It’s been said by many that it provided the foundations on which our empire was built upon. I’ve enjoyed it in the ancient medina of Tangier and been soothed by it at some dilapidated hospital out in the bastardised far reaches of the Siberian tundra, but seldom have I - if ever - tasted a better cup of tea than what passed my lips from delicate china during half-time in the away dressing room of Michelmarsh’s Jubilee Hall ground. Not everybody agreed. Burridge warhorse Justin Newman was stroking the lonely hairs on his head and said, “Hardly a builder’s cuppa, is it?”
“Oh I dunno, Justin,” replied Reevesy who was gulping down his second cup. “Tastes alright to me.” He’d been warming the bench and now a good old cuppa was on hand to return the favour. Here amongst the leather seated chairs of the changing room, like some giant interior of a Ford Capri, Burridge gaffer Pete Lyons delivered his half time team talk. The scores tied at one each. Michelmarsh had taken the lead from close range with only a couple of minutes on the clock. It took a little time for Burridge to get a foothold in the game, but that they did.
It was Sam Hewitt, who with a dexterous swing from the outside of his right boot found the oncoming Sam Schwodler, who after side stepping the goalkeeper was left with an unfavourable angle from which to shoot upon, not to mention a defender covering the goal line. It would appear that geometry is another string to the third Schwodler, who wrapped his foot around the ball finding the necessary angle to equalise. There were to be no further goals. Schwodler ran off. Arms outstretched, screaming skyward. As weeks pass it’s fast becoming a very common sight.
B.Stanfield, L.Sanderson, P.Dyke, K.Hewitt, J.Schwodler, S.Schwodler, R.Jones (B.Rowe), J.Hewitt, J.Newman, R.Kelly, S.Hewitt
Looking back (bringing back the blog)
I haven't posted here since 2012 – that’s five years of not blogging. The blog is/was about Burridge AFC, the football team I played f...
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That Sam Schwodler's got the Roy Wegerlees about him, has he not? I've heard he can also cook a mean dish of Tagliotela. Not the bloke who kept goal at Napoli. Justin did well, didn't he?
He was goalkeeper last time I visited here. Can't imagine Ludek Miklosko asking Tony Morley to step aside so he could make a soiree up front at Upton Park way back when. Can you? Can you still get fruit polos?
I think you can still get fruit polos. Your best bet is one of those newspaper kiosks in London. Justin did do well didn't he.
I have a bit of time on my hands at the moment due to the strike, so thought I would jump on the Burridge AFC band wagon.
I enjoyed a day trip to London town yesterday, so didn't get to see the game, but I can tell you all.. there were no fruit polos at any newspaper kiosk I saw.
That Justin should run for Presidency you know...
Oh, well p'haps fruit polos have died a death. I heard Justin Newman's got two kids. That twice as much sex as I thought he'd had. He did do well though.
3rd in the league guys, my goodness. all down to justin i say. way to go newman..way to go.
I was in the shops looking at the mucky books when I noticed the scores in the Pink - Sporting Wessex 3-3 Netley. Didn't think Justin was quite up to his normal standard.
I was watching a film last night, not a mucky one I might add. Sean Penn was in it. His usual performance, smoking cigarettes and generally wearing that look of seeing it all before and it suddenly dawned on me - he's the spitting image of Sam Schwodler.
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