Sunday 27th March 2004

A Brave Try, but possibly doomed from the beginning ......

Sunday 27th March 2004

Scawby Jets 11 - Park Tigers 1

Man of the Match - Our Liam

This is , almost, a first for the Tigers, a Semi- Final. The major problem being that we have met the Jets before, and , to be honest , history is not on our side.

There was extra training yesterday, but we shall have to see what happens today.


11.15

Late again .

Tilly just wouldn't decide whether she was going to watch her brother play or not. And to be honest this is becoming a bit of a pain. I wish she would "choose" with a bit more decisiveness. She was still a bit "yes and no" right up to, and really well passed, the time we could be doing with leaving for the ground.(luckily Liam had got a lift to game earlier in the morning - thanks Chris)

In the end a session on the computer won, so here I am - on my own, with Cathy having to stay with Laura.

The weather, as it always seems to be on this ground, is cold, grey and windy.
But at least it isn't raining - not yet anyway.

1st Half

On arrival the score was already 3 - 0 to Scawby. Going on previous history , this is no big surprise .

Then it was 4.

The Tigers put together a good attack, only for Scawby to break away.

5-0

Then,just before the halftime whistle , Jacob took the ball down the left hand wing. Played round the defender. Played a lovely ball across the face of the goal, and there was Liam Bontoft - GOAL

5 - 1.

2nd Half

The half started well for the Tigers. Some good pressure ,but then, once again, they got caught on the break. Scawby played the ball across the goal. The ball dropped to the floor and began to roll. I looked up , expecting our Liam to move and and reach for the ball.

Drop on the ball!

Something.

Anything.

But all he seemed to do was look.
I have to ask "What did our Liam think he was going"?. There was no real pace in the shoot, but it bobbled in. Mind you, the whole defence stood and looked too.

6 - 1

And then it got worse. Scawby played another ball across the goal. You could see Liam begin to move to intercept the cross. The only problem was there was another Tigers shirt in the way.
Liam was already moving.
The ball came off the defenders shoulder and found its' self being deflected away from our Liam, and away into the back of the net

7 - 1

After another period of Scawby pressure, with some sound goalkeeping from Liam, they scored 2 further goals in short shrift. Whatever the Tigers tried, Scawby just kept on coming.

9 - 1
Then a penalty for handball?

From where we were stood , we all thought the "offence" was outside the box. Talking to Liam after the match, his view was that the "Handball" was most certainly accidentally, but it was one of those "six of one, half a dozen of the other" sort of situation, and from what he could see the hand struck the ball just over the edge of the Penalty Box.

Their Goalie V ours.

10-1

Then, as the game came to the end, Scawby finished with a corner. The ball came in from the right hand corner post. It bounced from player to player, just to see the ball then vanish into the back of net, through the smallest of gaps, Liam diving one way and the Tigers defence "shuffling" to try and block what was obviously coming.

11 -1

Aftwe Yesterdays attempt..........

Well , after yesterdays "fun" with trying to see if I could place a posting via my PDA, today's will be a little more "thoughtful", a little more featured.

After the events of last week excitement of last weekend, the following week has been pretty much of an anti-climax.

   Although Laura is no longer in hospital, she still isn't quite her normal self just yet, although you can see a good progression over the week.   

Liam has just meandered on as he always seems to do, and my self and Cathy have suffered form some semblance of what Laura had last week.

There is not really much more to say.

We are now a 3 console family. We have had a Play Station 1 for several years now, and that now lives in Tilly's bedroom (she loves playing Crash Bandicoot), and we also have a PlayStation 2, which was Liam's present the Christmas before last. But in the last couple of weeks we have brought an XBox off my Sister (her partner gets through "gadgets" at a fair rate of knots), and we have parked that one in our bedroom.

Now maybe it's my age (no comments please - I am 40 now you know ), and maybe it's because I don't spend, seemingly, every waking hour playing the machine, but I just seem to spend more time on restarts than I do playing the game.

I tried to play a game called Halo last night, spent a good hour getting no where. Liam comes in from the circus, waltz's straight in with:

"No Dad, try this" and "For God's sake Dad, shoot now, shoot now"

I /We made more progress through that game in five minutes than I had done in the previous hour (I got as far as getting stuck on the starting level). I know a lot of it is practice, some of it is intuition, but sometimes I wonder if I'm a "Console Dunce". I can never really get to grips with any game, even the ones that my kids gloat at as "that is SOOOOOO easy".

But then again, I always think there is something better to do.

God Bless

Dave

im playing ..... again

Saturday, March 13, 2004
I know this is seriously sad, but i am posting this entry off my PDA.(After a slight alteration on the main computer because I'm stupid )

Nothing special in that you may say, and to those who have used a proper PDA for a while may well think"what a qeek"and they could well be right.

But I am well impressed with this machine (an iPAQ 1920). I can make notes and all sorts.

Shall keep this short, as it is still easier to type it out on a full size keyboard , but even so, it's still interesting to find out that I can actually do it.

Seriously sad and geeky - but thats me isn't it.

This was going to be.......

........ such an epic weblog.

Having not posted much for a few weeks, this was going to be a real "catch up".

There had been another Most Haunted Live. Liam's weekend Football exploits. The viewing of the Webb Ellis Trophy (The Rugby World Cup), and a Fathers pride at seeing his Son play his first "real" game of Rugby for his school.

 

All this has happened, but has now been overshadowed by the fact we had to take my "baby" into hospital last night.

She hasn't been well all week, but ,after she had visited the Doctors earlier in the week, we though it was just one of those viral infection that everyone gets at this time of year.

But yesterday, it all changed. Tilly got "hot and cold" so Cathy took her back to the GP.

And he sent her to the hospital. And there she has been overnight.

So Dad just feels lost.

Sad

Useless.