Jerome chooses to hit a cracker
Missing again the spine of the team
And a mega Moneybags backer

Reds welcome in two icons
Il Principe Alberto Aquilani
Converting the fruits of Ngog’s dive
All rise for the return of the Big G

Another discouraging home draw
More ambience at a recital
Euro dream all but damned
Is it also goodbye to the title?

09.11.09

Number 7
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Fireworks as Sporting Bengal beat Deal Town in 10 goal thriller

Sporting Bengal United turned on the style to defeat Deal Town in a mesmerising home match.

Mamun Chowdhury’s boys got off to the worst possible start, conceding an early penalty after keeper Shamim felled the Deal Town centre forward.

Takaloo obliged, duly stepping up to shoot past the Bengal keeper. Deal began to dominate and Bengal were left scrapping for opportunities in the middle of the park. Goal opportunities dried up as a disciplined Deal restricted Bengal to hopeful long range punts.

“We were giving the ball away too easily,” said Sporting Gaffer Mamun Chowdhury.

The disciplined Deal approach paid dividends as Takaloo sprung the Bengal rearguard, found space and cleverly lobbed Shamim from outside the area.

Buoyed by the goal, the travelling Deal team and support scented blood. Sporting though responded well and were unlucky not to pull a goal back, Prince Pippin just failing to convert the chance created for him.

Bengal began to assert pressure and the pressure tide changed with a goal, Luton based hotshot Yasser Rashid striking magnificently from 30 yards. Rashid’s goal scoring exploits are legendary, and some may recall the 53 goals he notched for United Sporting Luton during the 2007/2008 season.

Though Bengal applied a steady wave of pressure, it was not long before Deal restored their 2 goal advantage against the run of play, with Govey taking advantage of a shaky defence.

Chowdhury did not waste time and made changes during the break by introducing Justin and John Donoughie to the game. It was to prove a tactical masterstroke and paid immediate dividends. With a more spirited attack, both Justin and Yasser went close before Donoughie scored his first Bengal goal to once again cut the lead to a solitary goal.

Chowdhury ordered his team forward, demanding more effort. The pressure paid off and in the 75th minute Pippin made up for his earlier miss, turning two Deal defenders and shooting low and hard from outside the box to equalise.

There were more twists to come, and it was a mere 3 minutes before the brilliant Takaloo who completed his hat trick and Deal’s 4th.

Battered Sporting did not give up and kept chipping at the Deal rearguard with neat attacking forays. A moment of magic was needed and it was that man Yasser Rashid again, who picking up the ball 35 yards out, skipped a lunch before thundering home another wonder strike.

Amazingly, both teams continued to play The game had opened up and both teams looking for an amazing 5th goal.
In a rare forward move, Bengal centre back Aaron Hutchins picked the ball up in his own half and played a one two with substitute Justin Zackaria. Hutchins found himself in unfamiliar territory with Zackaria’s return. The stopper’s thunderbolt struck the post and sneaked past the Deal goalkeeper for the clincher and Sporting's 5th of the game. In the dying minutes, the splendid Rashid fluffed a sitter, followed by a terrific save by the Deal keeper a few minutes later. Rashid changed roles, turning provider by crossing deep into injury time for Donoughie to score his second and Sportings 6th.
The celebrations erupted at the final whistle seconds later. Manager Mamun Chowdhury said, "At half time we were very much second best team and Deal deserved the 2 goal lead.

“I told the boys they had to play with a bit more belief as we have a lot of talent in the camp. John (Donoughie) made a massive impact as sub and Yasser’s performance was star quality.

“The boys showed tremendous character and belief in the second half to clinch the 3 points, I am very proud of them."

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Something at the back of the garden

Ismael Rahman

Everyone was asleep on my road and feeling thirsty, I went down to the kitchen for water. Hearing something move behind the garden shed shocked me.
Convinced it was a ghostly something, I slowly got out the torch, deciding to go out into the darkness to check what lay behind the shed.

Instead I shouted “MUM! DAD! I THINK THERES A GHOST BEHIND THE SHED!” My parents came running down and I shakily told them all.

Mum didn’t believe me; “don’t talk such nonsense!” she laughed.
Dad seemed scared although he didn’t admit it; “What’s the point of waking me up? It’s tough being a Premiership footballer!” And back to bed they went.

“Gotta do it all myself,” I muttered. When the house was settled again, I stepped into the garden. It was dark, eerie and there was no light. I wondered if this was the witching hour as the icy wind whispered into my ear.

Slowly creeping towards my fear, I heard rustling and a sniffle. Something was definitely there. My heart raced and I was sweating despite the low temperature. It was too late to call my uncle now. The drumming in my chest became faster and louder till I couldn’t take no more.

Lunging forward fast and round the back of the shed I maniacally shone my torch brightly.
To my astonishment, it was a family of foxes. “Could be worse,” I snarled as I sprinted back to the safety of my warm bed.

QPM Phil Buckley’s Bangladesh Bike Ride

Emdad Rahman

Oldham legend Phil Buckley is more than a renowned name in Oldham.

Phil Bhai – and an old friend of mine, contacted me recently, waxing lyrical about his most recent trip to Bangladesh. The former Westwood and Coldhurst PC became a familiar face during his popular beat patrols and bonding within Oldham's Bangladesh community for 10 years. Phil opted for a marathon bike ride in Bangladesh after deciding to get back into shape again; “18 months ago, I looked at myself in the mirror, but was not happy with what I saw,” say’s Phil. “I was putting on too much weight and most of it around my waist.”

The answer for Phil lay in the flat, dusty roads of Bangladesh, with it’s radiant skies and sizzling hot sunshine. “A marathon Bike Ride is what I needed, it would be just the tonic,” Phil decided.

12 months on, and Phil Bhai has just completed his 6th visit to Bangladesh; “I’m also almost 3 stones lighter with three inches trimmed off may waist,” he laughs.

Phil and his team from the UK completed a gruelling 350 mile bike ride from Sylhet to Cox’s Bazar, all within 6 days. All this took place during the daylight hours of the blistering hot Bangladeshi daytime heat. This was the single most difficult obstacle for the team; “the soaring temperatures approached 100 degrees,” said Phil.

The initial plan for team Oldham was to take 15 cyclists to Bangladesh. Trained, geared up and set to fly out to the Motherland, the team were hit by a setback in the shape of the BDR mutiny conflict in the Capital, Dhaka.

Naturally, members became apprehensive and dropped out after evaluating the overall situation. This left just three to travel to Sylhet. Phil’s companions were Azmol Khan (Crouchy), from Oldham and Salam from London. The trio had painstakingly prepared for the great challenge ahead. All aspects of training had been covered – “All 3 of us had trained hard in previous months, riding our bikes through the cold wet British winter, sometimes cycling though snowdrifts,” Phil said. But would this be enough to prepare for the oven temperatures of the Bangladeshi summer?

Upon arrival, Phil and the boys quickly set about preparing for the big ride. “Our route would take us from Sylhet City with overnight stops in Hotels and Rest Houses in Hobiganj..Brahmanbaria, Feni, Comilla, Chittagong, then onto Cox’s Bazar,” said Phil.

Crouchy damaged 2 bikes during his ride and these were repaired expertly at Rickshaw workshops on side roads. Phil say’s this was a great opportunity to recuperate tired limbs, regain energy and mingle with the locals. “Moments after getting off our bikes we were soon surrounded by crowds of curious villagers, eager to see a tall white man in tight Lycra cycling shorts,” he chortled

To recuperate the team drank gallons of water, stuffed themselves on Bananas with tasty parati bread, juicy pineapples and boiled eggs for energy. “We also had special high energy drinks to combat the scorching hot temperatures,” he said.

Phil, Crouchy and Salam averaged 50 miles per day with a 100 mile lung busting ride on the final leg from Chittagong to the finish in Cox’s Bazar.

“Although we were absolutely physically and mentally shattered, the sight of a signpost bearing the legend - 10 kilometres to Cox’s and the longest beach in the world, lifted our spirits,” added Phil. “We cycled onto the beach, then ran into the sea and a well earned soaking in the warm waters of the Bay of Bengal.

The trio were given a warm reception by the British High Commission in Dhaka. Phil’s other memories are of watching young Bangladeshi boys playing cricket at 7.30 in the early morning sun. He enjoyed testing his Bangla and is best pleased with his dark tan.

Asked if he will go back, Phil, holder of a Queen's Police Medal, doesn’t flinch – “of course,” he grins. “”Many times more I hope.” Appropriate choice of words from a man Bangladeshis see as their own.