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  1. 20 hours ago, Redtucks said:

     last Saturday for instance, but have no idea of illnesses, mental states, family problems or a multitude of other problems that players may be suffering.


    Three teams will prevail in the end though, and claim promotion, and we will have no idea whether they too had "illness, mental states, family problems" or a "multitude of other problems" to deal with, like we may or may not be dealing with.

    The likelihood is that Bristol City are not alone in having things to deal with with their playing staff, on and off the pitch. This is why you have a manager (or, multiple staff), to "manage" problems.

  2. 15 hours ago, Blagdon red said:

     what is the point of going to football?


    Great question. 

    Used to be something like (and then, is something like now):

    1. To escape your humdrum existence, working down yer northern t'pit, or yer midlands factory. S'why we were/are never any good.

    2. It was also, to "let off steam," by shouting "you're crap/shite" at your own winger (when losing) or their winger (when winning). Or at your own board of directors when things got really crap. Latterly, the manager/head coach cops this, but they have brought this on themselves to a certain extent by saying "I'm great, me, I've done me badges" etc. But that's another point / story.

    3. In the 60s and 70s, the point of going to football was to kick someone's head in (simply another way to escape a humdrum existence and let off steam).

    4. After Italia 90, the point was still to kick the other lots heads in but also to show yer feminine side by bursting into tears at any setback and to demonstrate your appreciation of Italian opera (can this be right?)

    5. In the Premier League era, the point is to live vicariously off the "glamour" of the super star multi-millionaires and glorify the self by taking film and photos of the very, very famous multi-millionaire superstar celebrating a goal a few yards away by the corner flag, and then posting it on facebook or some such so everyone can see where you have been and what you have been up to.

    6. To shout something vile at someone very, very famous, and very, very wealthy, in person (then to tweet about it).

    7. Overall, though, it is mostly sad, disillusioned, overweight emotionally unintelligent, worryingly angry, drinking too much(white) blokes escaping their humdrum home lives and disappointing close interpersonal relationships (with wives, children, parents, siblings, themselves) for as long as they can possibly manage/get away with. It's why yer northern/London bloke loves football more than we do/we have such shite away support.


    Well, you did ask, Blagdon...

  3. 7 hours ago, FNQ said:

    Mate... Did you leave your PC unattended? Looks like your account has been hacked by some sad ******** who knows f@ck all about our club or our history... What a *****, assuming he's one of us I wonder what games he'll recall from this season in 44 years time when he's 52?

    BTW. I was there as a 17 year old and it was frickin brilliant... Well until just after the final whistle when we were being showered with glass and coins from all those brummies who ran across the pitch before then realsing that we were parked at the wrong end of the ground away from all the City coaches... Head down, scarf around waist underneath the jacket and  attempt at sad face on...  Sweeeeneey!

    Rovers took more there that season....

  4. 9 minutes ago, SR1 said:

    The bloke who does these reports expresses himself in a prosaic manner, but I thought (possibly wrongly) that you might be interested in it. Although he is critical of you he is also painfully aware, as are most of us, of our immense fallibility and over-achievement.


    Elland Road never got its second goal on Saturday. Leeds United promised and promised, tormented and teased, but it was Barnsley who obliged. Even their score was held tantalisingly back from the list of results on the big screen, but the noise when their 3-0 win over Fulham was revealed was as loud as it would have been for any Leeds goal. It sounded like joy, excitement and relief, and an awful lot like belief.

    The minutes after full-time were maybe the best of the day, which is saying something, because Leeds were brilliant against Bristol City. But the narrow margins Leeds play with in the Championship are hard to enjoy. It was afterwards, with the points won and the anxiety over, that we could revel in what had been done, and what had happened elsewhere.

    Some fans had left, which is their choice, although I find it strange that Elland Road is both a holy site of pilgrimage the football club must never vacate, and a place to leave as quickly as possible because a quicker journey home outweighs the pleasure of being in our second home. But anyway, the stands were still full enough to cheer Luke Ayling and Kalvin Phillips on their march of honour around the pitch, the Scratching Shed goading Kalvin into taking over Pontus Jansson’s old fist-pumping celebration.

    Leeds hadn’t won more than three points, hadn’t scored more than one goal, and the opposition wasn’t a significant scalp. But the celebrations were justified because of the boost from Barnsley, and our basic need, during recent weeks, to experience a moment like this. At full-time Marcelo Bielsa hugged Ezgjan Alioski, who he recently dropped from the team, and after all the strife and gloom it was good for everyone to hug it all out and start again.

    The point of January was starting again. In the positive sense, Jean-Kévin Augustin and Ian Poveda arrived to reset the failures of Eddie Nketiah and Jack Clarke. In the negative sense, the gap to 3rd disappeared and, as Luke Ayling admitted after the defeat to Nottingham Forest, all the work up to that game no longer counted for anything in the league. Leeds had no choice but starting again. They had to scrap the season so far and concentrate on being one of the two best teams between this week and May.

    Ayling looked and sounded distraught in that interview. In the two games he’s played since, he has been superb. So have his teammates, with one momentary exception at Brentford. It’s as if Leeds had forgotten the motivation that seeing the abyss at the end of last season gave them for this, and were being drawn towards it again like lemmings. They looked over the edge at Nottingham, and remembered, and that was enough.

    Against Bristol City, Leeds played like a recent memory, of the first half at Arsenal in the FA Cup when for 45 exhilarating minutes we were Champions League contenders again. The crisp one-touch passing, the constant danger from the wings, the high press and the dominance of possession meant Bristol City were not competing but chasing. Possession stats get a hard time, but Leeds played 432 successful passes to Bristol’s 150. Only one team was playing football. The other wasn’t allowed.

    And yes, all the familiar failings were present too, the final passes and the finishing. Scored on the quarter-hour, Ayling’s first half winner was Bielsa’s Leeds in miniature, it’s only fault against type that it was scored too soon. The ball was worked into the penalty area where it was kicked, blocked, hacked at, deflected, sliced, cleared, returned, rolled and whacked, as Leeds players poured forward with their hands in the air, thinking they could be the one to score, and Bristol players poured backward with their hands over their mouths, ready to vomit their nerves if the ball, the bloody football, didn’t just go away. Instead it went to Luke Ayling who forced it into his former club’s net.

    In the time it took them to score that goal, Leeds had more chances to score a goal than many teams create in a match. While most teams create a chance and either take it or don’t, then wait a while and create another, Leeds United’s desire for winning the ball back immediately and trying again immediately makes Bielsa’s desire to ‘unbalance the opponent’ as vivid as slapstick. I’ve never seen a team take their corners so quickly, and I’ve never seen opposition so visibly stricken by lack of time to think.

    There was more pinball and a shot against the bar from Stuart Dallas; Pat Bamford buried the rebound but was offside. He should have buried Helder Costa’s pull-back in the second half; somehow he let Daniel Bentley make a point blank save. Costa should have scored past Bentley himself; running onto a clever long pass from Liam Cooper, he got around the goalkeeper and saw the goal empty, until Bentley scrambled back to fill it again. I couldn’t count how many times Costa and Jackie Harrison had chances to cross or cut-back or shoot that didn’t work; one Harrison shot, from close range, hit the bar hard. Augustin came on and shot just wide. Maybe he’ll start scoring these sorts of chances, or maybe Leeds are going to do it to him, too.

    Bristol’s best chance wasn’t given to them when the referee refused to award a penalty for handball against Luke Ayling. Their manager, Lee Johnson, literally hopped with madness and then, when his complaining was done in the post-match interviews, lamented that his players hadn’t shown their ‘USPs’. Their other chance came from Kiko Casilla’s standard attempt to make the game interesting and us angry by giving a pass away, and that was as dangerous as it got from City. Watching Bamford turn his marker on halfway, sprint towards goal, attempt a stepover and trip himself up was a perfect example of Bristol’s relegation to audience: United’s only enemy in these matches is themselves.

    I hope we’re at peace with that now. We’ve been waiting all season for luck, or something, to change in front of goal, but with thirteen games left it feels a little late now. Leeds will carry on having countless beautiful chances but will score one scruffy goal. They’ll hurt faint hearts with their defending but keep a clean sheet. They’ll miss chances so easy you look at the replays frame-by-frame not in anger but wonder; and they’ll fall flat on their faces with such perfectly scripted slapstick timing that you have to laugh with them now, not at them.

    I don’t quite know how we ended up stuck with such a bunch of goofballs leading our promotion attempt, or how they got to be so good at football when sometimes they can hardly stand up straight, but I’ll take the whole gang of them over the soul-free eeriness awaiting in the Premier League. And I’ll forever be grateful if the loons actually pull promotion off, and do it like this, too.

    Which they just might. While Elland Road was anxious about letting Bristol steal something, and was denied its second cheer until Barnsley provided, there was never the panic that has gripped other games this season. It felt appropriate that the game ended as Kalvin Phillips held off Ashley Williams and held onto the ball, and held onto our hopes, with so much strength, skill and determination that Williams’ only option was to foul him. Phillips was peerless in this match, his positioning and anticipation getting to Bristol’s every chance to cross halfway before they did. He was stronger, faster and wiser than any Bristol player, and so were the white shirts around him.

    That gulf in class between Leeds and the middle ranks of this division, that we hear about from their overawed fans and reporters almost every week without always seeing it ourselves, might never, for whatever reason, manifest in the huge margins of victory they should. But instead of big scorelines Leeds have big spleens, the deep commitment and strong desire they’ve shown this week, after Nottingham, by starting again. That counts for a lot. ◉


    "Some fans had left" ... before the final whistle? At Elland Road?

    Frankly, I - we - are  .......

  5. 7 minutes ago, Alessandro said:

    I think we massively miss two things especially right now -

    1) As @Harry says - technical midfielders that are genuinely happy, and good on the ball in tight spaces.

    2) Enough players that can comfortably travel, with the ball, at pace and purpose up the field, especially under pressure. 

    We will address this weakness in our team this coming summer by selling someone from an area of the team where we are currently strong, and then address that ensuing weakness up front, created by the trading of said strength, next January, by selling one of the fellas that is happy receiving the ball in tight spaces, or able to comfortably travel, with the ball, at pace up the field. And then, in response to that, we will sell .....

  6. If football coaches and managers really want players to think for themselves more on the pitch, during a game, my suggestion to football coaches and managers would be to pipe down during games, sit in your luxury, padded, heated seats, and shut up, during the games. Maybe get yourself an upturned bucket to sit on. Or sit in the stand.

    Imagine imploring your child to work things out for themselves while they are tackling their homework, then spending the whole time they are doing it shouting at them, cajoling them, instructing them, correcting them, rebuking them, praising them, pointing, etc?

  7. 2 hours ago, Clutton Caveman said:

    Can you imagine being a Gashead and reading this? Made my day better already

    I think they will be preoccupied by more pressing and immediate concerns - us seeing off Rooney County last night, sitting 3 points off the automatic top two, and once again, in with a chance of promotion back to the top.

    Their older lot haven't yet recovered from us getting there in 1976!

    They'll be hating and dreading what we are doing right now - on and off the pitch,

  8. 2 minutes ago, mozo said:

    Flat track bullies? We'll find out in the coming week...

    It looks a little like that.

    You might say that last night's Derby are a "tops" as they will go on to finish top half and are in very good form (unlike when we played them back in August), and better now with Rooney. You might say the same about Birmingham though. It's still quite fluid in the middle eight of the Championship.

    We have it all to do yet, and ideally, will have got it done before Preston arrive.

  9. 16 hours ago, Hampshire Red said:

    We done OK against tops this season, Fulham, Bees, PNE, Baardiff 


    Here's our record v the "tops" and v the "botts" so far (I think I have this right):

    v. "Tops" (top half sides, as the table is now):

    12   2   4    6      GF  10   GA21    Difference - 11        12 games, 10 points.


    v. "Botts" (bottom half sides, as the table stands this week):

    20   W  13   D  4   L  3     GF 38   GA  24    Diff  +14                  20 games, 43 points.


    Fixtures remaining v "tops"  10

    Fixtures remaining v "botts"  4


    We want to be playing a bottom half side in those pesky play-offs, looking (a little pessimistically) at all that.


    1 hour ago, Redandproud said:

    So your saying we've done OK against the Bees, 0-4 remember? 

    What I believe Hampshire Red is telling, or showing, us, is that creating your own happy, optimistic reality and dwelling therein no matter what happens outside of it, is the way to get through this thing called life, and how to support this thing called Bristol City  (without going mad and/or becoming a miserable, moaning bed-wetter). And good for him/her.

  10. 8 hours ago, Harry said:

    I don’t actually think it’s open or entertaining play that our crowd respond to. 
    It’s passion and effort. 
    The atmos suddenly upped a couple of notches after about half an hour when Dasilva chased back and put in a tackle in midfield, then allowing us to release the ball wide right to begin an attack. 

    Us City fans love a tackle, and when we see the players putting in their all the crowd respond. 

    That's right.

    It's not more singing and songs we need, it's more things happening on the pitch right in front of us that we can react to instinctively, without knowing all the words to 8 men went to save a team, or the one about Darren Clarke's mother's dog, or whatever it was

    Things happening that excite us, or annoy us, or encourage us, or thrill us, or surprise us, or infuriate us, and so on. These things inspire basic, instinctive responses like "go on!" and "grrrr! " and "ohhh!" at a near miss and "yessss!" and such like (from the heart, and from the gut), as when a goal is scored. Then when we've sat back down, the singers in the corner can go through their rich and complex repertoire of ditties, until the next stirring moment (at home to Preston, possibly).

    Modern sterile football in front of seated people with smart phones to hand and edible food and drink just a short dap away, from where you can see on a screen that you aren't missing much, is an atmosphere killer.




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  11. 1 hour ago, Oh Louie louie said:

    Big clubs dont build stadiums with a 18000 odd capacity.


    A very good point, and difficult to argue with. Add to this: a club in London, building a diddy new ground.

    We would've built a 30k capacity at AV, with scope for increasing that.

  12. We have nine years top class football to Brentford's five; we were last at the top 40 years ago, Brentford in 1947 (73 years ago).

    We have 51 seasons at the second tier, Brentford 15.  51 v 15.

    We have 2 seasons of bottom division football in our locker; Brentford 15, most recently in 2009.

    We have contested an FA Cup final, and one semi final; quarter final is as far as Brentford have gone in this.

    Three league cup semi finals for us; 4th round the furthest Brentford have ever made it.

    We average 20k plus currently; Brentford last averaged 20k in 1952.


    This might not be shiny, silver cups but it is what we have "achieved," and it is demonstrably more than Brentford have managed.


    Trying to make out that Brentford and us have been on a par, more or less, appears to be somewhat desperate. How much lower can the bar go?

    Brentford were 4th bottom for wages in the Championship two seasons ago, above only Burton, Barnsley and Millwall.

    Brentford's current average is put at 12k above, but the records show 10,200 for the last two seasons. Less than half our average last season.

    None of this - attendances, and therefore income - really counts? Great, then we can compete with Leeds and co, then.



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  13. 20 minutes ago, Red Exile said:

    I can't tell you how encouraging it was to have footballing giants rescue the club in the 80s! Players as well as managers in their early days, and both were brilliant players despite their age.

    Such a shame when Jordan left.

    Terry Cooper was remarkable manager. I still have a letter he hand wrote to me. As student I'd dropped him a note to say how much I'd enjoyed a game. He'd pinned it on the dressing room wall. Lovely man.

    I've still got two from TC, one telling me to stop "worrying," !  Never wrote to another manager since (always worrying though....)

    Will probably try and flog them to @Never to the dark side at some point....


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  14. 6 minutes ago, Davefevs said:

    I being facetious, but when you say profit, the club has lost £20.9m in LJ’s reign (club accounts 16/17, 17/18 and 18/19)...and its likely to be at least another loss this season despite Webster, Brownhill and Pack sales.

    If you mean net spend, I suspect you are right, but it’s very difficult to know the exact amount when so many fees are “undisclosed”.

    Re walking into another job.  What level?  Prem, top Champ, mid-table Champ?  Not saying you’re wrong, just that we don’t know that do we?  If Prem, which team(s) do you reckon?


    Walking into another job, sounds like Rovers to me, Dave. Or Manor Farm. Bath City at a push.

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