When “Five Knuckle Shuffle” was a bad phrase

*Apologies in advance, this is not supposed to be a distasteful post - if you’re offended, look away now*

This morning I was getting my son ready for school, who was busy playing with his WWE (wrestling thing) action figures.  Amongst the array of crowd noises and commentary he came out with (as you do),  he suddenly shouts “and here comes the five knuckle shuffle”.

“Sorry son, what was that?” I say.  “The Five Knuckle Shuffle dad, it’s a move by John Cena. Continue reading

A Prayer for the Dead

When I am dead,

Cry for me a little,

Think of me sometimes,

But not too much.

Think of me now and again,

As I was in life,

At some moments it’s pleasant to recall,

But not for long.

Leave me in peace,

And I shall leave you in peace,

And while you live,

Let your thoughts be with the living.

Not sure who to credit this to, it’s by ANON (unknown person).  Came across it in a poetry book I picked up from my local library a few days back. 

It’s the last line for me, that we have to move on and hold onto what’s living, as opposed to always delving into the past, searching for someone who is never going to come back.

Little hope for Grass Roots football, No Hope for our International status.

World Cup tournaments and European Finals, recently, have not been seen as a great measure of how much progression a country has made in the world of football.  Prime example, England’s failure at the World Cup last year and Manchester United’s battering at the hands of Barcelona.  Ok this probably excludes Brazil and Germany because they always turn on something special for these kind of events.  As far as European Finals are concerned, Greece hardly won the 2004 competition playing attractive and attacking football, it was more like human chess.

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