AllezBlackpool
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And is he better?
And is he better?
Destroying my foggy memories - Junior Bent on the wing was excellent at times .Junior Bent was abysmal.
Destroying my foggy memories - Junior Bent on the wing was excellent at times .
Sounds like a smaller version of CJ......only joking !I'd put him in my top 1 of worst players.
The kids loved him because he would run flat out like a startled donkey in a straight line, legs going 10 to the dozen but not really going that quick. Then when he had to cross the ball he'd fall over or put it into Q Block.
Don't think we had a whole lot to be excited about back then... so Junior Bent was pretty much all we had!I'd put him in my top 1 of worst players.
The kids loved him because he would run flat out like a startled donkey in a straight line, legs going 10 to the dozen but not really going that quick. Then when he had to cross the ball he'd fall over or put it into Q Block.
Bent was no where near Dembele's ability but we've had much worse over the years! I'd put Bent on a par with your Adrian Forbes, but in a worse team.I'd put him in my top 1 of worst players.
The kids loved him because he would run flat out like a startled donkey in a straight line, legs going 10 to the dozen but not really going that quick. Then when he had to cross the ball he'd fall over or put it into Q Block.
AR - you surprise me! I realise it's just a good-natured quip - but surely you, of all people (long-standing BFC follower n' all that) should've known better than to mistakenly refer to 'an orange box' in your post. I think the colour you were looking for was tangerine ... Now, I don't wish to labour the point, but: DON'T DO IT AGAIN!If he stood on an orange box he’d be about the same height as Barbie. he’s a good little player mind, another year or so and he’ll be a terrific player.
I can’t apologise enough, I am totally ashamed of myself. I can only attribute it to advanced age, I will try my best to not do it again. I will however ask you to do me a favour. If you ever spot a very old man in a tangerine scarf and or hat of the same hue wandering aimlessly and looking confused anywhere in the vicinity of nob end call the mental health services immediately and have me sectioned.AR - you surprise me! I realise it's just a good-natured quip - but surely you, of all people (long-standing BFC follower n' all that) should've known better than to mistakenly refer to 'an orange box' in your post. I think the colour you were looking for was tangerine ... Now, I don't wish to labour the point, but: DON'T DO IT AGAIN!
'Then when he had to cross the ball he'd fall over or put it into Q Block.'I'd put him in my top 1 of worst players.
The kids loved him because he would run flat out like a startled donkey in a straight line, legs going 10 to the dozen but not really going that quick. Then when he had to cross the ball he'd fall over or put it into Q Block.
The one major difficulty there, AR, relates to the fact that, on matchdays, you are pretty much guaranteed to be able to see dozens of other such individuals fitting that description, all looking similarly confused, not to say a tad anxious and agitated. And I'm referring there solely to certain gatherings of fans - spotted at Bloomfield Rd. In fact, I can recall a recent personal experience I had of remonstrating with a fellow Blackpool fan, who was standing just the other side of the dividing glass from me inside the club shop, and he was copying every single movement and gesture I made. By pure coincidence, appearance-wise, he looked almost identical to me, and I was beginning to feel so unnerved by his presence, that I quickly took out my mobile and hurriedly made a call to the local psyhciatric services. And guess what? At the exact same time as I was doing this, he duly produced his own mobile, and, as we both stood there, casting curious glances at each other, he began coversing with whoever was on the other end, just as I did likewise.I can’t apologise enough, I am totally ashamed of myself. I can only attribute it to advanced age, I will try my best to not do it again. I will however ask you to do me a favour. If you ever spot a very old man in a tangerine scarf and or hat of the same hue wandering aimlessly and looking confused anywhere in the vicinity of nob end call the mental health services immediately and have me sectioned.
Was he a good looking chap, or was he a real ugly bugger?The one major difficulty there, AR, relates to the fact that, on matchdays, you are pretty much guaranteed to be able to see dozens of other such individuals fitting that description, all looking similarly confused, not to say a tad anxious and agitated. And I'm referring there solely to certain gatherings of fans - spotted at Bloomfield Rd. In fact, I can recall a recent personal experience I had of remonstrating with a fellow Blackpool fan, who was standing just the other side of the dividing glass from me inside the club shop, and he was copying every single movement and gesture I made. By pure coincidence, appearance-wise, he looked almost identical to me, and I was beginning to feel so unnerved by his presence, that I quickly took out my mobile and hurriedly made a call to the local psyhciatric services. And guess what? At the exact same time as I was doing this, he duly produced his own mobile, and, as we both stood there, casting curious glances at each other, he began coversing with whoever was on the other end, just as I did likewise.
To cut a long story short, I soon grew tired of this (him copying my every movement and gesture), and so I made good my departure.
The moral behind this tale? Watch out when you're amongst football fans. There are some right weirdos about ...
Given that at some point in the post I mentioned how he bore a strong resmblance to my good self, I think it would be fair to say (in fact, it would be remiss of me not to!) he was a rather handsome fellow. But I guess that's what happens when you accidentally catch sight of your reflection - in the club shop window (a thought which has only just struck me!).Was he a good looking chap, or was he a real ugly bugger?
Ah now I understand, like most people you see something in your reflection that other people, except possibly your partner, don’t.Given that at some point in the post I mentioned how he bore a strong resmblance to my good self, I think it would be fair to say (in fact, it would be remiss of me not to!) he was a rather handsome fellow. But I guess that's what happens when you accidentally catch sight of your reflection - in the club shop window (a thought which has only just struck me!).