Calendar, goals
english896
September 22, 2021
(Apologies to N.Sedaka/H.Greenfield)
I love, I love, I love my calendar game
Yeah, sweet calendar game
I love, I love, I love my calendar game
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine
The year started well with a continuing good run in the league and a couple of victories in the FA Cup, however, who would have thought we were on our way to Wembley at that point, especially not when we were drawn against Liverpool away in the fourth round. That coupled with the league game brought two rewarding draws, setting up nicely a replay in
(February) You’re my little valentine
By which, of course, I mean Dan Gosling. I lost my voice completely for two days after that. And, whilst I had a very nice Valentine’s Day, the 15th brought a cracking victory over Villa, but as the match was kicking off, I was involved in a car accident.
Arteta and Anichebe were also felled up at Newcastle, a team whose demise I took no pleasure in whatsoever, in fact I am made up that as I type they are currently on their way back to
(Apologies to N.Sedaka/H.Greenfield)
I love, I love, I love my calendar game
Yeah, sweet calendar game
I love, I love, I love my calendar game
Each and every day of the year
(January) You start the year off fine…
The year started well with a continuing good run in the league and a couple of victories in the FA Cup, however, who would have thought we were on our way to Wembley at that point, especially not when we were drawn against Liverpool away in the fourth round. That coupled with the league game brought two rewarding draws, setting up nicely a replay in
(February) You’re my little valentine…
By which, of course, I mean Dan Gosling. I lost my voice completely for two days after that. And, whilst I had a very nice Valentine’s Day, the 15th brought a cracking victory over Villa, but as the match was kicking off, I was involved in a car accident.
Relive the moment…
Arteta and Anichebe were also felled up at Newcastle, a team whose demise I took no pleasure in whatsoever, in fact I am made up that as I type they are currently on their way back to [email protected]’spark.com
(March) I’m gonna march you down the aisle…
At Wembley, after a quarter final victory over Middlesbrough meant our place was booked at the wonderful new stadium. There was no question I was going to go, despite our facing Manchester United.
(April) You’re the Easter Bunny when you smile…
Except my Easter was ruined, not by the third exhilarating match with Villa but an unusual illness, leading to four days in bed and lots of pain. However, the last day of the holidays more than made up for that –
http://www.englishfootballpost.com/news/2009/04/15/dont-know-why-i-love-you-but-i-love-you-cantona-everton-v-man-utd-fa-cup/
when a dour game against Man Utd reserves led to us winning on pennos. Jagielka’s injury tempered the excitement of z cars after the final whistle somewhat, we are still recovering it would seem. Every silver lining has a cloud where Everton are concerned…
Yeah, yeah, my heart’s in a whirl
I love, I love, I love my little calendar game
Every day (every goal), every day (every goal) of the year
(Every day of the year)
(May) Maybe if I ask your dad and mom
We finished fifth, but endured disappointment at the FA Cup Final. Louis Saha scored after twenty seven seconds and all was perfect in the world, but it just wasn’t to be, and that was that.
What upset me the most was that it just didn’t seem fair, it felt written that we would win, but the head ruled the heart and power, money and strength won the day and romantics everywhere shrugged their shoulders and waited for next year.
Luis just on time…
This was also the month that I decided to give up my season ticket for a while, nothing could really better the season we’d just had for a long while at least, and I had other things to focus on – no longer did I want to miss matches for Uni sessions or family events which ultimately would entertain and enrich me much more than a meaningless fixture, added to the fact that many games in the upcoming season would take place on a Sunday due to ‘Europa’ league commitments, and therefore be devoid of real atmosphere.
So far I have not come to rue that decision, I’ll be honest. Especially as it gives me the chance to watch Barcelona a bit more, who back in May won the historic treble, playing some incredible football along the way.
(June) They’ll let me take you to the Junior Prom?
Talking of kids, several clubs faced allegations of ‘poaching’ young players, with Chelsea initially paying the ultimate price
In June I had a ‘Junior prom’, well a school leavers party where I teach, at a nice bar in town, which took on extra importance as it was the night that Michael Jackson died. It was also the month of the Confederations Cup which offered a fascinating insight into next year’s World Cup, in which the likes of the USA suggested there might be an upset coming up if we’re lucky. However, the excitable fans also offered an insight into what we can expect, particularly that annoying waspish buzzing horn thing and the weird miners’ hats.
(July) Like a firecracker all aglow
The only thing that burned bright this wet summer seemed to be the money creating holes in people’s pockets, as Real Madrid and Manchester City in particular spent. Wisely?
(August) When you’re on the beach you steal the showYeah, yeah, my heart’s in a whirl?
Not a great start to the season was it, the furore around Lescott’s admission that he wanted to go almost overshadowing a 6-1 defeat against Arsenal on the first ESPN live game of 2009-10.
I love, I love, I love my little calendar game
Every day (every goal), every day (every goal) of the year
(Every day of the year)(September) Light the candles at your Sweet Sixteen
It was my birthday in september, a milestone, and a great time was had by all I hope. Slightly more than sixteen candles, but very enjoyable all the same.
(October) Romeo and Juliet on Halloween
A month which brought horror shows against Benfica (apart from the beautiful eagle)and Tottenham (apart from the beautiful purple kit)
(November) I’ll give thanks that you belong to me
This month I was grateful to have moved flat, and the French were certainly grateful to an outrageous piece of gamesmanship by Thierry Henry, whilst the month ended with another unjust derby defeat, but like I said, being as I am rather cooler towards my footy these days, it didn’t bother me too much.
Henry gamesmanship?
(December) You’re the present ‘neath my Christmas tree
A wonderfully intriguing World Cup draw, a safe passage (to meet Juventus I hope) in the Europa League, then, and so it is we reach Christmas (a yo-ho-ho! Have a mince pie etc) and we will delve into our stockings for football related gifts before embarking, hungover, on a marathon of matches. I’ll be missing that this year as I’ll be elsewhere – but when I come home it’s Carlisle in the FA Cup…
Yeah, yeah, my heart’s in a whirl
I’ll love, I’ll love, I’ll love my little calendar game
Every day (every goal), every day (every goal) of next year.
