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I'd say the Albanian centre and left backs are still wandering around the pitch trying to work out where the ball went. Yamal is way too selfless there though - had I done that you bet your life I'm having a dip because if it goes in, it's the goal of the tournament.
Well, Stainrod, as the self-appointed keeper of this board's prosodic structure of lexical words and the assignment of stress, I'm delighted you've asked the question.
Å is a village in Moskenesøya, Norway but you can recreate this sound by thinking of the noise one makes when Dave Agyemang was bearing down on goal outside of one of his hot goalscoring streaks for QPR (hint: there was one). It starts in the chest as "AwwwwwWWWWW..." and typically ends in the crushing disappointment of "you fùcking useless cùnt" or words to that effect. Omit the bit about him being a cùnt.
Disallowing the goal was the correct decision for me but the main thing is that when this happens again at this tournament - and it will - the same decision is made.
I'd rather see consistently bad refereeing than watching the same offences being penalised or waved on depending on who's commiting them. Which is pretty much what we get week-in, week-out from the cavalcade of clownshoe cùnts refereeing at our level.
I'd recommend looking at Acton snooker hall as well - great tables and cheap. Spend a few weeks playing snooker on a full size table and once your eye is on, you'll muller anyone at pool.
Rugby. Played (badly) for 20yrs and I've been coaching (equally badly) my eldest lad's age group since U5s to now (U15s). As a front-rower this mainly consists of how to get away with crafty digs in the scrum and at the breakdown (when you eventually arrive there).
Now I love the B&W but you're not getting a drink unless you leave your seat after 39mins.
I went to the Brentford v Man City game at the bus stop last season which was the first time I'd seen the self service system, which is basically a bunch of iPads bolted to the concourse walls. I was openly and vocally sceptical that it was a big bag of shìt and a similar system at LR would last only as long as it took us to fake the receipts they printed out or the screens were chawed for resale at Cash Converters (e.g. 15mins). By my 3rd half-time pint I was reluctantly prepared to accept it had it's merits.
When approached for comment, did Christian Nourry say?
1) "The target price point is balance-optimsed between value and purchase volume with specific regard to what the total addressable target market is willing to pay and sample-adjusted value perception using the logarithmic scale as the price point in order to drive consistent and increasing sales volumes, improved customer satisfaction and loyalty, and company growth."
2) "I pulled it out of my hat - pay it or fùck off"
I went to a "ball game" during a recent trip to New York - Mets v Arizona at Citi Field. I have no idea what was going on but you can drink in your seat so that's one thing they've got right.
They have huge food court type areas inside the ground and it seems a lot of people come there to eat and drink and watch the game on the screen rather than in their seat which bemused me. Then they rushed off to their seats after the game to watch a 30 minute fireworks display.
They absolutely love a statistic and bombarding you with information but I reckon I'd have made more sense out of the heads up display in the space shuttle than the scoreboard. My missus kept asking what was happening and I just threw out some quotes from Moneyball with some random percentages to 3 decimal places like ".274 OBP" - I think I fooled the locals.
But we wouldn't know it's a 2 year deal because that type of information will no longer be disclosed to the window-licking, mouth-breathers who follow the team around the country every week.
I normally detest anywhere that doesn't have a W postcode but quite like Bath.
If the weather's good, the Boathouse on the river or the Wheatsheaf in Combe Hay (10min drive) are great spots to sit out. More restaurants than pubs but worth travelling to for the food.
Furlong's goal against Oldham would be ultimate limbage for me. Under the lights, final minutes, just after a massive save - the second that Clarke played the ball through you knew it was a goal, and yet, and yet, this is QPR.
It was like someone drawing back a curtain and giving you a tantalising glimpse of a world where you never have to play Port Vale and Chesterfield again.
The country has been governed for 14 years by self-entitled Etonian wànk-in-someone-elses-sock necroswinophiliacs. I'm actually surprised we're not in worse shape.
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