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A creed to live by

December 8, 2009jims quote of the weekjimbob

SOON THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW OUR NAMES FOR WE ARE THE NANNAS AND ALL THAT WE SURVEIL SHALL BOW DOWN BEFORE US AND CALL US MASTER.

A match report (of sorts)

August 10, 2009match reportjimbob

Match Report 11 June 2009

June 16, 2009match reportjimbob

Nanna versus La Chivas
Score: Nannas 4, La Chivas 8
Attendees: CB, JH, RH, TH, TK, AW
Goals: CB 2, JH 2

Statistical breakdown

Nannas
Time in possession: 25%
Shots on goal: 10
Shots on target: 5
Shots taken (expressed as a percentage) from half way 1%, sideline 0%, outside attacking third 10%, inside attacking third, 89%.

La Chivas
Time in possession: 75%
Shots on goal: lost count at about 100
Shots on target: must have been about 100
Shots taken (expressed as a percentage) from half way 10%, sideline 20%, outside attacking third 30%, inside attacking third, 40%.

Pre-game
Ref said: ‘You’re in for a special surprise tonight’. And for a moment I thought he had something in store for us before or after the game. Could be dancing girls, some mechanical device where we get to test our manliness. And I wondered why he had chosen us above all the other teams. Maybe he had done the same for all the other teams. But then I remembered that we were here to play soccer, and, even though he was un-clear in his communication, I took it to mean that he was referring to our forthcoming opposition. And so he was.

The opposition
They were good. Indeed their only weak link was their goalie but he even he had his merits, being blessed with a larger than average frame. Apart from him, all had good foots skills, and all could and did score goals. But there were two among them that stood out. First the tall man, called Thomas. He could run, he could pass but his specialty was winding up from anywhere, and I mean anywhere, and sending a missile toward goal. Indeed, if he did not put his foot into touch just prior to the first half whistle, he would have scored from the sideline right on halfway.
Then there was their number 7, Joey. The main problem with this punk is that we could not get the ball off him no matter how hard we tried. The other problem was that he could shoot from just about anywhere too.
So, as the captain pointed out, we could not back off as they would shoot, and we could mark them close because they would just go straight around us.

The Nannas
As the statistics show, the score line could have been much, much worse. But the Nannas were brave and true. We went into half time just a goal down, and we were well in the match.
Apart from a short period after the half time interval we were competitive, we strong, we played to our strengths.
Kondo stood tall in goals, almost breaking an arm trying to stop a shot. His distribution was measured and his bravery never in question.
Andy was again at his back door antics, but again service to him was sparse. But he more than made up for this with his solid defence and some fine passing.
The Chasm, being by far the fittest Nanna, showed his athletic prowess, being everywhere, and was very unlucky not add to his night’s goal tally.
The Captain, as a good leader does, went after the opposition’s best player, using the thrusting crotch to bum move to try to dislodge the ball free from this player’s possession.
Lastly the Coach ran the floor like a jolly brown giant, making sure that the Nannas had a role model we could look up. Yes, true inspiration.

Post Script

Due to our braveness the ref said that La Chivas would probably, most certainly stay in our division. Apparently they came up to div 2 only recently, and have been trouncing the opposition about 20 zip ever since. That is until they met us.

Mid-season report

June 11, 2009match reportjimbob

This report will be broken into two sections, including:
An analysis of the Nanna – Annual relationship.
Mid-season player ratings.

The Nanna – Annual relationship
Yes, it would appear that the Annual are our bogey team. We either thrash them by about 10 goals, or go behind early, play shit and never make it up. These two scenarios have occurred in equal measure but the Annual would appear to be a good barometer of Nanna form. If we are playing well, we usually have it all over them. If we are playing shit, we are continually struggling to get past them and they hustle us out of the game.

Nanna player ratings (in alphabetical order)
Please note, these rating are on current form only.

Chris Brown
Finding his way back into form after an enforced lay-off. There have been flashes of brilliance from the Chasm, but we are still yet to see this season the triple MOM winning playing that was a hallmark of his last season.

Daniel Crooks
Usually the main Nanna spearhead, Cocky too is yet to hit top form. It is the little things, the first touches, the timing, the sweet shots, that seem to stopping our striker from bagging his customary triples and quadruples.

Chris Gill
While some (still) question the sameness and accuracy of our number one keeper’s distribution, I myself tend to think this part of his game has improved significantly, with his shots on goal being now a special feature of his game. What I would like to see our affroed one bring into his game is the looped throw to a Nanna’s foot.

Rhian Hinkley
Like the Chasm, our Captain is returning from an enforced lay-off. In the last couple of games he has shown glimpses of his foot skills and poise on the ball. If the Nannas are to build a solid base and a run at the title, we will need our Captain’s special touch.

Tom Howie
Remains a solid performer, organiser and settler (of out of control brown men) in the heart of the Nanna mid-field. While not the quickest man over the first ten yards, he has shown a deadly accuracy with his big toe, which he needs to more often. He also needs to be more vocal in defence, as people do have a habit of listening to him.

Takesh Kondo
Our number two in goals has shown some stirling out-of-goals defensive work in the last couple of weeks; his heart and scollops of steep never in doubt. Personally I would like to see him get on the ball more often. He has far more skills than he has ever shown when on court with the Nannas.

Tao Weis
Tao has been absent lately but I fear this has not been all his fault. We have missed him. In his last outing he illegally dropped a opposition player without the slightest hesitation, just ‘cause he felt like it. This is least of his capabilities. We need to get him back on court, immediately.

Andy Wong
Andy is our silent penetrator who has a knack of getting into the opposition’s rear end. Yet in the last couple of games our service to Andy and his runs has been poor. Andy has another penetrative weapon, his right foot. From time to time Andy has used this weapon to greater effect but from my point of view needs to hold possession more, pick his target and deliver with his right hoof, as we know he can.

Philosophy for the Nannas

May 28, 2009jims quote of the weekjimbob

The gods too are fond of a joke.
Aristotle

Match report 14 May 2009

May 28, 2009match reportjimbob

Nannas versus Los Pitufos
Score: 6 apiece
MOM: JH
Goals: JH 2, DC 2, RH 1, OG 1

The basic elements of the game:
Taper Mr Whitey
A close relation of Brassy Mr Springey, Mr Whitey was in action on this night. While some Nanna brethren feel that such activities are somewhat silly, I prefer DC’s code, and I quote: ‘it is useful on occasions but must not be over used, as then it becomes a crutch’. Or something to that effect. For me on this evening it was useful.

The first couple of minutes
I scored two goals. Yes my eyes were somewhat glazed but I could make out the court, the other players and the posts.

The next couple of minutes
It was pretty even here, although one did have the feeling that the opposition were our bitches. They only had one player that would do us any harm. See next comment.

Yelling at a fellow Nanna
In my last report I had written how the yelling at fellow Nannas was a practice that went against every Nanna philosophy and should be stamped out of the Nanna game as quickly as possible. Lucky for me I deleted this passage.
On this night, after seeing DC trail behind his direct opponent (the aforementioned one who had all the skills) who then whacked the ball repeatedly into CG and then scored, I gave DC about three ear fulls, which he duly deserved.
As acting captain, even when the captain is there, I feel it is my duty to get all up in other people’s shit,

The second half of the first half
DC got a nice striker’s goal, being on hand to convert a spilled ball from the keeper, after I took a penalty.

The goal of the game
A true Nanna sucker punch as RH got his head to a CG throw. The angle, the head, the ball, the opposition keeper spread-eagled: it will live long in the memory of all those who were lucky enough to witness it.

The second half
Contrary to popular belief, the Nannas did score in the second half, apart from the own goal that opposition put against our tally. I squeezed a ball to DC who got himself adjacent to the near post. He stuck out a toe to my cross.

A crazy three minutes
DC and JH were off, if that makes any difference. The score was 5 to 1, in our favour. In three minutes it went to 5 apiece. Fingers are not pointed but fuck me.

The last minutes
DC forced an own goal out of the opposition. The opposition got away with a penalty and subsequently scored.

Special mentions
TK: some great defence.
DC: some nice goals and some coolness in the face of a barrage of hostility.

A very German quote

May 13, 2009jims quote of the weekjimbob

He who has a “why” to live for can bear with almost any “how”. – Nietzsche

Match report 07-05-2009

May 13, 2009match reportjimbob

This was a bad, bad night for the Nanns, we played a third division team, we lost, we lost bad, if the truth be old we were insipid, unexiting, bland, stale, maybe we missed Gill, or Tao or both, maybe it was because we didn’t think it was competitive, or we had too many chances in the first ten minutes that we could not convert, or maybe it was Andy turning up late, or the coach or captain failing to communicate that the loser of the game would not get points, even though we were playing a forfeited match, which convinced some of us not to take the game seriously until about half time, or maybe it was because most of us do not get high for the game anymore, which makes us, contrary to popular opinion, shit, or maybe it was because we were playing a third division team and their two best players turned up right when we felt most comfortable, which lulled us into a false sense of security, or maybe it was a return to the pits, or maybe it was too much soccer last week, or maybe it Manchester United on the threshold of winning the premier league as well as the champions league for the second year running.

Maybe it was because we knew we were going to the chief afterward, maybe the thought of the chief depressed and saddened us because we know it is a shit venue and the captain was yet again trying to fuck us, which he likes to do these days, but maybe I am too harsh on the captain for he pay us back the extra money he owed us that he overcharged at the bushfire soccer fundraiser, or maybe the thought of the chief reminded us that we are not young men anymore, like those heady days when Cocky was first going for a job at ACMI, and the place was lively, and it was not deserted like it is now, and we still felt the thrill at the anticipation of competitive sport when it was not hard to get all excited with many butterflies in our tummies at the mere mention of playing on the hallowed turf of the APISC, when work was not too much, and multiple babies didn’t make sleep difficult, and partners / wives did not tear us away from the pitch, and we played against suckers that we could take down ten nil, when we could go out afterward and drink until midnight with many reefers and the promise of the odd impromptu thrown in, when we are not thinking about the next day, when we were not thinking about performing and being coherent when meeting with the CEO and senior management, when the ride was not a struggle, when our thigh muscles did not ache for two days after running, when our bodies were repairing themselves overnight, when we could still perform complex cerebral tasks after about 2pm after drinking five beers and smoking countless reefers the night before, when soccer seemed like it would go on forever, but now we are perhaps thinking differently, thinking how we preserve the little energy, the little strength, the little endurance that is left in our bodies, maybe we are thinking about a switch to a sport that has less impact that does not take as much time to recover from, that will not fuck us up bad for weeks on end if we do happen to have a mishap, but then maybe we think that these thoughts are all a bit premature and we remember teams like the wasted youth who were mostly forty-five plus and were still able to whip much younger men like us in our heyday, and maybe we will stat thinking about playing smarter, letting the ball do the work instead of us doing it, which has been the Nanna way for many a year but maybe getting older is exactly what the Nannas need to reinvigorate our game, our style of play, maybe it is what we need to conserve out energies and bodies so that we have a good another ten years in us, and then some.

The Nannas be wise men

May 6, 2009jims quote of the weekjimbob

No wise man ever wished to be younger. – Jonathan Swift

MATCHREPORT 2009_04_09 (2 of 4)

April 14, 2009match reportjimbob

The night started badly for the Nannas
First was the issue of a Nannas exodus. Sure it was Easter and sure a lot of Nannas be whipped by their respected misuses but this was a crucial game. It was the week before the finals. It was a week that the Nannas needed to work out combinations, settle on formation, find form.
NB: Word on the street has it that one or two Nannas were still in town on Thursday night, packing trailers or some shit. It is only a rumour mind.

There was the issue of a missing match report,which left many Nannas feeling betrayed, stricken, rudderless—one was even seen vomiting in the bin outside the stadium. The author of this report has subsequently said that his girlfriend will provide him a note but we all know what that means.

Then the ref turned up a good ten minutes late and allowed the opposition to bring on a merry stream of subs from the teams lining up to play after us. An official complaint has been lodged.

Finally our Brazilian import, who Tao promised had more foot skills than a raver on half a dozen pills, said that he would have to go to another game at eight, leaving us in the lurch for the last half of the second stanza.

The tight five
The righteous Nannas were: Tao, Kondo, Gilla, I (James) and our Brazilian import, Geido.

The game
For the first five minutes the Nannas line up against an opposition of four. We were lazy, we were sluggish, we were sloppy, and soon we were a goal down. But we hit back pretty swiftly when I (James) fed a speculative cross court ball to Tao, standing five metres out from goal. I thought he side netted but the ball, so I am told, went in.

And this is how it went for the rest of the game. The Nannas not quite with it in defence but able to rally and keep on level terms.

Our main problem was losing the ball mid court with one or two men caught up front, leaving the back outnumbered and exposed. It be a common problem for the brown men, and one that the coach and captain will need to account for come game day this week.

To be fair though, we were a disjointed outfit, with our style of play not befitting all members of the team—Geido especially. His foot skills and constant need of the ball did at times perplex us. Yet, there were a few notable occasions when we did function as a unit, holding the ball for at least one or two passes and communicating with a reasonable amount of composure.

In the end the opposition pulled a couple of goals in front and we could not pull it back.

Special mentions
Tao: for not getting into a fight but also holding the Nannas together when must of us thought we were elsewhere.

Kondo: for some inspired running, especially in defence. On more than one occasion he was the crucial stopper of an opposition move, intercepting at the pivotal moment.

Kondo: for taking us to one of the finest Japanese eating establishments in town.

Geido: for putting up with a team of soccer fools, who are not a patch on his Brazilian-ness.

Gilla: for bringing his unwashed dirty jocks to the game–such a treat.

Gilla: for keeping the opposition’s goals to only eight when it could have easily been twenty eight.

And I (James): for popping up twice for two consecutive Gilla throws: the first caused a goalie own goal; the second came off the top of my foot. Two minutes, two throws, two goals.

matchreport 090305 3/3 (the definitive report)

March 19, 2009match reportjimbob

The tight five configuration
It was a Nanna tight five configuration. Gill in goal, Tao carousing up front, Chassy and Cocky fiddling in the middle, and I, James, sitting in behind deep, just the way I like it.

Waiting for the kick off someone was overheard to say, ‘surely this is the tightest of the tight fives.’ There was no response, except after a while, another was heard to mutter, ‘that won’t please the captain.’

Nor will it please the coach, who has spoken before in none-too-happy tones about Nanna splinter groups. The Chassy–Cocky splinter group, not to mention Captain–Coach upper management group have always created unnecessary jealousies.

The game—first half.
In the first half the tightest of the tight fives stuttered somewhat. Sure we went in 3–1 up at halftime but all of us knew we were somewhat fortunate to have such a lead. Cocky was the first to score, with what seemed like to me all hussle. But asking him about it, he shrugged his shoulders and stated, ‘all arse’.

After that, apart from some nice work from the Chasm, our passing, or should I say my passing, was very shit. But on the plus side, our D was holding the opposition in check very nicely, except for one occasion when they tore us open pretty good, and Gill was exposed and subsequently beaten.

The game—second half.
The second half was much better from a Brown point of view. The half-openings that we had managed to cock-up in the first period due to shit passing, started to come together (I know I am mixing my metaphors here but I can’t think of anything else to say). There were at least five or six times when at least half a dozen passes were strung together resulting in goals or near misses.

In the first bit of the second half, the brilliance of our play put us 5–1 up, and we were cruising. But as often happens we became a bit over confident and over committed up front. The opposition pounced and pulled a couple of goals back, to bring it back to 5–3 with about 8 minutes to go.

But then I got the easiest goal of the season. The opposition goalie left his line to put a ball into touch. He and all his comrades walked lazily back into position leaving a gaping goalmouth. It was here that Cocky, who had seen the opportunity, pounced. Like a man possessed he ran to collect the ball and placed on the touch line. And just as he was thinking that no other brown had had spotted the open goal, I, James, ran past all the opposition players, whereupon Cocky fed the crucial pass. The loser opposition keeper sensed the danger but could not get back in time. I slotted home. The loser keeper complained to the ref, but the ref said fair play and the goal stood.

Special mentions
Special mention goes to Chasm for being the most beautiful and busy man on court.
Special mention goes to Cocky for a four goal feast and some scintillating passing.
Special mention goes to Tao for telling the ref where to shove it, earning a yellow.
Special mention goes to Gill for putting many shots on goal, and not once hitting the roof—I suspect some backyard practice may be going on.
Special mention goes to me, James, for scoring the easiest goal of the season.

Match Report: 08 January 2009

January 11, 2009match reportjimbob

Nannas v Booming Back Atcha

Score: 5 v 4

Attendees: JH, DC, TH, CG, TK, GF, RH, TW

Goals: JH 2, DC 1, CG 1, RH 1

MOM: JH

The evening:

Kondo was the first to turn up to a Nanna event with an I-Phone; Saskia started crawling, at the very tender age of 6 months; Cocky, disciplined for his MOM duties non-compliance, was stripped of his post-match vote; and two Nannas were faced with an hour’s drive home, setting a very dangerous precedent.

The game:

The excesses of Christmas proved somewhat befuddling; maybe it was the un-ventilated arena; perhaps it was the bloated eight, which for the first half ended up being a perfect seven, confusing us even more because Coach had pulled together the sub sheet for the former; probably it’s just the way the Nannas play these days.

Nanna skulls were fuzzy, so much so that it looked like several of us had come down with a severe case of the Chasms in D. After kick-off and then the restart Nannas sprang hither and tither like rabbits in a warren fleeing from a ferret. There were moments when every time the opposition got the ball, many a Nanna erupted in a cold fever shouting, screaming, and generally doing everything they could to upset their comrades.

Yet, while the Nannas did go briefly behind, once they got in front they were never headed.

The opposition did have skills, especially in the turning and shooting department, which Coach found out much to his amazement/chagrin just before time. But these skills were not team wide, and what was similarly evident was their lack of cohesion in defence, which came from their shit keeper who did not inspire between the opposition sticks, letting in a couple of howlers.

Gill got one from a speculative throw. Against all nay-sayers Gill continues to pepper the opposition’s goal, as well as all parts of the stadium, with a fertile foot and looping arm.

Striker kept up his goal average with a low trajectory shot. Cocky likes to preach about the merit of some golden rule he apparently heard Arsene mutter. Cocky is to be commended for the example he set on this evening—wanker.

Hinkley got one too, through a head goal, or header. This long throw to a head waiting expectantly up front has long been a Nanna sucker punch, much like Tao’s in off corner move. On a good day, when things are going for us, it goes in and everyone is happy, but on bad days it becomes an over-used act of desperation, similar to the Nanna one-touch that goes to no one.

I got two, praise be to me, though the first was a lolly pop off my right that my twenty-month could have got in front of.

Special mention must go to Guy Fraser, the pure embodiment of zeal. To see him pick out a much faster man, hunt him down like a crazed animal until the quarry falls in a heap of desperation and then perform the reach around on him is to know true brown.

Special mention also goes to Kondo for letting a bunch of never satisfied technology nerds get a hold of his newly acquired I-Phone.

Willing and glad

December 17, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.

Cynical

December 3, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Watch what people are cynical about, and one can often discover what they lack.

27-11-08 (the hardest game of the season)

December 3, 2008match reportjimbob

Nannas v Russians

2–16

GF, TH, TW, AW, JH

The hardest game of the season; the Nannas were always going to have a tough time.

First, there was talk of camping resulting in three Nannas fucking off somewhere breaking the Nanna’s and Cocky’s heart.

Second, there was lots of champagne drunk immediately before the game.

Third, we were all high on an art opening, Andy especially.

Fourth, it was a scratch match, and we had confirmation before kick-off that we were in the finals.

Fifth, we were playing the Russians, who had on their team a player of mammoth skill, his footwork so great that most of the nannas, high and drunk, could hardly make out his constantly twirling feet, let alone manage to get in his way, or even touch him—as so many of us wanted to do, in our inebriated admirated states.

Yes, the odds were stacked against us. But the Nannas battled bravely and there were moments of magic.

There was Tao on the turn, rapping the ball onto the post and into goal.

There was Tao again, going the nut and getting a red card for his efforts. At the time the Nannas were probably down 10–nil but Tao only knows one way, which is to find an opponent, whack him as hard as he can, whack him again, and then for good measure whack him once more.

There was Tommy throwing his gloves to the ground in disgust. There is some rule somewhere (which the Russians knew, mind you) that states that if you have a player sent off, you can send on a player in his place after three minutes. The Russians had a replacement to send on and did so; we did not and could not. Tommy said, ‘fuck this, and fuck you [to the Russians]’ and then stormed off.

There was Andy, all buff and shit, steaming up the camera for the post match shot. Yes Andy is a very sexual man and to hell if anyone knows it. Andy knows of course that indoor soccer is only a game but the real test of a man is his attractiveness to other men. Andy does us all proud.

There was Ghee, after a long flight, after much champagne, after much feeling up of art folk, all steel and sweat, striding onto the court. Sure his skills were a bit rusty, sure he had trouble getting to grips with the very regimented Nanna game plan but fuck me did he run, fuck me did he try.

Dwell not in fairy-land

November 26, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Unfortunately this earth is not a fairy-land, but a struggle for life, perfectly natural and therefore extremely harsh.

Stronger men.

November 19, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Do not pray for easy lives. Pray to be stronger men.

Match report-301008 (part b)

November 7, 2008match reportjimbob

Few things are a worse sight in sport than that of an errant team trying to find its way back to form. The Nannas fall into the above two categories: our form foul, our ways exceedingly wayward. But such is the nature of a team that continues to start badly; such is the nature of team where the starting line up is more unpredictable than Cocky’s facial hair; such is the nature of team that in recent weeks has, as Gill says, lacked any menace whatsoever—even after the coach’s roasting a couple of weeks back.
On this evening a bad start was again how we began. Like a final a couple of seasons back, like only last week, the Nannas let four goals in before it dawned on us that we were playing competitive sport, and losing badly. Yet it does have to be said that we were up against some sharp and shrewd passing and running. I recall the ball being played diagonally to just in front of where captain was backpedalling for all he was worth. The ball eluded said glorious leader but found an opponent who pasted one past Gill.
It is true that on occasion we are slow out of the blocks, you might also note that there are many sci-fi nerds who play Brown, you might even go so far as to say that some Nannas like each other too much, but never ever utter that Brown men of any ilk lack backbone. With four goals against us, so began the Nanna fightback. This time around Chassy, a man of colossal spine, led the revolt, slotting home the first. As women are to nagging, so is Chassy to opponents; as vultures are to dead meat, so is Chassy to the ball. Inspired by such brownliness, we went into the break four–two down, after I was called on to slot home a penalty—why it was awarded I really cannot recall.
The second half was won by the Nannas four goals to two. At one stage we were two in front but could not hold it. I cannot recall how our opponents managed to get back on level terms with us in the second stanza, but I am sure it was all arse and much undeserved.
Of the rest of the game, there are only fleeting pockets of remembrances.

But I do remember what occurred post match and the now infamous MOM vote. While there is conjecture as to who initiated the cock up voting for MOM the first time, when the second ballot was called for there is no doubt that Cocky became the first Nanna in the history of Nannadom to cast his vote in standard donkey fashion. For such disrespect, Cocky goes into the next match, in my opinion at least, with a code violation against his name.

Laugh in the face of equal terms

October 29, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Get your enemy at a disadvantage; and never, on any account, fight him on equal terms.

Inmost recesses

October 22, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

We aim to whip the opposition, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.

There are a lot of great quotes out there but this week I couldn’t go past this one.

October 8, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Counteth not thy fucking chickens before thy fucking chickens hatcheth.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends

October 1, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our Nanna dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility; but when the blast of whistle blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger: stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

Losing

September 24, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

If a tie is like kissing your sister, losing is like kissing your grandmother with her teeth out.

The second installment—threeway match report—190808

September 23, 2008match reportjimbob

6—4 vs Dirty Waffles

JH(gk), TW(2), AW, RH, DC(4)
MOM: dc, jh, aw

Well, I do not really remember much about the last Nanna outing, my concentration, or perhaps nervous tension, kept me so focussed on shot stopping (not getting whacked) that half the game seems to have gone unregistered by my memory banks.

Well, the Nannas were lacking, in personnel that is. Coach and Gill gave no explanation for their non-appearance and Chas, with arse hairs flaring, proudly announced that he was off to bask at the beach—so much for the brown brotherhood.

Well, we were a paltry four until Tao, gulping at a V, ran in to save our bacon. But then the question, who would deputise in goals? Captain put forth that I was a natural choice, shouting proudly that my ball skills were impeccable, flawless, unblemished. So here I was trying to figure out what the Captain and my ball skills had been up to, and more importantly what the Chasm would think about it, when the game started, with me standing in goals.

Well, AWong, the very bravest of MOMs, was in a very scything mood on this evening. Sure he might not look like anything like Roy Keane but fuck me does he do a good impression of the former Man U hard man’s ankle–knee–groin grind. He was bringing people down from behind, poaching balls from in front, and then, just for fun, threatening to grab all and sundry’s gonads: AWong a true mountain of strength and stamina. As the Captain noted post game, the patented ‘Nanna crumble’ never came about, and that was due largely to AWong.

Well, Tao, angry, ever vigilant for even the slightest insult or knock, lay into his immediate opponent at every opportunity. Yes, it would not be a Nannas’ game without our man of fury tearing up the court, cutting a swathe through any hope the opposition had of a civil, friendly fixture. To be fair, Tao did almost recreate his magical volley from the grand final a couple of seasons back, but this time he only found an opponent instead of goal. But he did manage a cracking strike getting contact with the top of his foot, angling the shot upwards and into the roof of the goal.

Well, then there is Striker. Striker was in full flight for all of the game, not only toward goal but also defending ours. Apparently he scored four goals but what was really evident was his passing and movement. Usually Striker has some difficultly with distribution. Some people put it down to a subconscious fear of teammates, myself I think it is more to do with a lack of practice. Whatever affected him in the past did not on this evening, he was all side-foots, back-heals and running, lots of running.

Well, last but by no means least is Captain. While I know Captain did play, I don’t actually remember him being on court. And this, frankly, is the way it should be. Captains in my opinion should be invisible, spreading themselves like glue throughout a team with quiet pats on the backside, rants at errant team members, and lots and lots of shouting to build morale. It was all there from the Captain, well so I imagine.

The reach-around – follow-through—Match Report 081109 (B)

September 15, 2008match reportjimbob

Yes, for those Nannas present on this glorious evening there was only beauty to be beheld. Beauty in a Nanna line up whose efforts in attack were only matched by the magnificence residing in their shorts.

Yes, the Nannas were well hung and didn’t we know it. The brown men strutted onto court legs akimbo, bulging in the trouser: men of virulence ready for any manly challenge ahead. And while the surface to be played on was greasier than Guy Fraser’s underwear after a long stint internet gazing, our control and assuredness under foot was never in question.

Yes, while there were examples aplenty of Nanna pace, power, poise, passing, purpose, presence, persistence, pugnaciousness, penetration and execution, the following (in chronological order) were the standouts.

Yes, Striker took possession of the ball, just on our side of halfway. Like only a striker can he ignored every plea of support from his comrades and took off in search of goal. On his way there he encountered every player for the opposition. Did he fluently and fleet-of-foot step around and through their challenges I hear you ask? Not a bit of it. Instead he was intent on running into them, using his pure manliness to force the ball down field. One by one they fell by the wayside until he was one on one with the goalie who, in a panic, wet his pants. Striker picked his spot and found it.

Yes, AWong found himself streaming down the right hand side after a ball that had come loose of Nanna possession. Just before he reeled it in he stole a glance across court. To his left a group of players were waiting: Nannas expectant for the cross, the opposition scheming a defence. But AWong is known as the backdoor specialist and with good reason—once a fellow tastes the sweet delights of the alternative avenue to goal he will never want it any other way, and so it was on this evening. Reaching the ball his brain had already computed the angle and pace that he would have to strike, and strike he did, threading the eye of the needle so perfectly that one Nanna went into fits of ecstatic joy the moment it left AWong’s boot.

Yes, Gill had been pinging away at goal for most of the match and his efforts were, for the most part, powerful and penetrating, rendering his opposite number a slobbering mess at the other end of the court. But just for sport he laid the ball at his feet, held his hand high in the air, and then took a few steps back. When everyone was ready he strode surely forth, cocked his leg and swung swiftly, sending a distinct smack throughout the arena. Such was the pace imparted on the projectile that it held its height, barely a metre from the earth, as it curved from left to right, as lefties are wont to do, toward net. The crowd gasped as Gill and his opposite number raised their hands in anticipation, but at the crucial moment Striker materialised out of thin air sticking his right hoof into ball’s path, shifting the trajectory out and away from gloved hand and into goal.

Match Report 070808 + Impromptu (PART 2)

August 20, 2008match reportjimbob

The night for this brown Nanna started in the car and Striker busting out the fake cigarette. Coach said ‘look out! It’s the fuzz‘ but Striker wasn’t fazed—he was way too high to worry about some bitches with some phoney respect.

Anyhow, Striker offered the fake ciggy around the car. First coach took it and then after some time I put my doing two things at once ability to the test. Needless to say that you never mean to get totally high but sometimes even the slightest puff can put you out of your mind, as Vic-roads would have it.

Anyhow, the game started slow and Gilla is right our D was of the highest order—no bitches would penetrate us until the very last minute.

And yes the ref was of the same ludicrous disposition as on our previous outings, calling fouls when no contact had been made and on one occasion calling Gilla for stepping out of his area with the ball, even though he, the ref, was a good twenty metres away.

Gilla had his revenge: from the ensuing penalty he guessed right, literally, and made a majestic save.

Anyhow, Striker slid down the right hand side, pulling a move further right and then hit one back across the goalie for one of the sweetest strikes of the year. And that was how it stayed until the middle of the next half.

Anyhow, games are oft won in the blink of an eye and on this night the Nanns went from one-nil up to three-nil up in a solitary minute, I shit you not. The first was set up by yours truly—with a chip and chase Sterlo style. Winfield Cup fans circa 1982 will know what I am talking about. Cocky, in true-strikerly fashion, finished off the move, being on hand to accept the final pass in a two-on-one situation.

Then I struck again, this time getting the final touch as Gilla launched with his left and I with my head, heading home.

Anyhow, Tao finished the scoring for the Nannas with something of the following, which I really don’t remember:

‘I passed one off to Dan who ran down with it as I ran with him on the opposite side of goals then he passed across to me and as the goalie waved his arm around in front of me a popped in passed his left side, or his right side as I’m looking at him, through to the back of the net.’

Anyhow, then it was off to Impromptu it up and apart from the Supper Inn, lashings of lager, and Gill whipping my arse in Virtual Tennis, there was some very serious talk about the state of brownness across the full spectrum of the Nanna line up. From the way I heard it one Nanna, and no names will be mentioned here, didn’t want to join the brown fraternity because, and I quote, ‘he had a busy day tomorrow’.

Anyhow, while this revelation did momentarily shake the spirits of the Nannas it was, in the words of one person present, not wholly unexpected. I think he said something like, ‘well that arse-bandit was never really fit to the lead the Nannas anyway’.

Anyhow, Striker said that he would step up and lead because he was at that moment in time the richest, literally and metaphorically, and in all honesty I think all of those present, even though they may not have wholly heard this comment, did subconsciously accept the self-nomination—I know I did.

Nannas are men

July 23, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Nannas are men…most apt for all manner of services and best able to support and endure the infinite toils and continual hazards of the court.

Listen up Nannas

July 2, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

I want my enemies dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.

Match report- 190608

June 25, 2008match reportjimbob

Opponents: Los Pitufos
Score: 7 (Los Pitufos) – 2 (Nannas)
Attendees: TK, TH, DC, RH, JH
Goals: DC, JH
MOM: JH

Butt- reamed, rammed, arse- invaded, jam-rolled, indescribably filled, yes Nannas, this is how I felt after a non-too terrific performance Thursday night last.

Yes Nannas, questions do need to be asked. Questions like should Captain have sole control of the growing of his facial hair mid-season? Should Striker get a good night’s sleep on a Wednesday night? Does coach need more time to get his dicky knee right before entering the field of battle? And the most important of all, what is the recommended number of subs if half the Nannas are expected to be late or have an off night?

On reflection the Nannas weren’t too bad. The word that most comes to mind is soft: soft in defence, soft in the contest and fifty fifties (if I can use a couple of footy phrases), and definitely soft in the first half. Well more like asleep in the first half.

The first stanza was were we lost the game, for before we knew it we were about three goals down and it all seemed perfectly harmless, almost like, oh well we’ll get it back somehow. The thing is this sort of attitude only works in the event of a landslide if we can get to our opponents and really put them off their game. The nannas Thursday last were never going to do this.

The second half was better; we did find some rhythm, though not a lot. We did start to string a couple of passes together, though on most occasions the final, crucial pass was beyond us. And yes our defence did tighten up, although there were about two or three times when an opponent had his back to goal with a nanna close enough to hump him, only for the opponent to turn and take the softest shot.
All nannas please note: standing up against the back of your opponent like you have a strange urge to sniff his crack is not defence, it is a recipe for disaster.

Special mention goes to Cocky for trying to convince the nannas that winning the second half was a noble and just cause.

A good run

June 18, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

A good run is better than a bad stand

Nanna mercy

June 4, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

May God have mercy upon our enemies, because we won’t.

In the immortal words of Jack Gibson

May 20, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Played strong, done good.

Nanna tactics: it’s about time we changed ’em

May 14, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

One must change one’s tactics every ten years if one wishes to maintain one’s superiority.

Your enemy’s mistakes.

May 7, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

Do not wrinkle your soul.

April 3, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.

Nannas vs Hyderoos 200308

April 2, 2008match reportjimbob

Attendees: TW, TH, DC, RH, JH.

Result: 7-1

T’was a tight five that adorned the court. Adorned? Yes adorned for there was beauty to be beheld from the Nannas on this evening.

The Nannas glided about the court doing what we pleased to insipid opponents, which was only fitting given the mismatched nature of the contest. It was almost like a prediction for the Geelong, Melbourne game to be played this weekend. Or perhaps Manchester United versus the Gunners in the title race? Maybe I am reaching on that last one.

Some might raise their eyebrows in surprise at such comparisons but scoff no longer doubting fools. Indeed if our tight formation of five wasn’t completely focused, so insistent on grinding our foes into the dirt like the helpless bugs they were, we too may have been in awe of the eminence of our efforts.

The nannas were in the mood and there was no stopping us. Not a stuttering opposition, nor a paltry turnout (from the uncommitted), or even Cormac, who threatened all night but ultimately always undid himself with his own trickery, would hold us up.

The brown men seemed to swallow a sacred elixir of patience, poise, speed and movement before we stepped on court. But in truth this performance had been on the cards for a while; form is intricately tied with momentum, and even though we had been beaten in the weeks leading up to this night, those score lines were deeply flattering to past enemies.

It appears the new style we have been toying with for so long is finally gaining currency in our play. All the Nannas need to do now is keep up that style for an entire 36 minutes. Against lesser opponents on this night it proved easy. Against those of greater calibre, our conditioning will have to improve.

Special mention goes to the Captain for playing on the very day his baby was due.

Special mention also goes to Coach for almost keeping a clean sheet, but the goal that got him was a good one. The dirty back heal from the aforementioned Cormac.

Enrage them.

March 19, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

Whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.

Don’t be imbeciles

March 12, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

The essence of good football is ferocity. Moderation in football is imbecility.

Squeaky-bum time

March 5, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob

The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of crisis.

Remember the Alamo

February 28, 2008jims quote of the weekjimbob