John Boy Saint

This just made me think of a friend who I met quite a while after the event, he was the Landlord of the Kestral Pub in Kempshott Basingstoke........ he said that he could not remember a thing between getting home on the Saturday night and sometime on Thursdays afternoon!!! Being a nipper with no one else in the family having any inkling of taking me, we were staying in Southampton with our Granny and Grandad as it was the school holidays, wow the hubbub in the City that week before the game was tangible even to an 11 year old. Watching FA Cup it's a Knockout on Grandstand, think we watched the highlights from the then all powerful Southampton Ladies football team winning their Cup Final yet again. Having lunch quickly to get in front of the box again, most of the game passed as a bit of a blur until that moment! Granny had nodded off and was woken up by my grandad, my sister, and me going absolutely mental in the living room (along with most of Dale Valley Road and the rest of Southampton still at home) Have we won??!! No we scored!!! And so began still the longest 7 minutes of my life!! Seeing Arsenal fans ambling in to the Millenium stadium in 2003 and United fans meandering into Wembley this year, there is no way the majority of their fans can have memories like that................... it would be nice to give Saints fans of today a day like that and memories to keep into the next 41 years.

......what a weekend!!

More fertiliser for my roses.

The rest must be crap at pens if Tadic is the nominated taker! Every man and his dog around me were expecting the worst when he picked up the ball.

Its all a ruse to winkle out Boris.

Fitzhugh will back this up - as it was in one of the Hagiology books about it. Plymouth were our big rivals in the early days of our existence, some loons waited at South Western House station for the team to arrive back in Southampton to give them a hearty welcome after a big win at Plymouth. It was something like midnight - one o'clock: which in those days was generally pretty late for folks to be up.

Mrs JBS got to the ground ahead of me (supping an ale down the road) she made the exact same observation.

Can't argue with that. Over the past few seasons we have bloodied the noses of the big boys, but given the annual summer haemorrhages we have endured, there had to be a transition season sooner or later.

Did seem a bit strange, but not when you saw Long make his first full afterburners on run moments after coming on, he did pull up then feel his hamstring, maybe the bench took the decision out of Longs hands, before we were down to 2 fit strikers.

More fertiliser for my roses

I thought we gave City far too much respect, that said the ref didn't help matters much by booking PEH, Cedric, Davo (ffs what for: being captain and arguing the case of the team) so not only are we faced with players who on paper could make anyone look stupid, but we have a ref who made sure we were nervy on any contact. The non foul on Aguero by Stephens that ultimately resulted in their first, boot on the other foot no foul. Fair play to Claude for holding his hands up on Solent post match, and fair play to Fraser after one of his shocking clearances for not only apologising to his team mates but apologising to the Chapel too

Thought he had a good game, but to expect a 21 year old to be fully at the races when he has been on the bench so much is a lot to ask. His failing is the odd wayward pass but then at his age it's forgivable even if it does gift a goal. The one thing is when you watch him mess up he does beat himself up over it. More game time and this will disappear, I think he does have a bright future.

After Tadic has has had sunshine blown up his bum this last week, tonight he resorted to type and Boufal trots onto the pitch and suddenly we have 2 Fabrice Fernandes on the pitch!! The boy obviously has talent, he just need to learn when to be a show pony and when to be a donkey and dig in.

i can remember 2 old choocks, doing this at the back of the Junior Saints corner at SMS, the sun on their backs through the back of their stand, they were putting the world to rights chatting away, every time the ball went near the goal they shut up and gave their tuppence worth towards the pitch. right now we have a bloke sitting near us who drinks coffee all game, listens to the Solent commentary like one of them annoying people with their iPod turned up too high on the tube, and looks at people like they have 2 heads if they show any emotion towards the game. Tonight told a bloke in front of him to sit down when he was giving Swarbrick a piece of his mind, questioned why our on supporters were booing when Gabbi was subbed and not supporting the team........... then effed off on 80 minutes??!!!

I cant believe that was 21 years ago............................................... I feel a bit old eek:

An elderly couple who had both been widowed, had been going out with each other for a long time.# Urged on by their friends, they decided that it was finally time to get married. Before the wedding they went out to dinner and had a long conversation regarding how their marriage might work. They discussed finances, living arrangements, and so on. Finally, the old gentleman decided it was time to broach the subject of their physical relationship. "How do you feel about sex?" he asked rather tentatively. "I would like it infrequently" she replied. The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment, adjusted his glasses, leaned over towards her and whispered - "Is that one word or two?"

I heard a sweet elderly Lady saying a prayer: Dear Lord, the past couple of years have been very tough for me You've taken - My favourite actor, Patrick MacNee My favourite horror actor, Christopher Lee My favourite comedian Robin Williams My favourite singers, Cilla Black, Joe Cocker, and David Bowie My favourite author Tom Clancy And finally my favourite presenter Sir Terry Wogan So Lord, I just wanted you to know that my favourite politicians are: Tony Blair, Jeremy Corbyn, Jacob Zuma, and that stupid loud mouthed cow from Scotland

:lol:

A little old man shuffled slowly into an Ice Cream Parlour and pulled himself slowly, painfully, up onto a stool. After catching his breath he ordered a Banana split. The Waitress kindly asked "Crushed Nuts?" "No" he replied "Arthritis"

Exactly

Oooooooo that's blatant heresy, you'll be getting a Bat up your night-shirt when you least expect it for proclaiming such wicked words. Some nipper who cut his teeth with first team football for Swindon, over a bloke who hasn't played for a year but has years of experience in the pedestrian Serie A!!!!......................... Crikey probably get your mouth washed out with carbolic soap too!!

Sat in Palafrugell watching Pochettinos first pre season game with us, we were sat with Jos Hooiveld, and Maya Yoshida up in the stands. Jos was happy chatting, my Wimbledon supporting mate was asking allsorts of questions and Jos was happy to oblige with answers. My mate asked him what was the main difference between Adkins and Pochettino as we had obviously improved, Jos replied "defending" "We just could not defend - now we defend from the front".

Far more annoying is the careless greedy whatsit who took far too much Mustard on their hotdog, no doubt using the last of it up!!!

According to someone further up the page he has been!!

Bloody cheeky bugger, there ain't no flat caps and blankets in the Chapel ............... yet! You are getting us confused with the middle of the Kingsland where there is a risk of scalding if they haven't screwed the lid on the Thermos before nodding off. The Chapel is quiet compared to the Northam and Itchen north, but it's full of folks who were the Northam in the 70's & 80's. what you find happens is folks drop into a trance like state of being absorbed in the game. Especially as the quality of football has a little more finesse than it had in the '70s especially. It's hard to explain, I use to sit with the landlord of the Junction Pub, when we walked away from the game, Mrs JBS would often comment that me and him were on a different planet, we would hold a conversation about the game as it went on like we were somewhere else. She said it was quite surreal at times: I guess 95% of the time most folks around me are "somewhere else" during the game. On the fipside the Northam isn't as noisy as it once was. c'est la Vie