southchurch
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I watched our chaps at the Olympics, I wanted them to win every event and I cheered them on TV because I couldn't get any tickets. I really enjoyed the games and thought we did very well. However I did not shout and abuse any athlete who did not win. OK I wasn't actually there but you know what I am saying. I did not have a tight knot in the pit of my stomach as I did yesterday when we did not get gold. In fact I was quite happy to see other countries win gold if the athlete performed beyond expectation.
Yesterday in the second half Prosser got the ball and it opened up in front of him and he ran with it. He ran with the ball from the edge of our penalty area , past the half way line.Then on approaching the Stanley penalty box on the left hand side he still had not been challenged. I watched in horror as he just did not know what to do. He literally just panicked. The ball at this point might as well have been made of lead. Like a rabbit in the headlights he let the ball just run away from him and lost it to Stanley without even a challenge having been made.
Well this is where things differed from the Olympics. Instead of just accepting that an athlete had not quite reached his best performance standard and clapping politely at the effort. I jumped up and shouted as loud as I could ' Your F@@@ing useless Prosser '. There was some young kids near me and I was totally out of order and I knew it. By game end my stomach was really hurting , all knotted up and I found I was clenching my fists so tightly together , it was blind rage and internal anger. As the whistle blew part of me wanted to run over to PS and just have it out with him. Of course I didn't , I just strolled out keeping it all inside. But it really did hurt and that is why football even at our pathetic level will always win against the Olympics. And why despite all the pain, I will always go.
Yesterday in the second half Prosser got the ball and it opened up in front of him and he ran with it. He ran with the ball from the edge of our penalty area , past the half way line.Then on approaching the Stanley penalty box on the left hand side he still had not been challenged. I watched in horror as he just did not know what to do. He literally just panicked. The ball at this point might as well have been made of lead. Like a rabbit in the headlights he let the ball just run away from him and lost it to Stanley without even a challenge having been made.
Well this is where things differed from the Olympics. Instead of just accepting that an athlete had not quite reached his best performance standard and clapping politely at the effort. I jumped up and shouted as loud as I could ' Your F@@@ing useless Prosser '. There was some young kids near me and I was totally out of order and I knew it. By game end my stomach was really hurting , all knotted up and I found I was clenching my fists so tightly together , it was blind rage and internal anger. As the whistle blew part of me wanted to run over to PS and just have it out with him. Of course I didn't , I just strolled out keeping it all inside. But it really did hurt and that is why football even at our pathetic level will always win against the Olympics. And why despite all the pain, I will always go.
