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  1. Doesn't Bristol need an arena for that? I was only thinking the other day looking at the Excel centre in London, that this would be another way Bristol would pay the price for being run by people who do nothing but argue and prevaricate rather than ever deliver the facilities needed by a large city. Short of the army assembling temporary buildings, where are they going to put these beds? The Fleece? A couple of sports halls? I know AG is helping the NHS, and as the largest 'exhibition space' the concourse probably is the best bet, but not 1000 beds.
  2. The whole thing is beyond cringeworthy. Why Sunderland signed up to do it a second time is beyond me. The first series was an interesting insight albeit like watching a slow car crash. This second series seems to be a self-pitying mess of Sunderland fans with sad music and repeated attempts to build up disappointment and then highlight their misery (and swearing). By the time they lost at Wembley a second time a lady in floods of tears was going "why is it never us, why is it never ****** us". At that point you just have to laugh at this utter garbage. As a reminder Sunderland was in the Premier League three years ago, and for the best part of over 20 years before that. They've also won the Championship 4 times in the last 25 years. They need to get a grip. I'd be embarrassed if our club lacked that much self awareness or proportion. The only interesting insight was deadline day (also emotional rather than sensible). Oh, and marketing guy was literally David Brent does football. "My role is to have a vision. To imagine things. To - feel things. And to then express those feelings into plan, strategies, ideas."
  3. Published yesterday, after just Webster last year, our lone entrant this year is (drum roll)... Two of our loan players - Joe Morrell & Jonny Smith - are also profiled as players who didn't quite make it, but almost got in the top 50: It's not really a top 50, more who is trending in all three divisions, although they say it is opposition fans votes weighted by division. For what it's worth Lee Tomlin is resurrected at 47 and there are also inclusions for Nicky Maynard (43) and Cauley Woodrow (40). Maynard's inclusion is accompanied by an interview discussing his departure from Bristol City - he says we'll be kicking ourselves. Micky believes Leicester offered us £6m. I seem to recall it was just over half that. Pretty sure we aren't turning down £6m in 2011. For what it's worth no Joe Bryan or Bobby Reid, but the top 10 has 3 former targets (Dack 10, Sawyers 9, Watkins 6). Mitrovic is 1.
  4. Yes, by a quirk of fate we won the last game for two consecutive seasons 4-1 against relegated sides at Ashton Gate. This one was a Leroy Rosenior hat trick and Wayne Allison. From memory all close range with Tinnion and Mark Gavin pulling the strings and a couple of youngsters playing. Was a few days after or before the Chris Garland testimonial against Man Utd where we scored another three too.
  5. (Yes I am bored)
  6. What was it? And if you're bored, your starting point is this match - where we scored 13 seconds from kick off in the first half and 14 seconds from kick off in the second half: (There's also a Junior Bent far post header if you're a fan of the unexpected)
  7. Plot twist (someone else to sell the ground to)
  8. Well quite. I made the point on here more than a week ago so I'm not going to labour it, but this continues to baffle me to this day and will for the rest of my life if the country suffers badly this year or I lose friends or family to this disease. As mentioned before there was literally historical precedent for being able to ground all flights across Europe at the drop of a hat, so why didn't we do so when we saw this developing - even from regions affected would have been a start. People were flying in from Northern Italy and tweeting their free passage through UK airports unchecked when it was already out of control. Yet try flying into Heathrow from Lisbon if you're not white - they can do it if they want to. I'm amazed the usual newspapers didn't make a fuss. A few dark people in a rubber dinghy off Dover and they all lose their shit, but 1000s of people flying in and out of the country from disease central and no one says a ******* thing. I can only guess the government was a) worried about financial hit to airlines, b) inconveniencing Brits skiing in Northern Italy and/or c) simply isn't up to the task of taking back control of borders, other than as a soundbite to win votes. The double standards are astounding. The country has been consumed for years with the threat of foreigners and whipped into a frenzy to control the border. Given the first practical exercise to do so we do **** all and no one says a thing. If they had been refugees arriving from Lombardy, this would have played out very differently...
  9. Latest FT graph is out tonight "UK in real trouble here" we'll be on lock down by Tuesday https://twitter.com/jburnmurdoch/status/1241465632589254656?s=21
  10. [Evening quarantine fans. Back in the early days of the internet there were some City fans who communicated via an email group and that's where I first started posting despatches from the odd away game - mainly to return the favour for others who did the same when I couldn't afford it or had been banned by my mum. By the power of old VHS tapes and internet archives, I've recreated the day for you (minus the alcohol) with both the TV highlights and my actual email from the day - proving once and for all my reports bare no relation to what actually happens.] At the start of the match, 3 points was our expectation and hope, and in the closing stages of the game it was also very much our target. But that badly underestimates what went between. To be perfectly honest, for most of the game City fans would have taken a point if it had been offered. And if it wasn't for Jim Brennan and Bo Andersen being in exceptional form, even a point would have been way out of reach. A large away support filled Stockport's uncovered terraced end, whilst more City fans took their seats in the main stand away to our right. Although it is hard to believe from what followed, the game kicked off in bright sunshine... The main source of amusement pre-match was that the home side had hired pop-rap combo East 17 to do a spot of work on the turf in the away end penalty area. (You had to be there…). City fans were ominously silent pregame, but then erupted at kick off (punctuated by a well respected minutes silence for Hillsborough) to fill the ground with noise, and shame the embarrassingly silent home fans. There isn't really much that can be said about the first half. Neither side played particularly attractive football, but to say City were flattered to go in at half time with a 0-0 draw was an understatement. Stockport - a strong physical quick to break side - could quite easily have been several goals ahead by the interval, against a woefully lacklustre City side, who did have ideas, but were struggling badly to put them into effect, not least because the striking partnership of Torpey and Andersen was well shackled by the County central defence. A run through of the early action is difficult, because it remains a nasty blur in my mind. City were struggling to get the ball through midfield, and Torpey's height advantage was of no value in the first half against huge defenders. At the back City defended very nervously, and very slow and un-assuredly. Even Taylor was making mistakes, and Sebok, although wonderfully gifted, was frustrating with cultured - but effectively weak - clearances. The prime culprit (for much of the game in fact) was Louis Carey, who - as is surely now obvious - is not a right back. He's a great central defender, but on the right his hesitancy, pace and reactions are badly exposed. His positioning is also very poor, which allowed Stockport to get around him with little difficulty and get the ball into the box. Sebok was working flat out to cover for Carey's mistakes, which pulled him out of the middle, and opened more holes for Stockport. All this added up to far too much possession for Stockport. Several easy chances were spurned by the Stockport strikers, blazing high, wide, left, right, and anywhere but the goal. Tony Ellis was most guilty, with only the keeper to beat, he launched a shot over the away end. City's poor clearances kept the pressure on, and there were a series of nerve jangling penalty area scrambles, where the mystery of Stockport's failiure to score was almost of X-Files proportions. In one incident, a minute long pinball session inside the City 6 yard box had somehow failed to deliver a goal, when a decisive shot was made. As it headed low over the line towards the bottom right, Torpey somehow (and I emphasise somehow because it was a miracle) managed to slide in and hook the ball up and over the bar. The basic laws of maths, physics, trajectories, trigonometry etc. went out the window as the striker managed to change the ball's direction by 90 degrees up into the air, and send it behind and out for a corner. But even this first half magic was surpassed by Bo Andersen, who had an absolute stormer. First, with Stockport ready to unload a fairly simple goalbound shot from 15 yards out, Bo sprinted forward and dived bravely to smother the shot. Then - and most impressively - Bo confirmed the comparisons with countryman Schmeichel. Another period of County pressure, and another short cross floated across the box. A County head went up only a couple of yards out, to bury what really was a certain goal. Showing unbelievable reactions, Bo managed to swing his arm across the block the shot. Schmeichel has performed similar point blank snap saves from close range headers in European ties, for which he has received massive plaudits. It is only right we recognise Bo's effort too, as an absolutely world class save from an almost certain goal. Stockport's domination seemed to garner little noise or support from their silent supporters, and with the large away support subdued by City's first half struggle, portions of the half were played out to eerie quiet. At the other end of the pitch, City's only efforts - particularly during one mid first half bright spell of possession (possession really being the key factor all game) were attempted headers from Tinnion and Brennan crosses. Torpey was dealt with well for the most part, and Andersen, whilst impressive holding the ball up and executing tricks to juggle the ball back and forth away from the attention of opponents, was providing very little passing or end product. Sebok went close with a header from a corner, whilst Carey ended a good run by being set through on goal, into the box, only to fall under the challenge, but see no sympathy for his penalty claims. At half time, Stockport could have been in a commanding lead. As it was the game was still tied, and there was all to play for. But whilst City supporters rallied around the team, a demand for Lennartsson and co. to 'sort it out' was in evidence. And so it was. The second half seemed to be transformed by what I can only assume was some very astute tactical changes and pointers to their players from both managers. A far more open affair, with both sides appearing to play well to their strengths: Stockport using strength and speed to break quickly and dangerously onto long balls, and City to play steady passing, and then incisive wing interplay to set up chances. Unfortunately, it became increasingly difficult to appreciate the subtle differences of the second half, due mainly to the fact that we were getting drowned in the away end. That's right - the sky had clouded over at half time, and before the players restarted the heavens opened and sent torrential heavy rain and hail stones down onto the standing uncovered City fans on the away terrace. (And all for the very reasonable figure of £13.. thanks for nothing Stockport). This wasn't just your average passing spring shower. With supporters soaked to the skin midway through the second half, and rain still falling heavily, we kind of imagined we might be leaving the ground on an Ark. Strangely, this experience was to work in our favour, as the majority of fans (i.e. everyone but the babies who went and hid behind the shelter of a wall on one of the Stockport stands) decided that instead of standing dripping and shivering, they would raise the volume, and whip up massive support. Unfortunately, in the opening exchanges of this half, City were still lacklustre, and Stockport eventually took a long overdue lead through Tony Ellis. This led to some of the most bizarre scenes ever seen, which surely left the home sides passionless support reeling in confusion, as the City setback was greeted by the away support increasing the noise, and bouncing up and down to a chant, led admirably by a couple of bare-chested nutters who saw fit to ignore the weather, and remove their City tops and swing them above their head. I would imagine that a pub team would need a damn good excuse to not respond to this kind of bewildering and overwhelming backing, and unsurprisingly (once again the 1 goal defecit also a catalyst) City settled into their game and actually played football. The ball was stroked around midfield without Stockport getting a look in, and within minutes City had equalised. After a couple of short passes, Brennan found himself breaking into the box from the left, and having skipped past one tackle, had a sight of goal. A striker may have been excused for missing from here, but Brennan seems to be putting in a late run to challenge Akinbiyi for player of the season honours, and fired a perfect low shot past the keeper into the far corner. Professional photographers who like to capture brilliant and 'artistic' pictures of moments which capture the spirit and emotion of football would have had a field day at this point. Brennan - celebrating his first goal for the club - punched the air and ran towards the 'flooded' away terraces, where supporters were going mental. Supporters ran, slid and jumped their way forward down the streams that were once terracing, to converge at the side of the pitch and mob Brennan. Players joined in, and any snapshot at this point would have captured the sheer passion and deisre that goes with supporting or playing for Bristol City Football Club. I won't forget the sight rain-soaked fans looking up at the dark badly overcast sky and punching the air, or of torrents of water splashing and spraying everywhere as supporters released the tension of the poor performance and awful conditions, by mobbing Brennan. This fired City up more, and the side continued to play brightly, looking for 3points. Tinnion, Brown and Brennan were carving open the left, and Howells was beginning to set the pace of the game, and take control in central midfield. For the first time in the game, City weren't giving away possession, and as a result the defence were not under pressure, and City were able to press forward. But for all their efforts, the two strikers were getting little change in midfield, and Andersen in particular had clearly run out of ideas and was less and less of a threat with every attack. Stockport were still dangerous breaking forward off long balls, and it was on one such move that Bo Andersen decided to remind City supporters who it was that had kept us in the game. Stockport worked the ball forward well, and the ball fell to a midfielder 25 yards out who struck the kind of perfect rising spinning shot towards the top left corner that has gone in, every time this season. In fact for the second time in the match, most supporters were already in 'Oh ****ing hell they've scored' mode, especially with Bo standing closer to the right post. I think the netting inside the left post was already extending back in anticipation of the goal, when Bo sprung, with absolutely world class reactions, to dive high to his right, and effectively fly through the air, and get a fingertip to what was a perfectly and powerfully hit ball. 1 exceptional save in a game is brilliant. 2 exceptional saves, and it's confirmation that we have a real real talent on our hands. It didn't matter of course. It was all academic as Stockport went back into the lead anyway. City's pressure and play had dropped again, and on another County attack, from our poor vantage point through rain at the other end of the pitch, it seemed a striker was given far too much time in the box, with very little of help coming from the close attentions of our defence, which ultimately led to the striker rifling the ball past Bo. I didn't have a good view, but Bo had a go at his defenders afterwards (to keep up his excellent impression of Schmeichel) so I imagine they were somewhat at fault. For the most part, this was curl up and die time. Rain sheeting down, City have gone behind again, and basically just another kick in the teeth in such a horrible season. We gloomily reflected, that as with everything else that passed since kick off, we'd be more than happy with a point. But City weren't done. Some more bright and enterprising play, and then Tinnion fired home his second in seven days. The continuing downpour, and the shivering blurred this goal in my memory, but it was another smart and well excuted finish, which was again greeted by explosive celebrations, which included Cramb, in substitutes tracksuit, a long way onto the pitch, and confirming to us that he still holds the club in very high regards. For the first time in the game, 3 points became a possibility, a hope, and the players certainly proved they were up for it too. Tinnion and Brennan continued to link up well, and the space that opened up on the pitch was in sharp contrast to the first half. City were able to pass the ball across midfield from one wing to the other, and construct well worked moves. Unfortunately the ease in which this was happening led to several lazy passes which lost possession, but on the whole, City were threatening strongly for the first time in the game. Andersen and Brown were withdrawn for Goodridge, and the very popular introduction of Cramb. But for a few moments of worry at the other end (not helped by Carey continuing an awful performance of positioning and awareness) City played brightly for the final moments of the game, but found that but for the enterprise of Tinnion, Brennan, Howells and Locke, the final chance was often snuffed out, and final balls were being cut out. Cramb was roaming around deep on the wings and in midfield, eagerly looking for possession, and to link up the attack, and there was a good reminder of Cramb’s abilities as he collected the ball with his back to goal in midfield, and then rampaged forward, leading his teammates forward into the box. Goodridge had a few bright moments very late on, breaking in from the wing, and getting down to the edge of the area. Unfortunately this left the ball all too often on his un-favoured left foot, and he chose to pass more often than not, which did keep up City's late run of possession, but rarely threatened. The final action of note was another strong City attack, and the ball finding its way to Goodridge at an acute angle 15 yards out from goal towards the right wing. The keeper was just off his line, with half a mind on the City attackers near him, and there was a small gap for a difficult shot inside the keeper at the near post. It was a chance, but Goodridge fired high and wide of the target, when he should have at least forced the keeper to make a save. So the 3 points that was very much the target at kick off, was again the target when the final whistle of another strangely long injury time period blew, but in the end it was a point won, a point that we would have been happy with on the balance of play for most of the game. A word for the match officials, and in particular two absolutely awful linesman. Lennartsson was consistently furious with them for a never-ending series of bewildering decisions, awarding throw ins the wrong way, failing to see clear handballs, a typical selection of impossible offside decisions, and an inability to inform the referee of incidents they had a clear view of. In addition, the lack of consistency from the referee, and his eagerness to book City players, but not their counterparts, was also confusing. Within a second half minute, Brown was booked for barging an opponent out of the way and sending him sprawling, and seconds later an identical incident happened in reverse at the other end, leaving Locke lieing against an advertising hoarding, but nothing was done. The game also threatened to boil over on several occasions in the second half. First a confrontation resulted in a Stockport defender lashing out at Torpey. Torpey walked away, with the culprit talking to the referee. But the referee called Torpey across, and gave both a talking too. How the defender escaped a booking only the referee knows. Then, more seriously, an Andersen run was curtailed by a defender, it was unclear what happened, but the defender seemed to blatantly lash out at Andersen - this was certainly the opinion of everyone I was with. Players converged, Locke particularly aggrieved, and Torpey came across, more than anything else I thought, to break up the players. The end result was that Torpey was booked, and nothing for anyone else. The linesman had a clear view of this, and was rightly on the end of some serious anger from a very animated Lennartsson. On the day, it was certainly a point gained, but on reflection at the standard of opposition, it was worrying that we so struggled for much of the game and failed to take any more than the single point. Whilst current form is good, with seemingly tougher fixtures ahead, it will need another step up in performances if we are going to get out of what still worrying seems to be a very difficult task ahead. In other words, there was further display of City's new found grit and determination today, but in the end analysis, I'm less optimistic than I was this time last week. Andersen 10 - Several superb saves. Put simply, if not for his saves, we could have lost by several goals Brennan 9 - What can you say about him. Class. Absolute class. His foray forward from which he scored, was one of many, he was always lively and dangerous, he linked up well with Tinnion, he tested the keeper with a free kick, and as a defender, there was the small matter of outpacing and tackling opponents, and clearing danger. I don't know what he's on, but I'd love some! Carey 5 - Very poor. I have never believed him a capable right back, and here was further proof. Slow to react, and poor positioning let him down Taylor 6 - Some good moments, but for Taylor an untypically below par showing Sebok 6 - Clearly an excellent player (one exceptional first half tackle outside the box) but not always applying the necessary power to his accurate clearances. To be fair, he was struggling with Carey in his quarter of the pitch, but a generally solid performance Locke 6 - An average game from Locke. There wasn't too much of note, but his usual steady contribution Howells 6 - A mixture of lazy passes and anonymity in the first half, until City started playing, when he controlled the pace of the game, and kept possession and passing flowing with sensible and assured play Brown 6 - Another average performance. Some moments of youthful enterprise and good balance, and also some moments of reluctance to get stuck in, and carelessness with possession. (sub Goodridge) Tinnion 7 - Wasn't always hitting the right notes with his passing, fairly careless and wasteful, but an integral part of our left wing production line, and a well taken goal Torpey 6 - His best moment was an unbelievable goalline clearance that had the crowd singing his name. Only a certain amount of hold up play, and his much vaunted value against Stockport with height transpired to be very little, and very inneffective. As a target man, he was always a threat, but was never truly dangerous, and never really tested the keeper Andersen 6 - Good control and hold up play, but no idea what to do with the ball, how to pass, and his good intentions usually ended up dwelling on the ball and losing posession. Not direct or quick enough. Benny obviously had half time words, because he started passing wide to Tinnion in the second half, but generally he was getting no change from the big physical defenders. (sub Cramb)
  11. We have all heard lots of hypothetical moral dilemmas in our lives, but London at the moment is an extraordinary real life moral dilemma. You are 100% correct about low skilled low wage workers, though many people don't seem to think they exist, they are the invisible workforce, and shutting London down would be devastating for them. Until the government combines formal shutdown with some underwriting of these wages (not the inprecise, passive instructions) people will keep going about their business even if it's wrong. It's easy for people who can work from home, or go without wages, to sneer, but there are a lot of people who desperately need to keep their work. Our office cleaner last night was in tears, we're her last office open, most of our lot have gone home and she says if we also close today she's got no work and no pay (zero hours cleaning contractor) and two young kids to support. There are people like this all over the city, unless the employer is underwriting wages and shutting down. And yet all across social and even from our PM last night I hear we should all be in this together and people still going about their business are selfish, we must pull together and follow instructions. It's amazing double standards, we don't pull together to help them afford to be out of work. Their survival instinct goes beyond just COVID-19. It's a moral dilemma I'm struggling with. I wish the government would remove the uncertainty.
  12. I've been working all day and you've had my name in your mouth all day from the mentions I've just seen. I'm sorry that you didn't get the catch you were fishing for, I can't imagine how sad your life must be to spend your day trolling people on the web. While you're trying to be clever and acting like I don't care about people dieing, I had challenged why people were flying in and out of the country freely but there was talk about shutting football down as a priority. The problem didn't come here via football. Exactly ten years ago the whole of Europe shut down flights in seconds and for two weeks. It's that easy. Am sure it would've been more effective. I know this because it took me a week to get back to Bristol from work and I missed my dad passing away after a year by his side in intensive care. So spare me your pathetic trolling like I don't care about older generations dieing. I was very clear I was talking about double standards. No one said shit about flights or stopping them yet it was obviously the source of the problem. But now there is a narrative that stopping football is the plan. I call out bull**** you just post it. Now kindly **** off and stop mentioning me.
  13. Not to make light of what is clearly an escalating situation, but why are football fans always the thing people want to stop first. Icy streets stop football fans. Terrorist threats check football fans jackets. COVID-19 play football behind closed doors. Meanwhile everyone else do what the **** you like. We were talking about Coronavirus at Leeds away - that's when it was first reported in the UK. A month ago. It had already taken hold in Italy. Did we stop people heading off to ski in Northern Italy? I haven't left the country for a holiday, I work hard and want to follow my team around England. The last thing I want to do is catch or pass on a virus to the vulnerable, but FFS it's been fine for a different class of people to get their annual ski trip done first. I get it, big crowds, virus out of control, moving from containment to delay. But there is a sub-text. Football fans are irresponsible, football fans are unhygienic. I could get it on the tube - and more likely too. Why are football fans a different class of big crowd. Politicians won't bat an eye lid if football fans all end up £100s out of pocket on trains and match tickets let alone season ticket. Meanwhile holidaymakers have a thing called travel insurance and when the government pulls the plug, they get them all home. Sorry, this is a bit of a misplaced rant, it is a serious situation, I just detest the double standards.
  14. Disclaimer: as I've said many times before, I like Lee Johnson, and many of the things he has achieved, in particular how he set us up away from home. However garbage like this is why it's always so easy for his detractors to make fun of him. And makes it hard for me to take him seriously at times too. What does knowing that motorcyclists in Cirque du Soleil's "Motorcycle Globe of Death" act need split second timing, allow him to pass onto his team? That they need to be in sync? And that's a detailed or revelatory lesson? And now he wants to go and see a top choir to learn how they all keep tempo? These are vanity lessons he uses to embellish his own profile for the media. These insights add next to nothing to the team's development, how can it? My main gripe with LJ is he's avoided practical experience at the sharp end in his own domain - lower league success, experienced mentor, you name it. You can't earn that experience by looking at "nearest equivalent" (or worst, most "novel" metaphor). It's a quick learning, but it is not "been there done it". The experiences people need in any industry - and which LJ is always most conspicuously struggling with - are knowing how to solve familiar problems. I don't want to be operated on by a surgeon who hasn't studied medicine but knows how McLaren change their tyres. I want LJ to learn the job he's doing. Cirque du Soleil's "Motorcycle Globe of Death" - all busy bees.
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