For outstanding quality make your own ring flash with a hacksaw and a box cutter

1-3 Vs Esperanza
CB, CG(GK), TH, TK, AW, TW(1,MOM)

Giller turned up and the first thing he said was to get angry people. I took that thought to the field. Half way through the first half taking the ball down the line towards the goals I got a bit of a bump from the the Dolf and, due to his hight and girth, a little tap from him does feel like a tonne of bricks coming down you. The ball went out for a corner but I took offence and turned and gave him a bit of a shove. This set him off and the goalie came out to give me a bit of a shove and went on about how I had just ruined the special relationship our 2 teams have……… huh? Have I missed something. A yellow card was pulled out but none of us were sure if it was for me or for Dolf for his reaction to my shove. Needless to say I was sent of for the rest of that half and I sucked it up and went and apologised for my rotten behaviour. The ref, who wasn’t feeling the best with a bit of a cold shook his head at me wondering why I would take on the only guy out there that could snap any one of us like a twig. The Dolf.

In the second half I was on the sidelines, because I had been subbed off not for any other reason, and witnessed the dreadful site of Kondo’s face cushioning his fall as it hit the floor pretty hard. He and an opponent were fairly, I thought, contesting the ball and Kondo may or may not have got a bit of a shove. Kondo bravely got up ready to fight on but was quickly off the the side when we realised that he had in fact opened up a nice little gash just above his eye. On seeing this from a different angle to I the coach lost his mind and started yelling at the ref. This gave the coach a little time in the sin bin also.

I can’t actually remember when the goals were struck but I got the only for us and they scored a couple. And you know what that means. At least we kept it pretty tight on the night.

As most Nanna’s bailed on the cooking that night Tom and I took Kondo to emergency at the Alfred where they quickly had a look at him. Kondo in his rather gallant manner chose not to have stitches but just went with a nice tight dressing in the hope he might be left with a bit of a war wound to show off in later years.

Game: NANNAS vs Hyderoos

Lost 4:8

CB(1), DC(1), JH(1), CG, RH, TH, AW, TW(1), TK(g)(MOM)

We faced the Hyderoos this week and I am reporting about them again. Mmm.. We need good win against this team.
However, you remember their name, how they attack and how they defend themselves.

They have the good strategy to attack as two-man cell. the two men were often moving close enough to cover each other and scored quite few goals this night.
This worked well in their counter situations. I say their defense was deep so that they were sometime vulnerable for our quick solo attacks but kept their defense line at the back tight. We need some strategy to break through this.

Anyway, the game was conducted by the crazy 8 and I witnessed the beautiful long goals and the dribble goals.
I do not have best tactics to beat them but I bet you do. I have to say we will be a bit different next time.
here is the special mention for Gilla. Thanks for coming to see the game at the last minutes. It was great to spend time at Belgium beer cafe before the massive weekend.

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I have an announcement that we have been fighting together almost last one decade and we had the celebration event 10th April 2010. (Wait the pictures to be uploaded)
Thank you very much my brother Nannas. We have fought together, challenged together, tried our best together to win the games. It is my honor to share these moments with you.

3-4 vs OzSpurs ?
DC(1,m), CB(1), AW(1), JH, TK(g)

What a great game. Some tired legs in the second half but a tight five that kept it freaking’ tight! The first half witnessed some of the most composed teamwork I’ve seen in a long time. The Nannas had clear positions, they held those positions and they shut down anything the opposition tried. There was fluid passing, back and across court which resulted in the first goal. The ball moving almost into a corner position before coming back to almost halfway for Chas who laid it into the path of Wal to thread the needle through at least 80% of the opposing team and into the goal. I’m not clear on how their goals came but there was some sloppy work in front of our own goal by the author and also once in particular by Jim which was unfortunately punished. Chas should have had a goal, he bloody deserved it for the run in, in fact it was so compelling he thought after the game that it actually was a goal. The author finally managed to put at one in and Chas did get one real-unimagined-version also. Jim should have scored about 3 if only his shots had been 20cm lower, the woodwork (well metal work) was not on his side either. But shit, what a great game, the tight five really does take the Nannas to a new level, positions, tactics, movement and passing… if only our fitness were up to it. of course the downside of the tight five is a tendency to bail on the after match function, thank god for the west side massive (i.e Jim and Takeshi) who took it to Prudence for a quite one. Super Props also go to Issy for supporting, strong work young man !

date stamp: ten days of hell for the Crooks/Ransoms following a bout of salmonella. brutal. Miri in hospital for 3 days, Rocketâ„¢ force weaned, El all scrawny and boney like bitzer maloney. Then Rocketâ„¢ and dad on a day trip to Sydney, 2 hours sleep, taxi, plane, train, boat, site visit and reverse… and not a winky time in site.

Match report 18 March 2010

Nannas vs The Annual

CB, DC, CG, JH, RH, TH, TW, AW(m)
Apologies, I’m unclear on the goals. But we won. Convincingly. Was it about 6- 3…?

This was one of THE best games I can remember in a long time. I don’t know how I stole the mom. I wanted to vote for all nannas. The team was playing like a well lubed machine.

All I can say to the opposition generally, is that I am sick of you all bringing your hot young girlfriends to watch the game. Time after time, you try and just fuck us up mentally. Thinking that the nannas are too old and too gay to be distracted by the other flesh. Well you are wrong. Your strategy is working. It’s upsetting me, and this time you pushed me too far.

On this occasion you bring along your Liv Tyler look alike, all pouting and panting by the side line. I am going to go all karate Chi inverse-energy style on you, using the rabbit-dodging-hyena move, and using your own strength and momentum, I am going to channel that fresh young thing on the sideline, and I am going to reverse fuck you. Me and Bernardo Bertulucci.

It was great to see the Captain back on the court, super fresh, and channelling his own demons into a positive strength. I had a great angle on a near-goal by Chas, who brought it down the line and popped it, unfortunately hitting the post. But so close. This was the only single moment I recall of the actual game. It was otherwise a blur of nanna jism.

It was a huge game. Personally I didn’t get sucked so far up the field, perhaps because I was hanging back for some quality time with Liv, but this paid off.

It was a hot and humid night. Post game we hit Brunswick st for some late night burgers. and then some pool.

Game: NANNAS vs Esperanza

Lost 1:4

DC, RH, TH, AW, TW(1), TK(MOM)

The night was started from watching a motivational video clip brought by the coach.

The video was probably created somewhere in Europe with a most deluxe TV show stage with many of frying cams.
There was a really toll man in black tuxedo at the middle of the big band, singing smooth and well. We were wondering who is the guy… then some one screamed “He must be Dolph Lundgren!”
Yes, Ivan Drago is now singer. I could not believe what I saw but I should have known that the Karate champion who entered MIT should be able to do other things. He is well known actor. of cource He can sing well and dance well.

What impressed me most was that he moved to the side of the stage in the middle of the show. then he started chopping wood plates and massive ice slates by his hand. Go Dolph! All of them are in the total choreographed way. Now I can believe he is Ivan Drago. Who else can chop the things without tools? Mmm.. his Karate chops shivers me.

I think the point is that we should play the game like “float like butterfly sting like bee” … may be no… it is from by Muhammad Ali…..
Well, we should have some accents or contrast in our show. We should try some innovative skills and tricky moves at the start then finishing off by the good old most reliable signature attacks. 　

Anyway, the game was against the Esperanza which is now our nemesis from the last division. Remember that we are getting better and better against this fast paced team. The special mention for the captain to sacrifice his leg to keep us brown. We will see the better result next time. It was a great goal TW. I liked the way he scored the goal real quick just after we lost a goal.

AW took us to the fancy Mexican bar in the city. Very tasty beers and nice food!

The one Andy forgot to post. Last time Andy, this is the last time.

Game: NANNAS vs Hyderoos

Lost 4:6

JH(1), CG(2), RH, TH, AW, TW, TK(1)(MOM)

Not one but two goalie goals. (quoting from funky nanna)
This happens so often recently. I have been wondering how we play our games?? Do we play some kind of new long range scoring soccer?
Are we trying to get some lucky goals? The answer is No…

It only happens when our dedication, the concentration and the pressure are grater than the opponent’s one. The energy suppresses the whole court and you feel the strong wind is blowing you from your back. We played the first half very well in Nannas way.

Good old Hyderoos which has been staying in this division is not ranked as low. They are tough and some of them have good foot skills to dominate the middle court. We challenged them the last half but the energy was not same as the first half.

You remember that we were fighting against them so many times at the time. We had good wins and bad loss. They have got a little better control this time but it would not be same in the next game. DWS Fc, The Annuals, Hyderoos are great measurement for our dedication and concentration.

Take a deep breath…hold the feeling… release it at the next game.

Game: Nannas Vs Ozspurs
Result: 1-4
Players: JH, CG(GK), RH(MOM), CB, AW, TH, TW 1(MOM)

Another hot wet night but not as sticky as the week beofre. While the Nannas didn’t play too badly the other team were not that much better but they were just that much better. This allowed them to get 3 goals up in the first half. Without a doubt we let them take us hard in the first half and it wasn’t till the second half that the Nanna’s stood up and started acting like real men.

The second half was much tighter and we managed to draw…….the second half. Of course this didn’t mean we drew the game. Our only goal came from a lovely throw from Giller to me and I took it nice and slow off my foot on the turn and managed to tap it past the goalie as he tried to rush me.

The Nanna’s kept their cool most of the time except for an incident that should remain unmentioned. There was also a moment when Hinkley had an AFL leap onto his back that could have turned into an all out brawl and nearly was except for the cool calming influence of the ref we have been blessed with this season. We must insist wherever we play in whatever division we must have him.

First ever Nanna iphone panorama

Game: NANNAS v’s THE (dirty) ANNUAL

Result 5 : 6

TEAM: JH 1, CG 2(mom), AW 1, RH 1,CB, TK.

An absolute tragedy of Greek proportions!!!

The faced off with the Christians they were so sweet. They got the first goal with a corner becomes a header affair, which sucks…..Then we slammed them with not one but two goalie goals. That usually shuts them up!!
And shut them up it did. Actually I should take you back to the start when the Captain gave us a rousing speak about composure against the Annual, that’s their secret he mused….they thrive in chaos. Like a butterfly flapping its wings on the sideline we began.
The game was TOTALLY on our terms. At the start of the second half they equalised again as we let our guard down. But through some golden greek moves from Andy “8.22” Wong we stretched clear again.
Five minutes to go and two goals clear…….Looking good. But then the winds of change blew at us like a MASSIVE butterfly with wings like a god damn sailboat. Both of their goals were arsey deflections…..They drew level and then reached into their christian asses for some more deflection shizzen! Oh it really bought us down…..7 seconds to go……
The pain does not lessen with pharmaceutical assistance…..
Rhian cooked at the Riverside….we booked an act for the Nanna ball there. the crazy office crew!

GAME Nannas versus Vagabundo Del Prias
RESULT n 1 : v d p 9
PLAYERS CG (mom), JH 1, TK, AW, RH

What a game of two halves. Firstly we were pretty surprised that the actual school had been opened for us. That was a good start. We were the tight five, infact we will probably be now known as the tightish five.
The first half was a relatively good one. It finished at 1:1. They got a cheeky one and then Jim was given a penalty, which he slammed past their keeper. At the change over we were realitively positive. The night was actually quite warm and as it turned out our run was stiffled by this heat. The second half was a victory to the nannas in that they didn’t get 10 goals against us. There were accusations that there was a “little” bit of anger directed AMONGST the team. I MIGHT has been a LITTLE bit responsible, but they still voted me as the MOM, so I couldn’t have been that bad. It must have been Jim.
The Nannas were really good in the first half and kudos goes out to them for that.
The night was turned on its head with the cookin though…
the Nannas went to the HUTONG DUMPLING Palace!!! Who ever thought that you could get a pork dumpling that had beef soup IN the dumpling!!!!!!!!!!!!INSANE!!!!!!!!!!
The Bamboos rocked a fine set afterwards at the Uptown Jazz cafe!

Another great choice from Kondo the Kulinary King.

Notice the slight of hand of Tom. Eating from his plate and the hot plate at the same time. Didn’t notice it on the night that’s for sure. Too quick.

Just to clarify on Chassy’s post, I did not get a red card on the semi final night. I was given a yellow card and was sent to the sin bin for a few minutes. It was near the end of the game so didn’t go back on.

MOM of the season out.

26 november. playing: full nanna squad.

The ultimate showdown.

This is the kind of potential which has been talked through the eras. How would the nannas be split into two teams? tallies vs shorties, oldies vs youngies, skins vs cuts. Out on the table. Modestly prevailed and a rotating system was spreadsheeted. A nanna speciality – spreadsheeting. Browns vs golds. Poo vs piss.

Full team nannas rocked up deep west to the Scray. We had a court beside the cricket. In nine years, this was the first time we had ever played in nets, continuous off the ‘walls’. It took us a while to get into the flow. The understanding that if you miss a pop at goals, it bounces back, and you just keep popping. It was physically intense as there was no down time. No little pauses. And no subs.

We played 4 quarters of ten minutes each. The freshly turned 40 year old Wal was fucked after the first 5 minutes. Sweating like a nanna, this was super intense. But the nannas just keep kicking goal after goal after goal. This was too much fun. Employing snooker tricks, and bouncing the balls off the wall. Some gold cross-court passing. Final scores were 59-61.

I had a very sleepy Izzy on the bench, and so had to leave early, unfortunately missing the dinner. But most nannas would have slept well this night.

But we must do that again. If for no other reason, than for the rebirthing experience. That was tight.

Another crap yet strangely hypnotic nannamation lowering the bar even further.

0-0 FF  F.C
TH, RH, CB, DC, JH, AW, TW, TK

It was late one 10:40 but F.C did not turn up…. Nannas needed a practice.

A team from top division + a skilled ref (as they were only 4) suggested to play a game against us.
We were fully prepared for the end of the season madness and ready to take down any team so we accepted the offer.

Few things I can report are that Nannas had great skills to take the opponent’s balls in 1 on 1 situation.  Plus, we had a couple of nicest fast goals supported by double cross passes. The first half was tough but I saw the best goals based on our team work at the second half.

The golden combination (2 pass + 1 goal made by 3 nannas) must be the key to get more scores regardless who against us.

It was a lovely wedding except we all forgot to wear suits

3-1 loss VS Esperanza
TH, RH, CB(1), DC, CG (GK MOM), JH, AW, TW(MOM), TK(MOM)

The third also rhymes with a turd. How many times should we talk about this pussy loss.  We are playing these jokers this thursday night and let me say the Nannas were scared of the Aryan Giant.

Who would be scared of a massive built 8 foot tall blonde guy. He’s a blonde guy for christ sake. He is too busy remembering to breath let alone plotting your death!

There team came out hard and it seemed we all spat out our viagra within the first minute. If this happens again nannas I will play naked!

You are warned! This week harden the F*ck up!

Rhian will be cooking so stay hungry.

Nannas vs ??
Won 3-1
CB 1 (MOM), DC 1, RH, TW, TH, AW, CG

There is an unfortunate correlation between the number of MOM votes received and the lucidity of memory pertaining to the game for which the votes are received. Unfortunate in that the greater the number of votes received the duller and more obscured are the facts of the game.

There is something in the euphoria of the moment of realising that your brothers have voted for you that seems to precipitate this amnesiac effect. The thrill in the knowledge that out of all the fine, determined and valiant performances on display this night it is you and you alone who has been singled out to receive the honour of MOM (unless of course there is a double/triple/quadruple/quintuple/sextuple/septuple/octuple/novtuple or dectuple MOM. But that is another story…). The giddiness of knowing that for that night only you are the best of the best, the bravest of the brave, the most skilful of the skilled, the most rock-hard of the rock-hards. The narcotic effect on brain and heart as well as the sudden loss of blood to the inexplicable engorging of the nether member renders one quite incapable of recalling specific events of the game.

But we did win. We won. And one of them broke their wrist really badly and had to be taken to hospital and all of the Nannas went and ate 3 chili chicken at somewhere dainty apart from me and Rhian. We went to the convent and worked on Urchin. Then Wal and Gilly did an after party at Black Cat with “monster” tunes apparently.

3-1 loss VS Esperanza
TH, RH, CB(1), DC, CG (GK MOM), JH, AW, TW(MOM), TK(MOM)

Oh yes all Nanna’s turned up to play on this night but not all Nanna’s made it to the starting blocks. There was a last minute scratching of the long awaited return of Jim-Bob. Whilst having a little kick downstairs waiting for the ever reliably late northside crew to turn up Jim when arse over tit and slammed his forearm into the ground.

Jim, not wanting to appear as much of a pussy as he actually is, and that goes for all the Nannas that didn’t sign up to Movember or even donate at this point, started the game with style but quickly took the bench when that pain became too much for him.

Our opposition came out all guns a blazing and that set the tempo for the game. Esperanza played much like the Nannas do but with a little more flare on the night. While they did give us 3 free shots at goals we didn’t manage to convert one of them. Their aggression should have been their downfall but alas the Nannas weren’t able to capitalise on this.

I guess we didn’t play too badly as I don’t remember being yelled at post game by the coach. So there’s a bonus. Overall I think the Nannas played reasonably well but could have taking the higher ground and controlled the ball a little more. Most of the time we lose the ball is with our constant need to move forward. If we just passed back a little more we might actually hang onto the ball.

And Kondo we actually have to play Esperanza again next week. If we stay on top of the ladder we will then have to play the team in fourth position. There is every chance we could play them in the finals but we will have to beat Gassius in round 11 and they beat us by 2 goals last time. Bring your best game Nannas as we are going to need it.

3-1 loss VS Esperanza
TH, RH, CB(1), DC, CG (GK MOM), JH, AW, TW(MOM), TK(MOM)

Every possible Nannas in Town turned up to secure the position. Yep we were at the top of the ladder. The night, we faced the team, the second of the ladder. So it started very tight as you can imagine.

The opponent had a great power. They were running well, shooting well, goalie throwing the ball deep and taking the good lucks. The first half, CB got a long solid goal at the beginning and secured our lead. So it was good start even the score ended up 1-1. The second half, the opponent was chasing us like a hell hound then we had some defensive moments. CG saved quite few goals (jumping one hand slap etc) and they squeezed in 2 goals while we were trying to shift the offensive form.

You know all Nannas, we are still at the top of the ladder and win this week. then a week after, we will play against Esperanza again.

this is what 3 chillis gets you at Dainty Sichuan…

a glazed faraway chilli stare…

6-5 Victorious V.J.F.C.
TH, RH(1), DC(2), TK(GK), TW(3(MOM))

Tight five and a score line that doesn’t nearly reflect the Nanna magic on the night. I don’t care to imagine the possible names one can come up with from the initials of our opponents on the night but one must say they played like gentlemen. That’s not to say that all Nanna’s came away unscathed. The Captain managed to get kicked in the leg, a ball to the guts and I’m pretty sure there was something else but can’t quite recall.

Kondo played very well in goals and was only let down by a sometimes poor defence which we can all take the blame for. We can be thankful that our constant pushing forward paid off into goals more than our lack in running back paid off for the opposition.

Dan put a ripper goal in from an impossible angle and Hinkley kicked a beauty also, I just can’t remember it.

There was some nice restraint by Nanna’s on the night and on the occasion some passing back that helped us to control the game the way we needed to and so often need to.

The cook for the night was Dan and the venue was a controversial one… Section 8. It nealry all ended in tears when Tom had to throw the bouncer a hundy to get Dan, Kondo and Hinkley in.

7 – 1 Victorious over F.C.
TH 1(MOM), DC 2?, JH 2?, TW 1?, RH 1?, AW, CG(gk), CB 1?

Like a prancing Arabian stallion, its let legs trotting ever so precisely – yet somehow mechanically – so too the Nannas went a jaunting through the sandy equestrial arena that was non-allegorically just the pit lane building court number 5 in the Albert Park. Their chins up as a chinaman’s soup bowl, they took to the court with a grin and a hearty back-slap, deep in their proud hearts was the true knowing that Nanna on Nanna (intrananna) recriminations would be intolerably viewed upon by their fellow Nanna bretheren and thus feeling freed from their brothers judgemental and potenially spurnfull eyes and likewise feeling the doubly compounded freedom from their own judgmental release the Nannas entered the fray with a spring in their step quite reminiscent of their old chum and smoking companion Springton Mr Brassyfield the III whose current whereabouts is as of this moment unknown. With the Atlasean weight of Judgement removed and Periclean death sword of judging likewise missing, the gay hearts of the Nanna men had the black cloud of doubt removed from its overhead area, hence allowing the sunshine of all the lovely things to rain down upon its little ventricles and other heartish anatomical features both of the actual physiology and also of the more ephemeral things that are associated with the heart. With the sunshine of all the lovely things in their hearts the Nannas were, quite frankly, cock-a-hoot with smiles and chumly touchings, because the sunshine of all the lovely things is a potent barbiturate when administered directly to the heart, engulfing it and swamping it with all the lovely things, like happiness and good times and peace of mind and respect and a firm hand-shake and touch upon the thigh and chicken broth soup and it were as though all the Nannas were playing on the most beautiful of meadows with wildflower and the like, possibly a cascade off in the distance – it’s dulcet roar muted by the distance. Then one Nanna pushed someone and they got a penalty and we went to the railway for a beer, the end.

6-4 Loss to Gassius Clay
TH(MOM), RH, TW, DC 1, JH 1, AW, CG(GK) (one own goal, one uniform infringement goal)

A man goes on a journey and is lost to his comrades for many a week, through the end of one season and into the start of another he neither feels the sweet smack of leather on the end of his boot, nor savours the taste of beer sweetened by the companionship of Nannas. He walks the earth alone, a Nanna alone, a lone Nanna. When he returns things are different. The surroundings, though familiar, he has not seen for a long time. The opposition too have changed. The ref is from a bygone era. Into the fray he steps and things aren’t great. He finds himself battling the pushies – always pushing they were – and when the Nannas push back the ref doesn’t like it. Regardless of the pushiness the Nannas don’t really play that well, they are not singing the song of sweet harmony, they are not carefree, they are tied down in their minds, dwelling on the bad times. For a patch in the first half they pressure well, they up the intensity, they compete. In their minds they are living for the moment, not thinking about what might have been, not trying to tell other Nannas how to play, but this falls away and a malaise blankets them.

Empty your minds Nannas.
Exist to compete.
Focus on the moment at hand.
Dwell not on what might have been.
Impose your will on the game, not through conscious thought, but through effort.
Give 100% and back up on your every move.
Smile and share the love.