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Another fine day out at football
May. 1st, 2005 09:04 pmSince I was oop north anyway, it seemed rude not to go to John Sheridan's testimonial match in Oldham. Even if it did mean I did two RAF (rough as f***!!) northern towns in two days.
It was just fabulous to see loads of the old Wednesday players from back when we were good in the early 90s playing together again - even if several of them were twice the size they were in the good old days. The Wednesday team facing a team of Oldham 'legends' included David Hirst, Chris Waddle, Carlton Palmer, Danny Wilson, Des Walker, Viv Anderson, Phil King, Mark Bright, Paul Warhurst, Nigel Jemson, Nigel Pearson, and the still gorgeous John Harkes. At the other end of the scale, the Oldham team was graced by football's ugliest man, Iain Dowie. He may be intelligent and a really nice bloke, but he'd definitely have to have a bag over his head...
We also borrowed John Barnes for the day - and my mate Tom was playing too, having been announced as 'Coronation Street's dead man' over the Tannoy when he came on (and the Oldham fans were singing 'where's your spanner gone?' to him, thanks to the fact that he was last seen being clobbered over the head with a wrench by his screen daughter). Wednesday won 3-2, courtesy of a Hirsty hat-trick; Shezza played for both teams but mostly Wednesday; a fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Miraculously, it only took me about 3.5 hours to drive all the way back from Oldham, and now I'm on the sofa with a cat that's very pleased to see me, and about to get around to watching 'Casanova' which has been hanging around on the Sky+ box for the past couple of months, awaiting a quiet evening so I could give it the concentration it deserves. David Tennant.... mmmmmmmmm...
It was just fabulous to see loads of the old Wednesday players from back when we were good in the early 90s playing together again - even if several of them were twice the size they were in the good old days. The Wednesday team facing a team of Oldham 'legends' included David Hirst, Chris Waddle, Carlton Palmer, Danny Wilson, Des Walker, Viv Anderson, Phil King, Mark Bright, Paul Warhurst, Nigel Jemson, Nigel Pearson, and the still gorgeous John Harkes. At the other end of the scale, the Oldham team was graced by football's ugliest man, Iain Dowie. He may be intelligent and a really nice bloke, but he'd definitely have to have a bag over his head...
We also borrowed John Barnes for the day - and my mate Tom was playing too, having been announced as 'Coronation Street's dead man' over the Tannoy when he came on (and the Oldham fans were singing 'where's your spanner gone?' to him, thanks to the fact that he was last seen being clobbered over the head with a wrench by his screen daughter). Wednesday won 3-2, courtesy of a Hirsty hat-trick; Shezza played for both teams but mostly Wednesday; a fine way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Miraculously, it only took me about 3.5 hours to drive all the way back from Oldham, and now I'm on the sofa with a cat that's very pleased to see me, and about to get around to watching 'Casanova' which has been hanging around on the Sky+ box for the past couple of months, awaiting a quiet evening so I could give it the concentration it deserves. David Tennant.... mmmmmmmmm...
