… yesterday, in the second half, I received my first ever pass in a professional football game.
It was hit very long and direct to me by the Spurs left-back (I think) and I muscled off the would-be challenger sat to my right before volleying the ball first time (left-footed, mind) in the general direction of the press box.
I witnessed that Griff. It was a clearance of pure accuracy picked straight from the Emmerson Thome skills locker.
On a personal note of my own, I didn’t receive a phone call to say my wife had gone into labour, and therefore managed to watch the whole game undisturbed. (I deleted the word ‘positive from this statement)
I witnessed that Griff. It was a clearance of pure accuracy picked straight from the Emmerson Thome skills locker.
On a personal note of my own, I didn’t receive a phone call to say my wife had gone into labour, and therefore managed to watch the whole game undisturbed. (I deleted the word ‘positive from this statement)
I made a very sweet connection, if I say so myself, considering that I was simultaneously fighting off the man in V102 and emailing a “Martinez Out” plea to despots-on-sunloungers@barbados.net.
Will the new addition to the Walker clan be a 4231 man? :D Or woman? :?
… yesterday, in the second half, I received my first ever pass in a professional football game.
It was hit very long and direct to me by the Spurs left-back (I think) and I muscled off the would-be challenger sat to my right before volleying the ball first time (left-footed, mind) in the general direction of the press box.
Very pleasing.
In all the years watching the latics only time ever the ball landed at me was at Ninian park Cardiff when my right footed drop kick landed in Phil Hughes arms :D