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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: The Peepmaster on February 18, 2009, 02:45:40 PM
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!!! (http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_conf/7894496.stm)
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I didn't know footballs were male or femail!
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I haven't heard about this. Who is she? Or is this a Daily Star exclusive that Alex Ferguson used to be a woman?
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Only when he played up front for St Johnstone, Roger.
No, I think this refers to the story of a young woman who outbid all-comers in an auction to manage a Blue Square League team for one match day. Don't worry - Dundee United are safe...for now.
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Here's the link...
http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_conf/7894496.stm (http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/eng_conf/7894496.stm)
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You could just click the link in my original post, Roger! ..0 (Clue: It's the exclamation marks.) I was too speechless to say anything.
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You could just click the link in my original post, Roger! ..0 (Clue: It's the exclamation marks.) I was too speechless to say anything.
You are being to clever for me I am to long in the tooth to not have it spelt out for me.
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Ah, with you now.
Why not? I'm sure women are equally capable of saying " I can't fault the lads for effort---we just didn't get the breaks".
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Roger - the shopping doesn't do itself!
I reckon it's a publicity stunt for the football club. Either that, or her husband's brought on a substitute to do the household duties. ..0
Okay - so she comes home one Saturday, dead proud, because she's kept a clean sheet. Most women keep a whole bl**dy drawer of them once they've done the ironing!
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You're very brave, Nige. I take it Lucy doesn't check in here these days?
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No. She hasn't a clue.
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I ran a kids' soccer club for seven years. 250 - 290 players; 30 - 40 coaches/assistants; usually around 18 teams. I ordered in their team shirts, made up the game schedules, did coaches clinics, sorted out the insurance (thus was the manager for insurance purposes with the ASA of all the teams), some years I even coached, painted the lines and put the photos in the paper.
All you need is a bit of a system really. Soccer managing is easier than spring cleaning, that's for sure.
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All very impressive Diane, but unfortunately, as you called the game "soccer", you're disqualified.
Disqualified from what, I'm not sure yet. But you're disqualified nonetheless.
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By the time she's decided which tracksuit to wear, the game'll be over! ..0
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What will the other manager have to say - especially if this lady's team win?
I'll never forget Peter Hetherston, then manager of Albion Rovers showing how much of a 'new man' he was with his comments about the linesman Morag Pirie.
And I quote....
"I knew it wasn?t going to be our day when I arrived at Links Park and found that we had a woman running the line. She should be at home making the tea or the dinner for her man who comes in after he has been to the football. This is a professional man?s game. I believe that she shouldn?t be here. Crucial decisions are being made which affect players and managers. Every time the ball went forward in the first half she had the flag raised for offside. That?s how I feel and I think I have to speak out."
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Whoops, did I say linesman? I meant assistant referee....
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I had that sort of thing to contend with all last season. Coaching a womens team opens up your eyes to all sorts of prejudice that previously you never even suspected.
Very good friends would come out with "oh I couldn't stand watching that crap". I would say, "it's not crap, I have some great players in the side - fast, skilful, courageous. Maybe not as fast, but certainly as interesting to watch".
I might as well have been talking to the wall. My main critic was actually the senior team manager (not coach, mind, the manager - the guy who fills the match book in and makes sure the shirts are washed). "God - women's football? I can't be bothered with it. I saw a game the other night, and they can't even KICK a ball!"
I held back from saying "I've seen you play and YOU can't even kick a ball". That was the old Malcolm.