Anyway pretty much what happened was the coach said “dick slapper” where upon: Cocky did visual representation (including mouth), Chas and Jim had a ‘moment’, Tao looked on like he’d never heard the word before, Captain tried to smirk it out like he was above it all, Takeshi stared in wonder at the moment that Chas and Jim were having and the concept rang so true with Andy that he could not contain himself. Meanwhile the iPhone focused beautifully on the floor.
erm… I have not had much sleep this week and the most extreme cortisol levels that is a miracle i even remember playing. As such i can’t remember the team or the score. I do remember that i played a whole lot better than the week before when i played like shit, well apart from the copious assists Jim so generously mentioned in the previous report. To return the favour i would note that Jim was hitting some of the sweetest sounding shots in a long time. You know, when you can just hear how sweetly the ball has been struck, something to do with physics and the massive real-time acoustic modelling being done in the brain, unfortunately someone seemed to get in the way every time and those sweetly struck balls would simply not go in. Finally Tao laid off a sitter for Jim to tap in… Erm what else … Shit, I really can’t remember much. the art Fair opened last night and my nervous system only narrowly escaped a full collapse leading up to it. I seem to recall Kondo and Andy Wong were on fire… the cross court passing was all over that shit… The Coach punched one in from the left with a ferocity that belied his signature languid style… … … yes… I better get ready now. Last game before the man weekend.
time stamps: esme turns one, art fair 2010 opens, gillard slumping in the polls, rudd speaks, rhian updates the mom voter, tao refuses to eat oysters, hollywood evaporates…
MAN WEEKEND HERE WE COME !!!!!!!
Attendees: CB, DC, CG, JH, TH, TK, AW, TW
Goals: JH4, TW1, AW1 CG1
Result: 7 nil win to the Nannas
CV: RH
I went into this game with a negative attitude. The bloated eight: it would be hard to get into the game; I definitely would not find the ball or get any goals (and fulfil my dream of being striker). Maybe it was Captain’s late pull out (more on that later) that gave our team a more manageable size. Perhaps as an octet the Nannas struck a fine balance: we were on long enough to have some sort of coherence, off long enough to get a breather and off long enough to want to make an impact when actually playing because our time on would be short.
What was particularly pleasing about this week was our lack of the classic kicking the ball forward at all costs, heedlessly, frantically, Nannarishly. We did this for about two or three minutes last week but this week we paused, looked up and passed intelligently. It was a sight to see.
Maybe division 3 is our new home away from home, a place where we can recoup, regain some form, perfect our style and then have another crack at division 2, only for it all to fall apart again.
We were in front all night, and I’m not just talking about the scoreboard. The team we faced off against hardly got near our goals. I remember only twice when they either had a powerful shot or got one on one with Gilla.
This left the Nannas to attack almost at will and after a slow start that’s pretty much what we did.
Gill got proceedings underway with a trademark long-range effort that dipped, looped and had the opposition goalie thinking it was going to miss. It didn’t.
Then someone kicked the ball in my face. Fuck it hurt. I heard the call from the sideline to come off but with eight, I reasoned that I would never get back on again so I rode it out. After my eyes stopped watering the whack did seem to sharpen my senses a bit and it was about this time I got my first, our second, after intercepting a throw. My second was scored having a ping from a pass from a corner. Tao served up the assist just the way I like it: he dribbled the ball to my left.
I think I got the next two. Gilla threw a long one, which I wrapped my head around and sent into the opposite corner. Gilla is having a fine couple of weeks. Apart from his goal, which he is getting a lot more of these days, he is coming to realise just how important his distribution is to setting the tone for the Nannas in attack. He is mastering the art of bringing the ball out and laying it off just at the right moment. And his long balls are much better directed and he is mixing them up, so they are a lot less the one trick that we rely on.
I got my last from Cocky. Our beloved striker is turning more provider these days. There were at least three occasions when he could have banged away, scoring goals at will but lately he has been choosing to pass. And unlike the old days, when a pass from Cocky was somewhat hit and miss (he was very much an all solo running man, you see), his is now more often than not hitting the mark.
Tao got the next again with Cocky as provider. It was a bit of a pass fest back and forth in front of goal and nothing on his last week’s effort, which was a thing of pure footballing beauty, but a goal is a goal is a goal.
The last Andy put in from close range. He continues to have a knack for lingering near the opposition goals, just out of the line of sight of the enemy, unobtrusive and largely unmarked. Then someone will pass him the ball, on this occasion it was me, and he make them pay for having underestimated his sublime backdoor talents.
This was about it. The Nannas it must be said could have scored more if we had paid more attention to and then exploited some of the spaces that opened up on occasion. At times we were bunching but not really taking notice or advantage of the acreage we had created. Something to work on.
And now I come to a very troubling matter. You see, last week was our anniversary. All Nannas had committed to play. But then one Nanna, the Captain, had to withdraw. Now, there is nothing wrong with withdrawing. It’s how it is done that matters. And Captain failed on two fronts. First, he didn’t front with a reason. Second, in not giving a reason he, the Captain, our spiritual leader, set an example that flouting the rules is fine. One thinks the leadership group should convene a meeting.
First geotag, dang
that is some next level shit…
*edit – ok captain we need to update the theme to one that supports geotagging, the nannas need that shit, this is where we go all AR on it’s arse…
This is the first butt not the last
10 year Nanniversary lunch at Hu Tong (with full kudos to Chris Gill !)
this is a test
Nanna’s 7-4 Yeth
CG(G), TH, RH(1), JH(4), CB, TW(2)(MOM)
I looked up the meaning of Yeth and the following is what I found:
1. Yeth
1. A synonym in the northeastern United States for marijuana, hash, and all drugs containing THC. Encompasses all types of marijuana; everything from shitty outdoors and beasters to potent strains. 2. To smoke marijuana.
2. Yeth
The embellished version of saying “Yes”.
Also, how a person with a lisp might say “Yes”.
3. Yeth
To masturbate furiously
Oh yeth!
Not sure which one best describes the guys we played that night but it doesn’t really matter because the Nanna’s were on fire…. oh yeth we were. Some of the best passing across court I think I’ve seen the Nanna’s ever do and even when the pass wasn’t given there was nearly always someone there just in case it was needed. This wasn’t classic Nanna’s this was Nanna’s of new, champagne Nanna’s for our tenth almighty year.
Caravagio eat your heart out.
The Nannas™ at Joe’s taken with iPhone 3G, possibly the shittest phone camera ever released… The Captain make much better use of same phone for artful uplighting…
vs South Melbourne AMC 13-0 WIN
CB MOM 3,RH 3,TW 3,JH 2,DC 1,TK 1,AW,CG
There they were. Us. No uniforms. Full of hope and wonder. Bearded, bedraggled and unkempt. Men in their late 20’s. Thinking.. “sure, I’ve got some footskills, i used to play soccer at school, i may not have a south american/ european gene in my genome but I know soccer, i know football, i can do this, yeah yeah, awesome let’s ride”.
And then there was us. (perhaps “them” in another decade). Older, wiser, fitter, happier. Men in their late 30’s. Thinking.. “no, you can not do it bearded young fools, you shall not ride, you shall be bludgeoned hard and long by the long handle of the nanna bludgeoning machine. 1, yeah that’s right, 2, take it, 3, there you go, 4, taste it, 5, eat it, 6, slam it, 7, feel the power, 8, ooh touch it, 9, get up bitch, 10, get up again, 11, look at me.. bang, 12, one more, one more here we go, 13 thanks guys great game see you next time.”
And that was indeed that. Thirteen to zero. Three hattricks and some. But strangely, a slightly empty feeling. Like it wasn’t really a game at all. More like a training session. So we better keep our game up and on this week. Especially with the BackDoor and the CoqLoft home on their respective workbenches.
Timestamp: Nanna man weekend confirmed for Aug 6/7 at Balnarring complete with pig on spit. Only three weeks away!
Nanna’s 6-1 VJFC
DC(2)(MOM), TH(GK)(MOM), CB, RH, AW, TW(2)(MOM)
The hat-rick of nights. It was a hat-rick as 3 Nanna’s scored 2 goals each and it was a hat-rick that 3 Nanna’s basked in the glory of the MOM and it was possibly a hat-rick that Chas chose yet another closed venue. Ok, the last one may have been the 4th or 5th time, I can’t remember. Ok all that stuff I just said was stretching a long bow but hey hard to top Tom’s rant.
When I arrived at the pits that night I noticed the only other team downstairs warming up were in their german uniforms and thought “shit I hope we’re not playing them as we could get done nice and hard like the socceroos did in the world cup”. As it turned out we did them nice and hard. It was Nanna gold that night. Coming together as a team to take down the enemy.
Special mention has to go out to Thos who only let one through, as well the defence that kept our goalie (in the waiting) out of harms way. The passing was exceptional and the control of the ball on the night was extraordinary. Great passes across goals that most of the time lead to points on the board.
I hope everyone is recording their favourite matches from the world cup and watching them before every game we play in the future as it certainly seems to help.
indeed, Old King Lions third set of balls were swinging with a pendulous grace. I would also add that the Urchins were displaying some very nice linkup work in the midfield, those weeks spent hunkered in the shadows of each others jockstraps shunning their brother nannas must have fostered a special understanding of each others bodily rhythms which they have brought back to the court of battle… ahem.. yes. It was also Jim’s birthday (and Rocket’s) but Jim was sick so he didin’t get his special present from the Nannas, which was a shame. It was Chassies turn to cook and he chose somewhere that was closed…again, so we went to Prudence and drank some watery piss coloured beer that Peter’s minions were trying to pass off as Kirin while discussing options for the Nan’s ten year anniversary hoody.
Nannas 6 vs V J F C 1
2 goals each to DC, TW, and RH (is this right?)
with TH(GK), CB and AW making just as valuable contributions
Time stamp this bitch with all the world cup shit that‘s happening cos Old King Lion went Portuguese on their North Korean arses.
Old King Lions ball’s were at home minding the children and Old King Lion’s other balls had hurt their ball back so Old King Lion’s third set of balls – who btw don’t get out that much, mostly just sitting around looking at the action the other ball sets are getting so that when they get the call they’re like; “wtf? I gotta balls on and be balls all of a sudden? I gotta work the semen up the cremaster to the vas deferens or some shit? I kinda remember how to do that. Where’s my other knee pad?” – had to step up. Well truth be told set of balls number 3 had it pretty easy, like being the balls in a banging a super hot lingerie model equation it wasn’t that hard to do – a lot of soft shots and easy smack downs. Set of balls number 3 liked what he saw on the field too, lots of hustle, lots of desire, lots of smooth flowing play. In fact it wasn’t only the balls in goals ballsing up, the whole fricken team was ballsing right up if you don’t mind sir – and read between the lines peoples (the lines in this case being the oppositions name which being as it was V J F C [acronymously Va Jina Fanny Crack])- and what do balls do when faced with such an entity? Why what is their very nature of course; the only thing they can do for it is a hard wired into the core of their being; THEY GET THEIR COARSE PUBICITY ALL UP IN THAT VAGINAL BUSINESS .Yeah that’s right balls right up in your face it aint pretty but it’s real.
4-4, v ?
AW, CG(g), TH, TW(1), DC(3,m), CB, JH, RH
I think Tao summed it up perfectly, they deserved to win, but we definitely deserved to draw !
The game started off with a radical reformation of the 9 man sub system by the Coach that was very nearly scuppered by the late Arrival of Andy and Issy. Tao scored the first with a nicely angled shot, I’m a bit hazy on where their goals came in the chronology but lets cut to the 3-1 score that wasn’t in out favour, but we fought and somehow clawed it back to 3-3. With about 4 mins to go they got a soft one which after all the hard graft to equalise was a real knife in the guts. Then with seconds to spare we won a corner. tao stepped up to take it, Tom was yelling at the author to “get in there, cocky”, but he was timing his run, Tao looked set, the author took off thinking it’s never going to happen, but the opposition came off their lines and a corridor just opened up, Tao slotted it perfectly across goal where it was met by a Nanna boot… Equaliser ! so good.
Then Wal took us to Gigi Baba via the Grace Darling (where they were playing the Stone Roses) for one of the finest after match meals the Nannas have had to date. so good.
How is the taste?
Silence…
Thanks Andy.
vs
3-1 Victory
CB 2 (MOM), DC 1, RH, TK, AW, JH, TW, TH (COACH)
Unfortunately now I cannot remember much. DC got the first goal after a pass from RH. I got the second one which was so slow yet so well-placed everyone just blinked a few times and watched it roll into the goal. I also got the third one which was a pungent, spicy and oblique power strike. Unstoppable.
The support crew consisted of Freya, Solomon and Gabrielle. Freya lent the most vocal encouragement. Sol curled up in Russell.
The Nannas went out for dumplings. Apparently they were very good. I didn’t go.
The Nannas are unable to find a single night for the man weekend before October!
99-00 | The ref sets the final score for the brave nannas as they depart Wesley
3-2 v Allens FC
DC(2,m), JH, AW, TK(g) | ring-ins: Tomo(1), Ben
⨂ Royal Commission into Nanna Commitment, Transparency & Regime Change :: Draft Report ⨀
As Jim stated in his last report these have indeed been trying times for the Nannas. Three weeks in row the use of reinforcements has been required. This is not good. As a draft report it is not the role of this document to lay blame or stand in judgment, nor the vehicle through which to talk of last second pullouts, myopic creative endeavours or the revolution. It is however a call to arms for an adherence to the principles upon which the Nannas™ were built so many years ago; fairness and inclusion as the ultimate form of success; drinking alcohol and using recreational drugs at the expense of wage slave efficiency; sitting down at exactly the same moment in the trust that as you sit all other Nannas™ sit too, simultaneously providing and receiving the critical support structures of their collective existence.
I would therefore put forth, with the sole intention of fostering team solidarity, continuity, friendliness and respect, the following additions to the “Rules of the Nannas”
1. When stating their unavailability to play on a Thursday night a Nanna™ will give a reason, however brief.
2. A Nanna™ will respect The Flurry™ and state their unavailability at least 24 hours before kickoff
Like the common courtesy of the Reacharound® this is simply to let the your Brother nannas know you are there, that you are thinking of them even if you can’t play and that you care. The Nannas is a relationship and as any crap self-help book will tell you, relationships take work. You can’t just take it for granted like they’ll always just be there when its convenient for you. I realise it’s not easy, especially in this day and age, with the travails of progeny, spouses, financial provision, performing arts, english premier league websites, reduser forums… but a little commitment goes a long way (like ten years long so far !). It’s a biological axiom that the more you give it away the more it comes back, and like the evolutionary rewards bestowed upon the genetically sharing, the rewards of the Nanna™ Brotherhood are a gift from the unified theory of everything…
I love you guys…
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… and about the game, no proper goals so we played with shitty little practice ones, Tomo (ringin a) had the mad skills, is a stuntman and scored a sweet goal, Ben (ringin b) put in some highly committed hustling, so much so that he took himself out with a knee injury, Andy, Jim, Takeshi and the author all acquitted themselves well (the author even scored a back-heel goal). The beers at the Windsor were REALLY good.
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Nannas versus Annual
Result N 3: A 8
Attendees: AW, James, JH, TK, TH, TW
These have been strange times for the Nannas. Yes we have been under manned. Yes there is too much art going on for my liking (I especially dislike people who go to Sydney for some artsy fartsy something or other. Sydney? Jesus!) Yes there has been ring ins. Yes it is a new season. But, in spite of all of that the Nannas, on this evening at least, something was missing.
I think I noticed it when I scored my first goal. The ball went into the back of the net. There was silence from the opposition — to be expected. There was silence from our side too. I mean come on: it was a freaking great goal. I took the ball in mid court, shifted it onto to James, who shot it back to me as a ran on, leaving me one on one with the keeper — no contest.
But the signs were there earlier too. It was all about soft goals, soft goals, soft goals. Sure, the Annual usually deal in soft goals but on this night, soft turned to real soft, and as they scored again and again they just got softer and softer. Granted, they did have a new player, who was particularly skilled but we have faced off with far better equipped opponents than us before. We do it almost every week. But like NSW playing against the Maroons, we were always going to lose, we were always going to be a step, goal behind. Not a very happy statement but a true one.
Anyhow, I think I shall stop this lament now before I get real upset and start talking about how I miss my absent brothers in arms, and how I hate the bright lights of the beached capital of Australia, and how I hate passing years and their toil for not much reward, like any true Tiger, Carlton or Collingwood fan would know, and how the Nannas are still a strong beast if we could get some continuity and a structured game plan and a regular starting line-up but then I think that this is the beauty of the Nannas, that ugly multi-headed beast that has many sides and many personalities, which will fight and pull at each other as much as it will any opposition or ref, and how when that that mixture really becomes an amalgam of many but commensurate parts the Nannas can really play, and while some might say that the Nannas haven’t learnt much over the years and our style of play has become predictable and our opponents know only too well, I have to say that such a line is a travesty to all Nannas and I never said it, and if I did I recant.
Fairfax Theatre, Arts Centre May 20-29.
Review, Martin Ball
THEATRICAL props come in many shapes, but surely few are as intriguing as Mark Cuthbertson’s inflatable sea urchin. This curious object, symbolising a creature designed by nature to destroy intruders, is the eponymous inspiration for Urchin, the inaugural production by new company Encyclopaedia of Animals.
Urchin takes as its point of departure the idea that ”fear” lurks within us. Creators Christopher Brown and Rhian Hinkley explore the powerful motivations fear inspires through a series of increasingly bizarre scenarios. The piece meanders at times and never really arrives at a particular conclusion, but the dramatic journey results in stunning theatre.
Central to its success are the performances. David Tredinnick and Christopher Brown deftly build a texture of ironic commentary on desire, but it is Merfyn Owen who really shines, displaying virtuosic control of his oral delivery. From his initial snake oil spiel to his final embodiment as a Latin-singing shamanistic pastor, Owen is thoroughly mesmerising. Jethro Woodward’s intelligent soundscape complements with suave melodies and savage noises.
4 – 5 versus D W S Fc
CG (1)(mom), JH (1), AW, TW, TK, Jim (ring in), Dom (1) (ring in) own goal (1)
Soooooooo close. We played the top of the table, we were VERY undermaned. We were steeled for the game. Tao had to call up some ring ins and then me and Andy turned up out of the blue. At least we had two interchange players. It still did not change the fact that things were tough for the brown men of Melbourne.
It was the near cellar dwellar against the top of the table. You know the team the one with the guy with grey hair in it! As things turned out, our ring ins proved to have a few moves up their sleeves. They were good at holding the ball, and laying off a little love. As it turns out Jim was so taken by them he wanted to instate them into the brown fold. Luckily Andy swooped with the rule 12.2 that all Nana applications closed 10 years ago. Maybe Jim is just fishing for new meat. (sorry Chas)
We came out swinging adn got two quick goals that set them on their ass…..Then they came back to level at 2 all by half time. We were doing all right till now. The second half started and we were really flying. It was almost anti nanna behaviour. We quickly went one up when a gaolie trough baffled everybody and flew through the hands of their keeper, only to knock his left nut on the way through. Yes, cheers of badness from the ladies in the crowd. Then they got an own goal and we were really smiling. Perhaps, smiling too much!
There gun forward, (Who we found out later played outdoor for Australia at the last world cup!), pulled a move on Jim that will go down in his anals of history. He stripped the ball from Jim, pulled his pants down, and wacked his johnson on the way past, then he pulled a side step on another nanna and then slotted a top left corner killer. This set up a mini avalanche of three unanswered goals that realllllllly reallllllly hurt.
To make matters worse, dinner was postponed, through lack of browness….
So Close, so disappointing…..
For outstanding quality make your own ring flash with a hacksaw and a box cutter
Nannas v Los Pitifos
R: 3 all
Att: CB, CG, JH, TH, RH, TK, AW
To do justice to a truly sporting and wholesome evening, the following match report will be separated into two parts.
Part one
Preamble — the following could concentrate on a sloppy game: defence at sixes and sevens; poor passing; no movement; and somewhat stilted attack. But such a report would do a severe injustice to the many events that made up this game. It is events that define a match and there were many events on this eve that were truly special.
There was conjecture before the game that the Nannas would take to the field with only five. As time ticked away toward kick off it seemed there would be only four, as Andy was nowhere to be found. The ref blew for the game to begin, suggesting that he could play for the Browns but just as he did Captain and Chas appeared. Cheers went up, morale soared, and then Andy entered the stadium — yet more cheers and happy brown men.
Chas will be remembered this game, in the early moments at least, for his supreme goal, the first for the Browns. He took down the ball down deep in his own half, dispossessing an opponent, then got round another two on his way to the keeper, who could do nothing to stop his penetrating strike. The Nannas were on their way.
Chas will also be remembered for his guile and deft touch, as he directed away, with hand, a ball destined for an opponent barely a couple feet from Gilla’s goal. The opposition raised their hands and their voices (Chassy surely would have been sent off and given away a spot kick) but the ref was unsighted. Chassy walked away. Nothing doing. His performance was such that even the opposition, who only moments before were baying for his blood, started to doubt what they had seen.
Gill had a moment too. The ref was counting down toward half time: three, two, one. He inhaled ready to blow on the whistle. If there had been a hooter, it would have blown and that would have been that. But the whistle took somewhat longer to get to the ref’s lips and in this time Gilla saw an opportunity and took it, banging out a long range shot. The opposition were already in the sheds by the time the ball hit the net but it didn’t stop the ref pointing to the spot: goal, much to the disbelief of everyone in the stadium. Gilla celebrated like the true striker he is.
Of course, the opposition should be mentioned in this report. They are a miserable bunch of sods, and deserve every bit of bad luck that comes their way, not to mention a good whacking. Their bad sports-person-ship was on display for all to see after this last goal. One went so far as to infer that the ref should be fearful for his mum’s wellbeing.
Now I shall blow my own trumpet. The Nannas were behind a goal. There was only a minute or two left. We had had our chances but we could not get the ball to disturb the back of the net. I found myself playing striker, taking every opportunity to fervently shoulder and back into their keeper and the bad sport (who had threatened the ref), looking for a long ball for Gilla. And then such a ball came. I was pushing into the keeper, trying to take him out of the contest, and when the time came, all I had to do was come out from his goal a couple of steps and head home. I hardly have to point out that there was much sweet joy at seeing the ball hit the back of the net. Sometimes it’s good to get personal.
That was the end of the scoring. It finished all square at three a piece.
Part two
At the Korean restaurant on the menu above pictures of fried chicken it says:
What we’re famous for.
What they are famous for is sticky, sweating oil, smelly fart inducing, tummy rumbling, yet strangely alluring and satisfying, tasty, tongue tickling, and extraordinarily bountiful platters of deep-fried chicken.
We dabbled in the Garlic and Marinated varieties. Suffer the Nannas who missed out on this post match sit down.
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.
vs
2-3 Loss
MOM CB, DC 2
TH, JH, RH, TK, AW
Wal, Dan and Rhian were late to the game. In fact, we started without them. However, they did not pay for the game because, according to Dan, Tao didn’t pay when he was late. Ok, looks like that rule is null and void.
Moving on. The game. Energetic and large I would call it. Much like Dolph, who was sporting a Rusko (see embedded video posted by dan earlier) style moolay. Sheesh that guy is one large human. He’s got to be eight foot at least. The game was dynamic and exciting. It almost prompted Solly and Issy to speak at one point it was that exciting. There seemed to be a lot of endlessly rebounding balls and swings from attack to defence and back again. DC nailed a couple of sensational oblique strikes and CB was (to quote JH) “supreme in d”. Thanks Jim. TK was defiant in goals saving several unsavables and poking out Dolph’s thunderbolts with unflappable steeliness. TH roared like a wildebeest with a lion’s fang in its quadricep and rallied the troops with considerable zeal. In fact RH and TH did upper management proud with some rousing half-time instructions.
Now finishing this on my phone standing on a train. Second week of Urchin rehearsal. Go nannas!!
2-3 v Esperanza
DC(2,m), CB (m), TH, RH, JH, AW, TK
Was a while back now and my memory isn’t helping much. it was the B semifinal so not much to play for except pride, but the Nannas™ have more than enough pride being King Lion and all, and obviously the King must have eaten earlier as there wasn’t much hunger see MR 091210 for more on that theme.
Erm… here’s how Jim summised the game, taken from an email;
“We came in a gallant second last night. 3-2. Cocky got two superb goals and Chas was supreme in d, being justly deserved MOM winners.We were plucky, we were brave, but they got us the end. Dolph was big.”
The Captain cooked and we went to Thy Thy 1 for dinner which was very good.
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, Rocket™ force weaned, El all scrawny and boney like bitzer maloney. Then Rocket™ 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.
Nannas vs Pornstars
4-1 loss
CB, CG, JH, RH (1)(M), TH, AW
In the beginning
Running free
Corner kick, rocket pass, simple finish.
Spirits lifted
riding a wave of jubilation.
But past the veneer
self-doubt?, catholic guilt?
No
Worse than that
Incoherence.
Leaden feet
Angry words
Forgotten systems
A negative scorecard
Heavy Hearts
Heavy meals
North Melbourne Town Hall
Heavy
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.
suspected suicide bomber sighted on the grounds of Wesley College.
2-1 v ?
DC(1,mom), CG(1,gk), RH(c), CB, TH, AW, TW, JH,
erm… well yes. I guess a lot can be said for second best votes when there’s a few nannas voting. Thank you my brown brothers.
Overall the game was pretty average really. personally I felt we should have beaten these guys by about 6 goals but I was mocked for this view so perhaps not. Chassie was back which added pace and commitment to the nannas game, as well as a quadruple Code Violation™, the first for a red card after assaulting* the opposition goalie. Speaking of goalies, Giller scored another and now has the strikers trophy firmly in sight, but as such has increased his shots-on-goal:passes-out ratio by several orders of magnitude, ironically (or not) this didn’t have much effect on the game because a) half the shots weren’t on target and b) the forwards were so crap they didn’t do anything with the passes they did get. The only other goal came from the authors back, style, not ! The coaching was very fine from the Captain, who shall hopefully be returning to active duty this week. Wal’s positional play as always was spot on, Jim had a couple of fine cracks, Thomas was everywhere and Tao laid off a couple of tasteful and uncommonly early passes.
but more importantly, chassis took us to a pub that was closed, left the car door open and then spilled 2 beers and a soft drink in gillers lap.
but even more importantly,
20 July 2000
the very first day of brown pride has been finally and unequivocally established. Through the use of email searching, whale sperm and oxide of manganese the official date of the Nannas first ever game has been once and for all set in stone.
jesus, I almost forgot about vajazzling…c/o the beChassler
jim“I am dying to look at this but can I do it at work?”
tao “Sure you can. I did. I’m just cleaning up my desk now. You don’t want to work there any way Jim.”
andy “Make a small fire in the bin. Fire alarm sets off. Everyone evacuates. Jim goes on-line.”
tom “but for the Nannas night out I think we need scrotinseling”
chas “the bling minge, first cousin to the blanc mange!”
and as a date stamp I give you this, also from chassis… turn up speakers before pressing play. Also note chassies shirt in the team photo below.
