An open letter to all Crossers.
Gents,
My patience has finally snapped and I feel I must make this plea before it’s too late (especially given Broonster's snide reference to this matter in his recent match report). Over the last few weeks I’ve noticed a worrying lack of focus and commitment amongst Crossers, combined with the longstanding technical issues that have afflicted the club since the 1950s. As a club we MUST raise our standards: otherwise what’s left of the club's reputation will be lost. Some of the complacent chatter at yesterday’s game (especially from Mr Admin and Ziggy) suggested that they simply hadn’t grasped the seriousness of the matter. As for the attitudes expressed by the likes of Smudger, pvb and Coco, well words fail me - but they are surely clear evidence of the tide of relativism sweeping this club and this nation.
If anyone needs assistance with these matters feel free to contact me.
Otherwise PLEASE follow these instructions at ALL times: (and please do NOT accuse me of 'stirring' it).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnvYymrCn4g
and here:
http://tinyurl.com/6txrb
If you can’t remember all this, remember the maxim: ‘rich with plenty milk’.
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Please clarify your reference to me - cheers
ReplyDeleteWhile it gladdens the heart of this old Tory to see a suspected Guardian reader issue a call to go "Back to Basics", it is quite clear that the basics to which we have to return do not involve large quantities of milk. The roots of the Club lie in the Irish diaspora and the art of Irish tea, as taught to me by sainted mother, is that you should make it strong and then show it the milk bottle, no more.
ReplyDeleteSnide? I recall a decent bit of barracking from the cheap seats on Sunday.....it clearly warranted a mention!!
ReplyDelete'the art of Irish tea, as taught to me by sainted mother, is that you should make it strong and then show it the milk bottle, no more'.
ReplyDeleteI suspect that my preference for plenty milk stems from the way Mrs Ellis Snr makes it; who in turn took it from her Ulster mother. Mind you she was a farmer's wife, so had easy access to plenty fresh milk...
Where have the biscuits gone ?
ReplyDelete'Where have the biscuits gone ?'
ReplyDeleteAsk the President
Back in the day, tea would have been sheer luxury - it was a glass of water and a Tunnock's tea cake - except at Armadale where it was frequently a growler pie and a can of Tartan Special, leading to vino collapso innings totals like 18. Re: Armadale, someone needs to ask Din about his subsequent attacks of the relatives on Atlas matchdays..........
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