DTS
The Business
Mine came on Saturday.I have sat in the front row of the South Upper pretty much since the stand was built. I have never had any hint of what was about to come on Saturday vs the Saints.
It was the 2nd half - We were on another dangerous attack. Freddy some how managed to square to to Bradbury who cut it back from the bi-line leaving the defender on his arse.
All that was left now was the fairly simple job of putting it past the keeper. I like the rest of the south upper started to stand up in ancitipation of a goal. As Bradbury pulled back his foot to smack the ball home I felt certain in would be a goal.
Sadly however Bradders skied his shot and the ball was heading right for me. No problem I thought I had plenty of time to react. As Dad of DtS will confirm back in my playing days I could head the ball with the best of them so I decided to head the ball back onto the pitch.
I had headed the ball back once at Macclesfield away after a wayward Bombhead shot and it had given all around me a cheer altough I did have a lot of "think brau" in me at that stage.
The milli-seconds as the ball flew towards me seem to take forever. I had a perfect angle as the ball came closer and closer. I lined up my forehead perfectly for the header of my life.................Then................
The bloke infront of me stuck out a finger tip, it diverted the course of the ball - Not much but just enough to divert the ball from my prime forehead onto the side of my face making a massive slapping sound on impact.
Everyone for 20 seats round me burst out into laughter. Even Dad of DtS the one person I can rely on in a crisis was chuckling. My face has now been sore for two days and it slightly hurts to eat from the left side of my mouth.
Can anyone beat this ultimate humiliation.
It was the 2nd half - We were on another dangerous attack. Freddy some how managed to square to to Bradbury who cut it back from the bi-line leaving the defender on his arse.
All that was left now was the fairly simple job of putting it past the keeper. I like the rest of the south upper started to stand up in ancitipation of a goal. As Bradbury pulled back his foot to smack the ball home I felt certain in would be a goal.
Sadly however Bradders skied his shot and the ball was heading right for me. No problem I thought I had plenty of time to react. As Dad of DtS will confirm back in my playing days I could head the ball with the best of them so I decided to head the ball back onto the pitch.
I had headed the ball back once at Macclesfield away after a wayward Bombhead shot and it had given all around me a cheer altough I did have a lot of "think brau" in me at that stage.
The milli-seconds as the ball flew towards me seem to take forever. I had a perfect angle as the ball came closer and closer. I lined up my forehead perfectly for the header of my life.................Then................
The bloke infront of me stuck out a finger tip, it diverted the course of the ball - Not much but just enough to divert the ball from my prime forehead onto the side of my face making a massive slapping sound on impact.
Everyone for 20 seats round me burst out into laughter. Even Dad of DtS the one person I can rely on in a crisis was chuckling. My face has now been sore for two days and it slightly hurts to eat from the left side of my mouth.
Can anyone beat this ultimate humiliation.