lunedì 14 agosto 2023

St. Patrick's College - some time between 1966 & 1970.

 Although all soccer matches were important, this one was particularly important. Peter had been stuck out on the right wing and a younger Polish boy, with a name none of his teachers could get right, had taken over his striker position. This boy only had one leg and needed to attempt to kick goals with his artificial leg, while balancing on a crutch. 

Once a striker,
now a wing!

Okay, I need to explain. St. Pat's was a rugby mad school and, to play soccer (as they called it back then) a boy needed to have a medical certificate from a doctor. Peter was fortunate because he loved soccer and was nearly blind.

Peter before getting glasses.
He thought his haircut looked cool!

The team was full of very overweight boys, boys with parts of their anatomy missing, even a boy with no head. Yet, they'd had a pretty successful year - they'd only lost their last game 17 - 1. Unfortunately, Peter's replacement had scored the goal. The opposition had protested, saying that the boy had used his crutch, but the referee, probably out of kindness, had upheld the goal.

Fast forward to 2023.

A much older Peter is watching the Women's Football World Cup. Bear in mind that Peter is an experienced player who nearly scored one goal.

"They need me out there!
Where are the goalposts?
Sheesh, I just bit my lip with excitement!"


Peter notices that some players are falling over and some are wearing makeup.

Wearing makeup!

Peter is shocked!

Wearing makeup? This probably explains why Peter struggled to get a girlfriend back in his prime. 
Okay, okay, he'll come back and say that Richard (of RBB) was not particularly successful with the young ladies either, but this was because he was getting training advice from a guy named Tony who told him that young ladies preferred a guy who was pissed. Not a fair comparison. Richard (of RBB) is presently in the process of suing Tony.

Now Peter is, what Richard (of RBB)'s mum would have called, "A soccer know all."

Though, one thing is for sure, he doesn't know much about makeup, or women. 
He calls his lovely partner 'The Old Girl'. You see what I mean.
Here is a guy who is very lucky to spend his old age days with a female!
She must be a very tolerant lady. Robert might even call her Saint Lynn.

You can pop over and read his latest post on The Curmudgeon if you have time to waste.


Ciao tutti.

2 commenti:

Anonimo ha detto...

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THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Woo hoo again Google Blogger Monitor section.
That's the way to go although mentioning his relatively junior age is not a good idea to a narcissist like he is. This will go right to his head and there's enough woolly stuff up there - inside it and on top of it.