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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 11:05:27 GMT
Agree with that one to a degree... just! (Although it still means the shot was off-target, even if by just a few inches!)
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Post by register on Apr 4, 2011 14:12:57 GMT
Agree with that one to a degree... just! (Although it still means the shot was off-target, even if by just a few inches!) Goodness...you're a hard man to please Budleigh!  |
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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 17:26:36 GMT
The one that really gets me, whilst we're on the subject, is that inane commentary; "That was just inches wide with the keeper beaten".
No, no, no... If the shot is not on target, then the keeper wasn't beaten. It has to be on target, and past the keeper to have 'beaten the keeper'. If not, a shot skewed so badly from the edge of the box which then goes out near the half-way flag can be considered to have done so, which is clearly ridiculous.
The keeper covers his goal; if a ball comes toward him and he goes to stop it going any further but fails in his interception from which the ball then either goes in for an opposition goal, or is intercepted by one of his own players, then he was beaten.
If he dives but it goes wide he hasn't been beaten by the shot because he was only required to stop it reaching the specific target.
If he jumps for a high shot and the ball misses his fingertips by a whisker and then hits the bar, he wasn't beaten because if it had been low enough to result in a goal, it would've been low enough for the keeper to have stopped it. The same with a dive that sees the ball hit the post.
It is time to outlaw such drivel from the commentary box!!
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Post by aussie on Apr 4, 2011 17:35:11 GMT
Yeah right, with the likes of Sparks and co. They teach the new ones bad techniques!
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Post by chelstongull on Apr 4, 2011 18:31:48 GMT
The one that really gets me, whilst we're on the subject, is that inane commentary; " That was just inches wide with the keeper beaten". No, no, no... If the shot is not on target, then the keeper wasn't beaten. It has to be on target, and past the keeper to have 'beaten the keeper'. If not, a shot skewed so badly from the edge of the box which then goes out near the half-way flag can be considered to have done so, which is clearly ridiculous. The keeper covers his goal; if a ball comes toward him and he goes to stop it going any further but fails in his interception from which the ball then either goes in for an opposition goal, or is intercepted by one of his own players, then he was beaten. If he dives but it goes wide he hasn't been beaten by the shot because he was only required to stop it reaching the specific target. If he jumps for a high shot and the ball misses his fingertips by a whisker and then hits the bar, he wasn't beaten because if it had been low enough to result in a goal, it would've been low enough for the keeper to have stopped it. The same with a dive that sees the ball hit the post. It is time to outlaw such drivel from the commentary box!! Everything okay Bud, you seem a little agitated today? ;D "That would have been a great goal if it had gone in" ;D |
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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 18:36:56 GMT
I'm fine!!
Just had a few things on my chest, now removed!
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Post by aussie on Apr 4, 2011 18:38:26 GMT
I'm fine!! Just had a few things on my chest, now removed! Did you use wax? ;D |
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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 19:46:59 GMT
I've actually been thinking about the Rooney swearing episode on Sky TV. One that was completely uncalled for and, in my opinion, one that demands more than a two-match ban; possibly a spell out of the game of six-months or so. I don't want my living room sullied by his ignorant, arrogant and uncouth bile. What made it worse, in my view, was the way Alan Shearer dismissed it as an irrelevancy as the player had apologised, after the BBC re-ran it in all it’s ‘glory’ on Match of the Day, in the full knowledge that it had stirred up problems already.
Anyone who says it was excusable due to the 'heat of the moment' emotion or 'the excitement of his achievement' and that an apology had been issued, therefore the chapter is closed, answer the question at the end of this piece.
Some years ago, in the early-eighties, I was working in Tonbridge as right-hand man to the world’s most successful horological dealer; a business that even then turned over millions.
He had been watching my fledgling career for a number of years before bringing me on board to be mentored with a view to possibly taking over his position.
After a number of months working with him we were visited by a gentleman and his wife who wished to purchase an antique clock for their home in Sevenoaks. This prospective client was a very well-known ex-Chelsea footballer turned manager and a household name at the time. I dealt with him the best I could and over the course of a number of weeks, and after numerous visits to the showroom from both the couple and he alone, I believed we were close to having a decision made. It was, for me, of real importance that I could get something out of this and prove I was of worth to the business. A few good dealings and there was the chance I’d be let loose with our important North American and European clients.
But having heard nothing from him I was getting the feeling the deal was dead-in-the-water, until, out-of-the-blue the following Thursday morning he called to speak with me and explained that he and his wife had whittled it down to three clocks but couldn’t agree which of the three to go for. They would therefore like to visit me at the showroom the following morning and try to make a decision. At this point I offered them the opportunity to have me bring the three to their home so as to give them the chance to view each in situ and hopefully make the decision a little easier. This was accepted with some thanks.
I arrived the following afternoon and unloaded the three pieces, setting them up in different rooms in the house so as to give them an idea of how each would look in a different setting. After an hour or two of chatting and going through the different aspects of each clock we retired to the kitchen for sandwiches made by his wife, and more consideration of the merits of each clock.
I then gave them some time to think things over themselves and sat patiently in the living room. After a short amount of time they came back in and we all sat down with their son (who I believe had arrived back from school).
The chap then told me that after considering all three, and seeing them in their settings, they were actually going to buy the lot, have all three… a hat-trick of sales!
Now imagine that at that point I stood up, and in a fit of unbridled excitement and emotion at such a result, ran across the room, put my face right up into that of their teenage son and, in a contorted rage, screamed ‘f**k you… f** off!!’
Do you think that on turning to face the father he would’ve given me a beaming smile of understanding and a chance to calm done and make an apology, before writing out a large cheque?
Or would I have been sent on my way, knowing that before I had driven the half-hour back to the showroom my job would be gone and my career, and reputation, in my chosen field ruined and in tatters?
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Post by noddingtons on Apr 4, 2011 20:27:33 GMT
I've actually been thinking about the Rooney swearing episode on Sky TV. One that was completely uncalled for and, in my opinion, one that demands more than a two-match ban; possibly a spell out of the game of six-months or so. I don't want my living room sullied by his ignorant, arrogant and uncouth bile. What made it worse, in my view, was the way Alan Shearer dismissed it as an irrelevancy as the player had apologised, after the BBC re-ran it in all it’s ‘glory’ on Match of the Day, in the full knowledge that it had stirred up problems already. Anyone who says it was excusable due to the 'heat of the moment' emotion or 'the excitement of his achievement' and that an apology had been issued, therefore the chapter is closed, answer the question at the end of this piece. Some years ago, in the early-eighties, I was working in Tonbridge as right-hand man to the world’s most successful horological dealer; a business that even then turned over millions. He had been watching my fledgling career for a number of years before bringing me on board to be mentored with a view to possibly taking over his position. After a number of months working with him we were visited by a gentleman and his wife who wished to purchase an antique clock for their home in Sevenoaks. This prospective client was a very well-known ex-Chelsea footballer turned manager and a household name at the time. I dealt with him the best I could and over the course of a number of weeks, and after numerous visits to the showroom from both the couple and he alone, I believed we were close to having a decision made. It was, for me, of real importance that I could get something out of this and prove I was of worth to the business. A few good dealings and there was the chance I’d be let loose with our important North American and European clients. But having heard nothing from him I was getting the feeling the deal was dead-in-the-water, until, out-of-the-blue the following Thursday morning he called to speak with me and explained that he and his wife had whittled it down to three clocks but couldn’t agree which of the three to go for. They would therefore like to visit me at the showroom the following morning and try to make a decision. At this point I offered them the opportunity to have me bring the three to their home so as to give them the chance to view each in situ and hopefully make the decision a little easier. This was accepted with some thanks. I arrived the following afternoon and unloaded the three pieces, setting them up in different rooms in the house so as to give them an idea of how each would look in a different setting. After an hour or two of chatting and going through the different aspects of each clock we retired to the kitchen for sandwiches made by his wife, and more consideration of the merits of each clock. I then gave them some time to think things over themselves and sat patiently in the living room. After a short amount of time they came back in and we all sat down with their son (who I believe had arrived back from school). The chap then told me that after considering all three, and seeing them in their settings, they were actually going to buy the lot, have all three… a hat-trick of sales! Now imagine that at that point I stood up, and in a fit of unbridled excitement and emotion at such a result, ran across the room, put my face right up into that of their teenage son and, in a contorted rage, screamed ‘f**k you… f** off!!’ Do you think that on turning to face the father he would’ve given me a beaming smile of understanding and a chance to calm done and make an apology, before writing out a large cheque? Or would I have been sent on my way, knowing that before I had driven the half-hour back to the showroom my job would be gone and my career, and reputation, in my chosen field ruined and in tatters? don't really see the similarity there, Budders...were you on sky high wages?...you do look like Nick Hancock though... |
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Post by lambethgull on Apr 4, 2011 20:43:36 GMT
Wayne Rooney is an oaf, but the pieties we've had to endure following the weekend's incident have annoyed me more than the episode itself. "What a tit" was my reaction, and I genuinely don't understand the outrage others seem to be feeling.
As much as I enjoyed your anecdote Budleigh, it's not really an accurate analogy is it? I'm no expert, but the general consensus within our society is that horologists don't run around their shops and people's homes yelling obscentities...footballers on the other hand do that every week – indeed I heard some from the Plainmoor pitch no less on Saturday! The only difference here is that Rooney has made a spectacle of himself by yelling into a TV camera. Well if those parents who were mortally offended had taken their beloved to a game of live football, or encouraged them to get off their backsides and play some football instead, they wouldn't have heard or seen it would they?
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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 21:23:52 GMT
There are definite similarities...
Wayne Rooney was effectively in 'the living rooms' of those, who through Sky subscriptions and therefore the Premier League, paid for him to do the job he does. He abused that by screaming obscenities at not only those customers who fork out this money, but their children in a way that couldn’t be ignored. Total disrespect for the customer of his employers.
What I was putting across in the story above was how, at the time of my sale, I felt the same emotions as Rooney by achieving something of great importance after a period of some uncertainty. I was in the same position being that I was in front of customers and their child in their own home, as Rooney effectively was when addressing the television camera, but I finished the deal with a smile and a handshake, not by throwing abuse at the family. In any other walk of life, if someone treated his pay-master’s clients in the way Rooney has done, they would be, as mentioned above, instantly dismissed.
I may be seen to hold a moral ground that is possibly deemed 'old-fashioned' but that sort of contempt for the client, along with the more reprehensible action of using such vulgar language in front of young children and women, is just not acceptable, apology or no apology after the event.
I do not allow any swearing in my household when the children are around, nor would I dream of using such language to my wife. It may be felt that ‘that’s the way it is today’, but as far as I’m concerned it need not be the case, and whilst I have some control in my home it isn’t a part of our day-to-day language, and I don’t want someone, in a part of the day when my six-year old is quite innocently watching a football match, subjecting my family to his low standards in our own living room.
That this sort of language is in use at football games and in the street cannot be argued, but by-and-large it is in a different context and more-often-than-not is far enough away as to go over the head of many youngsters.
I am not naive enough to think that my two boys won't be subjected to this sort of language, and indeed use it at some point in their lives when older, but I want them to learn respect and not think it acceptable to use such language in the disrespectful manner of Wayne Rooney.
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Post by lambethgull on Apr 4, 2011 21:37:58 GMT
I find it almost impossible to believe that there are thousands of well-brought up children up and down the country who have been depraved by Wayne Rooney's actions on Saturday. I heard far worse on my school bus every day! But anyone who is offended or threatened by the effects of Wayne Rooney’s obscenities can take comfort from the outpouring of disgust and sanctimony (real, feigned or otherwise) which followed it.
I don't favour a free for all where any footballer or person can go around swearing and being deliberately offensive, but a two game ban seems proportionate to me. The suggestion of a 6 month ban for what is nothing more than an imbecilic misdemeanour is ridiculous!!
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Post by Budleigh on Apr 4, 2011 21:41:00 GMT
You miss the point. It wasn't just the language, it was the aggressive nature it was used toward others, including women and children, and the disrespect to those who were paying Rooney.
We all have different moral codes and this behaviour fell way short of that which I deem acceptable. But that is my opinion and I wouldn't expect others to necessarily hold the same views as we all have different ways of seeing things...
For instance Lambeth regularly heard worse on his school bus, whereas at my school any child using that sort of language on school transport would've been immediately suspended and if it occurred a second time would've been expelled. Many would laugh at that sort of discipline today.
Everyone views things differently and with their own experiences to guide them and whose to say one is right over the other?
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Post by lambethgull on Apr 4, 2011 22:19:05 GMT
I'm not denying Rooney's actions were disrespectful, nor have I said they were acceptable. I don't claim my view is more right than anyone else's either (although I think they'd benefit from chilling out a bit  ). Yep, there was some shocking stuff on the bus Budleigh, much of which I won't dare repeat here in case I offend anybody! All I will say is that despite witnessing (and occasionally partaking) in that I have managed to cope in adulthood without too much of a descent into degeneracy. And I don't yell and swear at my colleagues or bosses either, even if I sometimes wish I could ;D |
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Post by chrish on Apr 4, 2011 22:25:58 GMT
"What a tit" was my reaction, and I genuinely don't understand the outrage others seem to be feeling. A prize tit in my opinion. He's already held the biggest club in England to ransom over his "meagre" wages and then did a U-Turn on his fake transfer request when they increased his wages, on the back of a less than poor showing in the world cup when our whole squad behaved like a bunch of yet to be paid mercenaries and the main employer had gone into liquidation. Let's not forget that Scouse Shrek has already used TV cameras both at Stamford Bridge where he gave a short review of Terry Gilliam's film, 12 Monkeys and in South Africa where he decided to have a go at England fans for booing a desperate display. I don't like booing teams but if I'd spent that much money going to the world cup I think I would expect the English national team to at least show a bit of fight and effort. I think since then and since the "transfer request" people expect a certain level of behaviour from him. I don't think it's actually the swearing that really offends people this time, it's just the manner of the outburst. I think after the sagas mentioned above a nice show of humility, like a couple of big charitable donations perhaps, put some of that obscene amount of money he earns to a good cause. But no, nothing like that. Football has provided Mr Rooney with an unbelievable amount of wealth. It's about time he stopped acting like an arrogant remorseless ungrateful scouse tw@t and let his undoubted skills do the talking. |
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