He’s still got it…
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
So where does the potato masher go?
Still counting to ten and moving the masher Fox
He’s still got it…
Exhibit A
Still counting to ten and moving the masher Fox
TLF was born on 5 May 1969. Don’t worry, that’s not a hint for a card or anything.
It’s context.
The last time Lesta City were in an FA Cup Final was 25 April 1969. Ten days before TLF was born. So last weekend’s 1-0 FA Cup semi-final win was quite welcome, if a bit overdue.
We might lose (we have done four times previously) and unless I’m lucky in whatever lottery is used to allocate those Covid limited match tickets I won’t even be there on 15 May….ten days AFTER my birthday (it’s a sign!)
But either way I’m pretty bloomin’ happy.
Legacy Fan Fox
It’s been tough, but I know you will have been worrying about me, so just to reassure you I am now over my severe bout of PTWHDD (post traumatic West Ham defeat disorder).
Symptoms are of course exacerbated with the seemingly now traditional ‘throwing away of a Champions League place from a great League position’ by Lesta.
While Lesta did get better in the second half there was little to redeem their performance. But they would in the league table of redeeming features have been above the three Lesta players dropped for breaking lockdown rules. It’s all been said, but if I may – ‘selfish, shortsighted, idiotic and plain old embarrassing.’
In fact the only person to emerge with any credit last weekend was Mr TLF, who took one look at TLF’s face last week and said…nothing.
Bless him and his poxy bubbles.
Still-quite-cross Fox
It won’t surprise you to hear that Mr TLF and I don’t agree on everything.
No really.
Thoughts turned to this issue in light of this weekend’s football fixture, that has taken on more significance in light of current league positions.
The kitchen rather than the league table though is where the most frequent disagreements occur and in particular where things BELONG. TLF likes a system; Mr TLF does not.
Exhibit A
So where does he put an everyday wine glass?
Counting to ten and moving the glass to its rightful place Fox
Last weekend was international break weekend. Once upon a time there would still be non-league football going on and thus the Mighty Saints would be the main focus. This time round of course no such luck, with the Conference South null and (Co)voided there was nothing for TLF to worry about (sorry Ingurland, I support you, I just don’t worry about you). And that did get me thinking that a weekend in the Football Free Zone is not necessarily a bad thing for the old stress levels.
You may think that the only cause of worry is will Lesta win, lose or draw but let me assure you there is a LOT more to worry about than that:
If they lose will they lose badly?
If they draw will it be a joyous last minute Foxes equaliser type of draw or an infuriating-ruin-the-weekend last minute goal conceded by the Foxes type of a draw?
Win, lose or draw will someone get injured, sent off (3 match suspension!) or play so well that they become the latest subject of transfer speculation?
And if we do win, what about the teams around us? How will they do? Because if they do better than us then that is an utter disaster. And if it’s Mr TLF’s ruddy Hammers then it is an utter DISASTER.
And it doesn’t stop there. TLF foolishly joined a prediction league this season. So now there are even more games to worry about; TLF should not be worrying about the results of Rochdale or Preston. No offence to those teams of course; it’s just I’ve only got so much worry to spare.
Particularly this weekend, when TLF’s approach to be watching Lesta V Man City will be similar to her approach to watching Dr Who when she was about five years old. Peeking out from behind the sofa…..
Zen Fox
As regular readers will kno, this TLF is a superstitious TLF. Lucky socks, lucky pants, lucky comestibles; blue cheeseburgers (Mighty Foxes), bacon fries (Mighty Saints). It’s not just about good luck is it though? There can be signs, portents of bad footballing luck.
Top of TLF’s bad luck list is coming across a deceased fox, especially in the run up to a game. Generally roadkill- they indicate that a huge Lesta defeat and humiliation is imminent.
So last weekend on my Satday run coming across the, shall we charitably say, aromatic remains of a fox ahead of our FA Cup quarter final was not good news. Not for the real fox obviously but more importantly not for Lesta’s chances of reaching an FA Cup semi final for the first time since 1982. Desperate for some optimism TLF considered whether it’s possible to cancel out bad football luck. Remarkably on the rest of that run, TLF saw not one but three pairs of magpies (two for joy cubed!).
3 pairs magpies 1 fox corpse
Look familiar?
Lesta’s City 3 Man Utd 1
Just sayin’
Prophecy Fox
While last weekend was all silver linings without the clouds on the football front, TLF is sad to report that here at TLF Towers we witnessed a construction tragedy in the kitchen. After a goodly seven or eight weeks of steady and committed build our periodical pillar came to a dramatic but graceful end.
Of course in the event of disasters like this, there is aftermath to navigate; with Mr TLF feeling he had no option but to declare a recycling crisis, as our building material collection exceeded the capacity of the recycling bin. I imagine a public inquiry can not be far away.
Paper Maiche Fox
Football definition: a player who when they are positioned in the penalty area is an excellent goalscorer.
Lockdown definition: a TLF positioned in a house that has just taken receipt of a very large item and has too much time on her paws.
Boxed Fox
After Lesta got dumped out of Europe, closely followed by a bit of a spanking by Arsenal, TLF needed cheering up. Sadly the ‘injury table’ that accompanied an article on the chase for 2nd to 4th in the Premier League did not oblige.
Not Amused Fox
Everyone has their tipping point. Or indeed trimming point. And with TLF, it was reached last weekend. When you are used to a haircut every 5 weeks, and the last time you visited the hairdresser was 15 December, desperate times call for desperate measures. And the barnet was put into the hands of Mr TLF.
Furnished with all the kit, there was a risk that this could have been a case of “all the gear and no idea,” but remarkably he didn’t do a bad job. And you can’t see the join on a Teams call…and TLF still has two ears.
Only problem is that now he thinks he’s got the job permanently.
Vidal Fox