Vagabonds 2-1 Zion

Building Castles in the Sand

A long, long time ago in a far off land called the Rising Sun (a pub in Yotsuya not Nippon itself) a young Prince, who was regent to the territory of ‘Shoddy Bodyland’ which covered a swath of Tokyo, envisaged a grand and most estimable plan, over an Ichibanshibori and a bowl of piping hot ramen.

 

‘Let us’ the young royal burbled, ‘go forth into the less hospitable areas of our kingdom, and spread the word about this chipper game called footy. And let me have, now and forever, another pint.’ The bureaucrats who surrounded his throne were understandably concerned by this mad plan and tried to get him to take a rickshaw home, even though in those days the Prince was able to legally cycle while under the influence and oftentimes did. Such was their concern about this weird and worrying scheme.

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Vagabonds 2-2 Zion FC. The return of Graham ‘The Cat’

Graham ‘the cat’ Burt returned as the Vags goalkeeper last Sunday after his recent jaunt winning silverware in Thailand and pulled off a series of stunning saves to help the Vags secure a point against Zion and in doing so put to bed any aspirations that James ‘wankspider’ Musgrove had of claiming that position for himself.  Continue reading

Vagabonds 6-0 Guts FC

Chesty Morgan’s Tits

Trying to think about how to describe something really, really, really soft……no implants you know.

Fraser Brown was the first Vag red carded this season but it was without a shadow of a doubt in anybody’s mind a Boris Johnson. A joke, but not funny. Not least for Fraser himself, but also for Muzzy, who ended up in goal for the full game and Roy, who therefore didn’t get back on the pitch. Continue reading

IFFL RESULT: VAGABONDS 10-1 OHMORI FC

They (Ohmori FC) looked very good.They all had good skills and tried to play beautiful football.
Dan scored 5,Paul scored one,I scored 4.

Final score was 10-1.

We played harder than them and we had more passion for winning than them.

How do you win football matches?Beautiful Football?

No.It’s passion for winning.It doesn’t matter how you score.
In football,the most important thing is we need to score more than them.

We did just that.And we won.Some goals were more beautiful than them.It’s good.

After the game we had a conversation that we could score more even though the result was 10-1.This is a good conversation for us.Not being satisfied makes us stronger.

And finally Thanks to Hitoshi for playing for us!!!

Shockam first report for BFC.

Vagabonds 0-4 YCAC 2nds. STRAUGHAN, WADSWORTH AND TSURUMI TO BLAME

The Vags put on a great display for 40 minutes today and should have been at least a goal or two to the good at half-time. It was the most hardworking and organised half i have seen for a long time. Unfortunately, we ran out of energy and attacking options in the second half and succumbed to another 4-0 reverse.
Things should have been so much different but again the Vags were subject to another dubious refereeing decision. With the scores locked at 0-0 Wayne superbly charged down a YCAC shot at goal, with Baxter ready to scoop up the loose ball and charge the full 80 metres under the posts to put the Vags into what would have been an unassailable 5-0 lead he was unfairly judged to have knocked on and a penalty was awarded to the opponents. You can’t knock on from a chargedown Ricky, poor refereeing mate.

Fortunately, the jellied eel saleman who took responsibility for the said kick screwed it horribly wide. “Fack me, would you Adam and Eve it?” is what i think the onlooking YCAC subs said afterwards. Anyway, they went on to score 4 and a raucously sung Chas and Dave medley could still be heard in the home team’s bar hours after the final whistle.

I know that we shouldn’t use match reports to criticise fellow club members but things have to be said i think. Today, the Vags probably needed a couple of extra good quality midfielders and then we would have won. The fact that Paul Wadsworth and Ken Tsurumi have been allowed to defect to the first team is scandalous and an example of player power gone mad, although Vagabonds Manager Richard Straughan must accept his share of the blame for this debacle.

At the end of last season Richard, Taka, Ken ,Paul and myself all attended a secret meeting in the Jyota curry house in Hammatsucho to discuss which team Paul and Ken would play for this season. The evening started well and the discussions were very constructive until Paul insisted that the manager who said ‘Wadsworth’ in the most Yorkshire sounding accent was the one he would play for. At this point i suggested to Richard that we phone for Yorkshireman, Ged. Paul was happy to let Richard defer to Ged but Richard let his ego get in the way and Paul judged that Taka’s version was the best.

Next was Ken’s turn. He insisted that whoever of the two managers said “Tsurumi” three times the best would secure his services. “but i want you to say it like a mouse” he insisted. ”TSURUMI, TSURUMI, TSURUMI” screeched a frantic Straughan and the rest is history, Ken signed on for the first team too.

Player power gone mad? I think so but maybe Richard could have tried harder with his intonation and all three must share the blame as the Vagabonds sink towards the lower echelons of TML2.

Another thing,the way Ged prepares for the games nowadays is frankly quite terryifying and may be having an impact on some of the lads. Today, 15 minutes before kickoff he sank to his knees and raised his hands to the heavens and spoke aloud : ” as the flame in thy mouth lights us to truth so let it light our path to success.” He rocked forward in the intensity of his emotion and struck his forehead several times on the dressing room door until he could feel blood trickling down his face all the while chanting what i think was Latin.That’s no way to prepare for a football match. There was kids playing nearby and everything. I think we should all just stick to basic stretches and blasting balls at Graham before we start.

Well, that’s the nearest i can come to a Straughanian match report. Normal service will resume next week when Richard doesn’t have to spend all night quaffing wine.

So all thats left to say is :it’s fuck off from me and it’s fuck off from him.

Go on, fuck off.