Cupar Eagles fielded a strong team against Six Regular Guys including new signing Gary Pryde, another product from the Eagles Youth Academy but Manager Marshall was out through injury. Played in atrocious weather conditions with the rain teaming down, a lot of passes went astray. Eagles seemed to conquer the conditions better and raced into a early lead with Halley holding of a defender before coolly despatching the ball past the Regular Guys stranded keeper. Number two followed with Beauchope racing clear and he made no mistake from twelve yards out. Back though came the Regular Guys and McGregor was beaten just before half-time.
With a torrential downpour at the start of the second-half mistimed tackles were flying in and there was some heated exchanges between some of the players as the match threatened to boil over. Regular Guys snatched an equaliser from a defensive error with ten minutes to go. Eagles heads never went down and as they battled to the end Halley scored the decisive goal that their overall play merited, with two minutes remaining amidst ecstatic scenes from the large contingent of Eagles supporters to secure the first three points of the season.
Final Score: Cupar Eagles 3 Six Regular Guys 2
1. Roy McGregor
2. Ally Syme
3. John Mullen
4. Gary Pryde
5. Craig Halley
6. Andrew Beauchope
Subs
7. Greg McLucky
8. Walter Martin
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Partick Th 3 Dundee 1, Firhill, 28/Oct/06
Got the 10:19 train to Glasgow, getting there at 12:00. Then got the underground up to St Georges Cross and made my way to Munn's Vaults where I had a few pints with the Glasgow Dee's. Time passed quickly and it was time to go to the game. I met Vic and Nicky in the ground they had been shopping and left Dundee at 07:30.
To the game and we start well and we could have taken the lead, but against the run of play and Thistle took the lead with a well taken goal. Poor from our point of veiw as we did not close them down quick enough. The Alex Rae got booked for dissent. Then not long after that Alex Rae made a great run and from 18 yards he levelled the game at 1-1. Then after celebrating too much the ref booked Alex again and off he went. Then just before half time Thistle scored from a corner, but it did look like a corner and again poor marking.
Into the second half and we again look good and in control and only a great save from the Thistle keeper stopped Andy McLaren from scoring with a clever lob. But with about 20 minutes to go and the ref gave Partick a soft looking penalty and that was the end of the game for us.
Bryan Deasley came on and at least he got a run out.
After the game I went back to Munn's Vault and had a few beers with the Glasgow Dees and a few from the Aberdeen Branch. A good day out and the only down point was the score.I left Maryhill around 19:30 getting home to Cupar at 21:30.
To the game and we start well and we could have taken the lead, but against the run of play and Thistle took the lead with a well taken goal. Poor from our point of veiw as we did not close them down quick enough. The Alex Rae got booked for dissent. Then not long after that Alex Rae made a great run and from 18 yards he levelled the game at 1-1. Then after celebrating too much the ref booked Alex again and off he went. Then just before half time Thistle scored from a corner, but it did look like a corner and again poor marking.
Into the second half and we again look good and in control and only a great save from the Thistle keeper stopped Andy McLaren from scoring with a clever lob. But with about 20 minutes to go and the ref gave Partick a soft looking penalty and that was the end of the game for us.
Bryan Deasley came on and at least he got a run out.
After the game I went back to Munn's Vault and had a few beers with the Glasgow Dees and a few from the Aberdeen Branch. A good day out and the only down point was the score.I left Maryhill around 19:30 getting home to Cupar at 21:30.
Friday, October 27, 2006
Ian Rae's View on Vllaznia
I set off on Wednesday morning from home & parked in my office car park in Edinburgh Park. A pre-ordered taxi turned up to take me to the airport. The taxi driver – who claimed to be a Hearts fan – didn’t recognise my Magners top & thought I was off to watch Celtic play! I’d have thought the kilt would have made him realise that I was following a Scottish (not Irish) team. Still I was in too good a humour to mention 1986 and all that!
On arrival at the airport, there were a few TV cameras – who I coolly tried to ignore as I collected my ticket – from Dave (come on the Dens) the tour operator. I have to admit that the whole airport thing was a bit weird. For example, I’d decided that a good breakfast was a sound plan (with all the beers likely to be getting drunk soon), so I approached the checkout with a plate of food – only to be passed by Jim Duffy. “Morning boss” was all I could think of!
Through departures I met up with some more dees – the web site editor, Kenny (I think) from the Aberdeen Dark Blues – who’s writing a book on the championship season – and more. It was a pleasant surprise to order a pint of Caledonian 80 at the bar for £1.65 or something – do they really sell beer that cheep in Edinburgh Airport departures all the time?
Then to the plane. We were slightly behind schedule at this time – I think the plane was a little late turning up – but we all got on. Out came the bar first – which was quickly emptied. The players – up at the front of the plane – were first to be server – with a tray of chilled water. Quite right too – we were drinking for them!
Immigration at Tirana airport was pretty straight-forward (compared to some places I’ve been). Whilst in the queue for passport control – I heard a shout from behind – and turned around to see Deeko – the other Glasgow Dee who’d made the trip. Deeko had travelled over with his brother (Colin) via Heathrow and Budapest. His impeccable sense of timing meant that he got to share the bus back to the Sheraton with the rest of us. Meanwhile the team bus had headed up to be closer to the Shkodra, apparently they’d hired some villa close to the ground. Which, considering the journey up there, was a very good idea.
The Sheraton, however, was an excellent base. Excellent outdoor pool, with beer on service, and a relaxing bar inside. However, I reckoned the beer was probably more expensive than outside. So after a quick couple in the Sheraton, Deeko, Colin, Billy (Ferrari’s, Cupar Fife) and Gary (Cupar Angus, Perth 62) and I headed out into town.
It was sunset at this time, though as will later be explained, it was all I really saw of Tirana by foot in daylight! The central area – right next to Deeko’s hotel – was pretty busy during the day, but thee appeared to be no traffic lights or give way. Basically the rule seemed to seemed to be whichever vehicle or person got into that place of road had “right of way”.
Deeko and Colin hung their scarves out of their window – “claiming” another hotel for the dark blues. And off we went in search of food, after another beer, of course. We ended up eating around the corner, in a place just off the main street. The food was pretty good, and most waiters understood English (“beer”) or German or Italian. Here we were reminded of the fact that local kids are always trying to sell you cigarettes. We were sitting outside, right next to the pavement, and the kids could just walk up and offer fags. Colin decided that he wanted some cigarette papers (skins) so we tried to ask the kids, miming rolling a cigarette. We thought we were not making any progress, as they seemed to disappear. It was a complete surprise when they re-appeared holding what seemed to be 20-40 big fat joints (you know, the cone shaped kind. Call me an old square – but I did not fancy trying one to find out what it was.
It’s worth also mentioning that the people were super friendly, and the local ladies just as beautiful as you might find in Glasgow, Dundee or Nice! (Says he trying to be politically correct!).
The rest of the night we spent wandering around. There was the bar where the student from London wouldn’t serenade us with her fiddle. The nightclub that switched the music on when we arrived and I had an apologetic conversation with the staff in terrible German. There was the huge out-door bar with a video screen playing the Fashion Channel (I think) or something like that!
Around the area from the main square back to the Sheraton were a lot of ministry buildings. Apparently this part of town, which also contained the biggest villas, used to be a closed area private to Communist Party members. Anyway, the ministry buildings seemed to be very important, and most were guarded by the military (complete with guns). However the guards were very friendly and directed us towards bars and nightclubs. I think we maybe even got a photo with one of them. Throughout this “pub crawl”, of course, we were always bumping into one bunch of Dundee fans or another.
And so it came that we ended up in the Cowboy bar. When we arrived there were a bunch of dees sitting outside, and more in-side singing. We tried to sing outside, but being a residential area, we were ushered in side where we could make as much noise as we wanted. The DJ helped out by playing as many good songs as he could (Oasis, Hey Jude, etc). When he played songs that we couldn’t sing along to we typically would drown out the music with a quick chorus of “Cheer up, Ian McCall”.
I’d lost track of time at this point – I suspect that it was close to 1 when we arrived, but is was around 4:30 before I got to my bed, so I’ve no idea how many beers I had in the Cowboy bar. I do remember some Tequila appearing & participating in a round. Probably a bad idea looking back on it.
And so it was to prove the next morning., I got up in time for breakfast (10:30) but just kind of looked at it. The good news was that we didn’t have to check out until the bus came at 1. So back to bed I went until it was time for the bus.
This was a rough bus journey & I’m not talking about the road. It was only eventually, after maybe an hour and a half on the bus, that I started to recover. Funnily enough shortly after when the road took a turn for the worst. Eventually we stopped for a break that meant that I got some much-needed fresh air. Being a football bus, we also stopped at this pub – the owner must have thought it was his lucky day – and the kilts were getting a lot of respect from the passing locals.
There was supposed to be a police escort in, but it took too long for the boys in the pub to get back in the bus, so the police left with the other bus. We were dropped right at the ground and tickets were handed out.
At this point, having not had breakfast, Gary and myself set out to find something to eat. We sat at the most likely place and asked for something to eat. With some difficulty we realised “yes, what do you want” was the reply. No menu. So was asked in hope for pizza, chips, and the guy seemed to indicate that he had some meat. Reluctantly (and hungrily) we agreed. The meat was a kind of soup – well meat cooked in a pot with some stock cubes. Still another waiter (in Liverpool) top came out and chatted to us, so we also got a plate of chips & the guy at the next table bought us beer! Not that we needed the money.
On the way back to the ground we met up with a crowd of Dundee fans and sat serenading the locals on their way to the ground. We set off in good time for the game (maybe in around 40 minutes before kick-off). The plan was to have time to hang up the flags. However, we were in a small part of the ground – with no open terrace nearby. There were already a few flags flying behind the goal – so I tried to get to the front, to climb over – no go. Around the back – again the police weren’t letting me past. So again I tried down the front, desperately trying to explain what I wanted and was told to go around the back (that’s right out the gate, & around the outside). Which I did: explaining my self all the way. I had to stop another police dude to knock on the back door of the ground to let me in to hang up the flag. All while the team warmed up. And the way back was not easy either – even at the gate when, thankfully, one of the stewards recognised me as having passed out 5 minutes earlier.
Just to complete the story of the flag. At the end of the game, when we were kept in for 20 minutes, or so, this troop carrier – standing behind the goal – turned away from in front of the flags and headed as if to leave. It stopped and one of the soldiers climbed out of the cab and un-tied our flag. We thought this was more helpful Albanian hospitality (maybe he’ll bring it over) until the soldier folded it up and made for the cab. We all, of course, yelled “no” (loudly) and the soldier dropped the flag & then drove off. A few other guys made for their flags at this time, and since the stadium was empty, the police let us climb over the fence to collect their flags – which I dully did, though very carefully, since I had a £400 kilt on!
The game itself you’ve probably all heard about. Since most of you have seen the second leg by now, it’s fair to say that Vllaznia were not the strongest of opposition, still the team put in a most credible and professional performance to effectively kill the tie off in the first leg.
And so we headed for home. Not before stocking up with beer for the bus home. Which was pretty easy – there was one bar behind the stand we were allocated to & another around the corner stand. Once we’d all been served, the bar was dry. Nothing left apart from water. I don’t think the guy knew what had hit him!
We got a police escort pretty much al the way to the airport, and we were rushed through the airport check-in and on the flight home pretty sharpish. I’d booked an over-night in a travel lodge in Edinburgh, so after getting to bed at around 4:30, I was up 4 or 5 hours later for a day in the office. Still at least I got to beam at the Arabs in the office & show off the flag (of course).
Here’s to the next one!
On arrival at the airport, there were a few TV cameras – who I coolly tried to ignore as I collected my ticket – from Dave (come on the Dens) the tour operator. I have to admit that the whole airport thing was a bit weird. For example, I’d decided that a good breakfast was a sound plan (with all the beers likely to be getting drunk soon), so I approached the checkout with a plate of food – only to be passed by Jim Duffy. “Morning boss” was all I could think of!
Through departures I met up with some more dees – the web site editor, Kenny (I think) from the Aberdeen Dark Blues – who’s writing a book on the championship season – and more. It was a pleasant surprise to order a pint of Caledonian 80 at the bar for £1.65 or something – do they really sell beer that cheep in Edinburgh Airport departures all the time?
Then to the plane. We were slightly behind schedule at this time – I think the plane was a little late turning up – but we all got on. Out came the bar first – which was quickly emptied. The players – up at the front of the plane – were first to be server – with a tray of chilled water. Quite right too – we were drinking for them!
Immigration at Tirana airport was pretty straight-forward (compared to some places I’ve been). Whilst in the queue for passport control – I heard a shout from behind – and turned around to see Deeko – the other Glasgow Dee who’d made the trip. Deeko had travelled over with his brother (Colin) via Heathrow and Budapest. His impeccable sense of timing meant that he got to share the bus back to the Sheraton with the rest of us. Meanwhile the team bus had headed up to be closer to the Shkodra, apparently they’d hired some villa close to the ground. Which, considering the journey up there, was a very good idea.
The Sheraton, however, was an excellent base. Excellent outdoor pool, with beer on service, and a relaxing bar inside. However, I reckoned the beer was probably more expensive than outside. So after a quick couple in the Sheraton, Deeko, Colin, Billy (Ferrari’s, Cupar Fife) and Gary (Cupar Angus, Perth 62) and I headed out into town.
It was sunset at this time, though as will later be explained, it was all I really saw of Tirana by foot in daylight! The central area – right next to Deeko’s hotel – was pretty busy during the day, but thee appeared to be no traffic lights or give way. Basically the rule seemed to seemed to be whichever vehicle or person got into that place of road had “right of way”.
Deeko and Colin hung their scarves out of their window – “claiming” another hotel for the dark blues. And off we went in search of food, after another beer, of course. We ended up eating around the corner, in a place just off the main street. The food was pretty good, and most waiters understood English (“beer”) or German or Italian. Here we were reminded of the fact that local kids are always trying to sell you cigarettes. We were sitting outside, right next to the pavement, and the kids could just walk up and offer fags. Colin decided that he wanted some cigarette papers (skins) so we tried to ask the kids, miming rolling a cigarette. We thought we were not making any progress, as they seemed to disappear. It was a complete surprise when they re-appeared holding what seemed to be 20-40 big fat joints (you know, the cone shaped kind. Call me an old square – but I did not fancy trying one to find out what it was.
It’s worth also mentioning that the people were super friendly, and the local ladies just as beautiful as you might find in Glasgow, Dundee or Nice! (Says he trying to be politically correct!).
The rest of the night we spent wandering around. There was the bar where the student from London wouldn’t serenade us with her fiddle. The nightclub that switched the music on when we arrived and I had an apologetic conversation with the staff in terrible German. There was the huge out-door bar with a video screen playing the Fashion Channel (I think) or something like that!
Around the area from the main square back to the Sheraton were a lot of ministry buildings. Apparently this part of town, which also contained the biggest villas, used to be a closed area private to Communist Party members. Anyway, the ministry buildings seemed to be very important, and most were guarded by the military (complete with guns). However the guards were very friendly and directed us towards bars and nightclubs. I think we maybe even got a photo with one of them. Throughout this “pub crawl”, of course, we were always bumping into one bunch of Dundee fans or another.
And so it came that we ended up in the Cowboy bar. When we arrived there were a bunch of dees sitting outside, and more in-side singing. We tried to sing outside, but being a residential area, we were ushered in side where we could make as much noise as we wanted. The DJ helped out by playing as many good songs as he could (Oasis, Hey Jude, etc). When he played songs that we couldn’t sing along to we typically would drown out the music with a quick chorus of “Cheer up, Ian McCall”.
I’d lost track of time at this point – I suspect that it was close to 1 when we arrived, but is was around 4:30 before I got to my bed, so I’ve no idea how many beers I had in the Cowboy bar. I do remember some Tequila appearing & participating in a round. Probably a bad idea looking back on it.
And so it was to prove the next morning., I got up in time for breakfast (10:30) but just kind of looked at it. The good news was that we didn’t have to check out until the bus came at 1. So back to bed I went until it was time for the bus.
This was a rough bus journey & I’m not talking about the road. It was only eventually, after maybe an hour and a half on the bus, that I started to recover. Funnily enough shortly after when the road took a turn for the worst. Eventually we stopped for a break that meant that I got some much-needed fresh air. Being a football bus, we also stopped at this pub – the owner must have thought it was his lucky day – and the kilts were getting a lot of respect from the passing locals.
There was supposed to be a police escort in, but it took too long for the boys in the pub to get back in the bus, so the police left with the other bus. We were dropped right at the ground and tickets were handed out.
At this point, having not had breakfast, Gary and myself set out to find something to eat. We sat at the most likely place and asked for something to eat. With some difficulty we realised “yes, what do you want” was the reply. No menu. So was asked in hope for pizza, chips, and the guy seemed to indicate that he had some meat. Reluctantly (and hungrily) we agreed. The meat was a kind of soup – well meat cooked in a pot with some stock cubes. Still another waiter (in Liverpool) top came out and chatted to us, so we also got a plate of chips & the guy at the next table bought us beer! Not that we needed the money.
On the way back to the ground we met up with a crowd of Dundee fans and sat serenading the locals on their way to the ground. We set off in good time for the game (maybe in around 40 minutes before kick-off). The plan was to have time to hang up the flags. However, we were in a small part of the ground – with no open terrace nearby. There were already a few flags flying behind the goal – so I tried to get to the front, to climb over – no go. Around the back – again the police weren’t letting me past. So again I tried down the front, desperately trying to explain what I wanted and was told to go around the back (that’s right out the gate, & around the outside). Which I did: explaining my self all the way. I had to stop another police dude to knock on the back door of the ground to let me in to hang up the flag. All while the team warmed up. And the way back was not easy either – even at the gate when, thankfully, one of the stewards recognised me as having passed out 5 minutes earlier.
Just to complete the story of the flag. At the end of the game, when we were kept in for 20 minutes, or so, this troop carrier – standing behind the goal – turned away from in front of the flags and headed as if to leave. It stopped and one of the soldiers climbed out of the cab and un-tied our flag. We thought this was more helpful Albanian hospitality (maybe he’ll bring it over) until the soldier folded it up and made for the cab. We all, of course, yelled “no” (loudly) and the soldier dropped the flag & then drove off. A few other guys made for their flags at this time, and since the stadium was empty, the police let us climb over the fence to collect their flags – which I dully did, though very carefully, since I had a £400 kilt on!
The game itself you’ve probably all heard about. Since most of you have seen the second leg by now, it’s fair to say that Vllaznia were not the strongest of opposition, still the team put in a most credible and professional performance to effectively kill the tie off in the first leg.
And so we headed for home. Not before stocking up with beer for the bus home. Which was pretty easy – there was one bar behind the stand we were allocated to & another around the corner stand. Once we’d all been served, the bar was dry. Nothing left apart from water. I don’t think the guy knew what had hit him!
We got a police escort pretty much al the way to the airport, and we were rushed through the airport check-in and on the flight home pretty sharpish. I’d booked an over-night in a travel lodge in Edinburgh, so after getting to bed at around 4:30, I was up 4 or 5 hours later for a day in the office. Still at least I got to beam at the Arabs in the office & show off the flag (of course).
Here’s to the next one!
Dundee Sign Boggan
Dundee have signed midfielder Jon Boggan on a deal until January, he played for Liverpool youths and spend the last two months of last season with Accrington Stanley. Before that the 25 year old was out for 3 years with a knee injury.
A few Beers in Germany!
It was a lifetime ambition to visit the legendary Munich Beer Festival in Bavaria. Properly known as the Octoberfest it runs annually for 21 days from mid September into early October. It was decided many years ago to start the festival earlier than October due to the better weather conditions but the festival would still be known as the Octoberfest.
I had planned for a crew of between six and ten to take over but in the end it was down to Harry and myself. The flights were reasonably priced at £160 which would take us via Schippol Airport in Amsterdam. After boarding a train from Cupar to Edinburgh we waited outside Haymarket for a bus to the Airport. After paying the driver we sat back thinking so far so good. The journey seemed to be taking an age also we didn't recognise our surroundings and the Airport never seemed to be coming into focus. A little bit concerned we asked the driver if we were getting close to which he answered that we were already past it and now we had arrived in Kirkliston about 4 miles past the Airport. This was not a good start and with the weather very hot it was an unpleasent walk which took us well over an hour to reach our destination. We had plenty time though as i usually plan against any unexpected delay and after arriving covered in sweat we eventually boarded our plane to take us to Amsterdam.
The plane arrived in time and as we had a 4 hour wait till the flight to Munich we had a few Amstel beers which incidently is the official beer of the Champions League. Unfortunately this flight would be delayed but as a kiosk inside the departure lounge served alcohol this was no great problem. There was a mixure of nationalities waiting about for this flight to Munich and they all seemed to be heading for the Octoberfest. We had a drink with a group of Swedes who were great fun until we finally got underway where we arrived at Munich Airport about Midnight.
After checking out we hailed a taxi and give him directions to our hotel. When we arrived the owner although agreeing we had the correct reservation details said bafflingly that he had a phone call to state we weren't coming. This seemed incredulous and as he made a few phone calls to places nearby to fix us up with accommodation the penny dropped, he had thought we weren't coming and gave our room away. This was more evident when he paid for the taxi to take us to another hotel which we didn't have to pay for. Next morning we had to find our other hotel which i had booked for 3 nights. The plan was to take a tram or bus to this hotel which is situated in Underscheisen (northern Munich). After walking and asking people which public transport to use and where to go for it for about 2 hours to which one local nutter shouted loudly "ah this is Munchen Munchen Munchen" we just gave up and got a taxi. Once we checked in (and no problem here) the receptionist sold us a rail ticket and gave us simple instructions to get the train where the platform is only 2 minutes away to take us to the Ocktoberfest. This we did and although we were on the wrong side of the platform originally we corrected this and successfully reached our goal.
The Octoberfest is staggering in terms of size and people. The first day it attracted 1.9 million a fair size bigger than many major European Cities. The sheer scale of it is mind boggling and the locals take it very seriously. There are 14 tents and each tent has a capacity of around 9000 and a lot are completely packed out each day at noon. There is a massive fairground featuring hundreds of stalls serving typical German food including bratt wurst sausages and saurkraut to standard Brittish and American food. On the way into the festival there are many horse and carts that line the street with everyone in a period time Octoberfest costume creating a nostalic and magical type atmosphere. The first tent we frequented was the Hippodrome with a seated indoor capacity of 6500 and outside 2500. We arrived about 12 noon and as you cant get served without a seat we endeavoured to find one. Walking along the front with all seats seemingly taken a big mighty roar greeted us and looking around perplexed we wondered (what the hell is this!). It was not reserved for us though but for the band who were walking right towards us on the way to the main stage where they are treated like real heroes with everyone acclaiming their presence. Told unceremoniously to get out of the way to let their idols past we eventually found two seats at the back where we were served by a gorgeous fraulein who took our order. The waitresses in general there were stunning all dressesd up in sexy uniforms and with a eagerness to please unlike many back home with a lucklusture couldn't careless attitude. This whole experience was like a culture shock to us as we began drinking from the heavy one litre stein glasses. Our first beer was Spartenbrau which was okay but a bit fruity on the palate before we ventured out to another tent. We met some Canadians in the next one where we drank Lowenbrau and we all marvelled at the frauleins who all seemed to be able to carry ten full steins of beer to thirsty customers awaiting their order. We checked out another tent but by this time they were all jam packed now with large queues forming outside waiting for people to leave to get in. In the search for more drink we spotted a revolving bar that slowly moved round just like a merry go round where we consumed numerous schnappes. We then decided to have a go on some of the fairground rides which included the roller coaster where my hat fell off and the slowest big wheel i have ever witnessed before finally spotting seats in another tent where we duly sat down and ordered some beer which was Hacker Porche. Harry had bought earlier a souvenir which he named Dick his beer mascot and he brought it out onto the table we were sharing with some young freindly locals. We swapped stories and helped smoke the large cigar that was being passed round as well as having more to drink. At closing time both of us were worse for wear and as i made my way back from the toilet to our seats Harry had vanished into the night and as hard as i tried i had no success in finding him. For situations like this a mobile phone is a godsend amongst thousands of people unfortunately Harry's phone had no credit left and everytime i tried to ring it went on answer machine mode. I ended up at some pub with people i had spoken too then got a taxi back to hotel.
The next morning and still no sign of Harry with his phone still off. This was the Saturday and we had tickets for the Bayern Munich game at the Alliance Arena v Alemenia Aachen. I decided to catch the train to the entrance of the Octoberfest in a forlorn hope that Harry might be there but he wasn't so i asked people the public transport i needed to get to the game. Most people i spoke to had a very limited knowledge of English and i really struggled but managed to get there in the end by getting of a train to Marionplatz before using the underground to the stadium. I then received a phone call from a German taxi driver telling me he had Harry and he wanted to know the hotel we were staying at so he could take him there. Harry had been walking the streets all night with no idea of what our hotel was called or even the area it was situated in. In a state of panic as all his belongings were in the hotel including match ticket, passport etc and with his phone out of credit he tried the Police Station where they told him abruptly that this was no hotel. Eventually about noon next day after explaining his predicament to a taxi driver they went to a phone box (he tried earlier to use one but couldn't understand it) and dialled my mobile. After the taxi dropped him off Harry got his match ticket and it was to be another taxi to the stadium where i would eventually meet him at kick-off time 3.30pm.
The Alliance Areana is a newly built super Stadium built for the World Cup just past and what a glorious sight it beholds. The locals have dubbed it rubber dingy as it resembles a boat from afar. Been to many a great stadium over the years including the Amsterdam Arena, Old Trafford, Selhurst Park, Ibrox and the Millennium in Cardiff with this right up there with the best. The atmosphere was excellent where a near capacity crowd witnessed a 2-1 victory for the hosts despite losing the first goal with well taken goals from Pizero and Van Bommel. The visiting team and their supporters did themselves proud by playing attacking football and singing throughout the whole game. After the match we hoped on the underground that took us back to Marionplatz which seems to be the focal point of the city with towering ancient buildings, littered with bars, shops and festival activities. We spotted an international bank where we took this opportunity to use our bank cards to withdraw much needed Euros to our already dwindling supply. After the previous excesses of the night before none of us were really in the mood for serious drinking so we only had a couple of Furstenburg beers and walked round the Ocktoberfest site which i would say is ten times bigger than the Links Market before getting a train back to our hotel. Although we stood at the right platform heading back up north to our accommodation i soon realised after a while we were not on the right train. The train system can be confusing especially with everything in Gerrman (well to us at least) where the trains are on specific routes (S1 to S8). Once i understood it was no bother very much like the London underground so we had to vacate our train at the next platform and wait till the next one came in to take us back South before we were able to go North again but on the correct route which in this instance was S8.
On Sunday we were up early and headed down for the beer fest again. Just like the World Cup people of all nationalities come along for this truly spectacular festival in which the Germans are extremely proud and their kind hospitality to foreigners is exceptional. Although the Germans can be perceived as arrogant and abnoxious (this can be true towards the English or the Dutch) they made us feel very welcome to share in their magnificent party. After many steins later it was my turn to get lost and after trying to find Harry discovered he had taken a taxi back to the hotel. Not like me to do anything stupid but when i was approached by someone wanting to use my mobile i duly obliged then watched stunned as he sprinted away with it.
Next day we made our way to the Airport but as we were checking out our hotel we got billed for 52 Euros from our room bar which is extortionate considering we only drank 2 bottles of soft drinks each. I think they must have billed us for the contents of the whole fridge which is i guess is a salutary lesson for the future because if you take 1 drink then you might as well take the whole bloody lot as you will still be billed for it. Not at our most mentally alert with it being early and probably with a few less brain cells, destroyed by the over indulgence of alcohol over the previous 3 days we proceeded to be searched up at the departure lounge before we had even checked in to receive our boarding pass. We then got lost inside the airport and wandered aimlessly about to get back to the check in desk where we even stumbled into a prohibited access area. Still we got there in the end but after arriving back in Edinburgh our luggage seemed to be missing (signal the alarm bells). We then realised there were two conveyor belts with luggage going through and we were waiting for the stuff from Spain. With our luggage safely located we thought we would get the duty-free but alas we were too late and another of our plans was up in smoke. Then to make matters worse we couldn't find the exit and had to ask a rather bewildered member of staff who pointed us in the right direction. Back into the centre of Edinburgh i bought an updated version of my stolen phone where i could still keep the same number which seemed a bit strange but was assured by the salesman that it was fine. We then finished of the journey with the train back to Cupar to end our eventful but enjoyable (apart from losing the phone) trip to the Munich Beer Festival.
I had planned for a crew of between six and ten to take over but in the end it was down to Harry and myself. The flights were reasonably priced at £160 which would take us via Schippol Airport in Amsterdam. After boarding a train from Cupar to Edinburgh we waited outside Haymarket for a bus to the Airport. After paying the driver we sat back thinking so far so good. The journey seemed to be taking an age also we didn't recognise our surroundings and the Airport never seemed to be coming into focus. A little bit concerned we asked the driver if we were getting close to which he answered that we were already past it and now we had arrived in Kirkliston about 4 miles past the Airport. This was not a good start and with the weather very hot it was an unpleasent walk which took us well over an hour to reach our destination. We had plenty time though as i usually plan against any unexpected delay and after arriving covered in sweat we eventually boarded our plane to take us to Amsterdam.
The plane arrived in time and as we had a 4 hour wait till the flight to Munich we had a few Amstel beers which incidently is the official beer of the Champions League. Unfortunately this flight would be delayed but as a kiosk inside the departure lounge served alcohol this was no great problem. There was a mixure of nationalities waiting about for this flight to Munich and they all seemed to be heading for the Octoberfest. We had a drink with a group of Swedes who were great fun until we finally got underway where we arrived at Munich Airport about Midnight.
After checking out we hailed a taxi and give him directions to our hotel. When we arrived the owner although agreeing we had the correct reservation details said bafflingly that he had a phone call to state we weren't coming. This seemed incredulous and as he made a few phone calls to places nearby to fix us up with accommodation the penny dropped, he had thought we weren't coming and gave our room away. This was more evident when he paid for the taxi to take us to another hotel which we didn't have to pay for. Next morning we had to find our other hotel which i had booked for 3 nights. The plan was to take a tram or bus to this hotel which is situated in Underscheisen (northern Munich). After walking and asking people which public transport to use and where to go for it for about 2 hours to which one local nutter shouted loudly "ah this is Munchen Munchen Munchen" we just gave up and got a taxi. Once we checked in (and no problem here) the receptionist sold us a rail ticket and gave us simple instructions to get the train where the platform is only 2 minutes away to take us to the Ocktoberfest. This we did and although we were on the wrong side of the platform originally we corrected this and successfully reached our goal.
The Octoberfest is staggering in terms of size and people. The first day it attracted 1.9 million a fair size bigger than many major European Cities. The sheer scale of it is mind boggling and the locals take it very seriously. There are 14 tents and each tent has a capacity of around 9000 and a lot are completely packed out each day at noon. There is a massive fairground featuring hundreds of stalls serving typical German food including bratt wurst sausages and saurkraut to standard Brittish and American food. On the way into the festival there are many horse and carts that line the street with everyone in a period time Octoberfest costume creating a nostalic and magical type atmosphere. The first tent we frequented was the Hippodrome with a seated indoor capacity of 6500 and outside 2500. We arrived about 12 noon and as you cant get served without a seat we endeavoured to find one. Walking along the front with all seats seemingly taken a big mighty roar greeted us and looking around perplexed we wondered (what the hell is this!). It was not reserved for us though but for the band who were walking right towards us on the way to the main stage where they are treated like real heroes with everyone acclaiming their presence. Told unceremoniously to get out of the way to let their idols past we eventually found two seats at the back where we were served by a gorgeous fraulein who took our order. The waitresses in general there were stunning all dressesd up in sexy uniforms and with a eagerness to please unlike many back home with a lucklusture couldn't careless attitude. This whole experience was like a culture shock to us as we began drinking from the heavy one litre stein glasses. Our first beer was Spartenbrau which was okay but a bit fruity on the palate before we ventured out to another tent. We met some Canadians in the next one where we drank Lowenbrau and we all marvelled at the frauleins who all seemed to be able to carry ten full steins of beer to thirsty customers awaiting their order. We checked out another tent but by this time they were all jam packed now with large queues forming outside waiting for people to leave to get in. In the search for more drink we spotted a revolving bar that slowly moved round just like a merry go round where we consumed numerous schnappes. We then decided to have a go on some of the fairground rides which included the roller coaster where my hat fell off and the slowest big wheel i have ever witnessed before finally spotting seats in another tent where we duly sat down and ordered some beer which was Hacker Porche. Harry had bought earlier a souvenir which he named Dick his beer mascot and he brought it out onto the table we were sharing with some young freindly locals. We swapped stories and helped smoke the large cigar that was being passed round as well as having more to drink. At closing time both of us were worse for wear and as i made my way back from the toilet to our seats Harry had vanished into the night and as hard as i tried i had no success in finding him. For situations like this a mobile phone is a godsend amongst thousands of people unfortunately Harry's phone had no credit left and everytime i tried to ring it went on answer machine mode. I ended up at some pub with people i had spoken too then got a taxi back to hotel.
The next morning and still no sign of Harry with his phone still off. This was the Saturday and we had tickets for the Bayern Munich game at the Alliance Arena v Alemenia Aachen. I decided to catch the train to the entrance of the Octoberfest in a forlorn hope that Harry might be there but he wasn't so i asked people the public transport i needed to get to the game. Most people i spoke to had a very limited knowledge of English and i really struggled but managed to get there in the end by getting of a train to Marionplatz before using the underground to the stadium. I then received a phone call from a German taxi driver telling me he had Harry and he wanted to know the hotel we were staying at so he could take him there. Harry had been walking the streets all night with no idea of what our hotel was called or even the area it was situated in. In a state of panic as all his belongings were in the hotel including match ticket, passport etc and with his phone out of credit he tried the Police Station where they told him abruptly that this was no hotel. Eventually about noon next day after explaining his predicament to a taxi driver they went to a phone box (he tried earlier to use one but couldn't understand it) and dialled my mobile. After the taxi dropped him off Harry got his match ticket and it was to be another taxi to the stadium where i would eventually meet him at kick-off time 3.30pm.
The Alliance Areana is a newly built super Stadium built for the World Cup just past and what a glorious sight it beholds. The locals have dubbed it rubber dingy as it resembles a boat from afar. Been to many a great stadium over the years including the Amsterdam Arena, Old Trafford, Selhurst Park, Ibrox and the Millennium in Cardiff with this right up there with the best. The atmosphere was excellent where a near capacity crowd witnessed a 2-1 victory for the hosts despite losing the first goal with well taken goals from Pizero and Van Bommel. The visiting team and their supporters did themselves proud by playing attacking football and singing throughout the whole game. After the match we hoped on the underground that took us back to Marionplatz which seems to be the focal point of the city with towering ancient buildings, littered with bars, shops and festival activities. We spotted an international bank where we took this opportunity to use our bank cards to withdraw much needed Euros to our already dwindling supply. After the previous excesses of the night before none of us were really in the mood for serious drinking so we only had a couple of Furstenburg beers and walked round the Ocktoberfest site which i would say is ten times bigger than the Links Market before getting a train back to our hotel. Although we stood at the right platform heading back up north to our accommodation i soon realised after a while we were not on the right train. The train system can be confusing especially with everything in Gerrman (well to us at least) where the trains are on specific routes (S1 to S8). Once i understood it was no bother very much like the London underground so we had to vacate our train at the next platform and wait till the next one came in to take us back South before we were able to go North again but on the correct route which in this instance was S8.
On Sunday we were up early and headed down for the beer fest again. Just like the World Cup people of all nationalities come along for this truly spectacular festival in which the Germans are extremely proud and their kind hospitality to foreigners is exceptional. Although the Germans can be perceived as arrogant and abnoxious (this can be true towards the English or the Dutch) they made us feel very welcome to share in their magnificent party. After many steins later it was my turn to get lost and after trying to find Harry discovered he had taken a taxi back to the hotel. Not like me to do anything stupid but when i was approached by someone wanting to use my mobile i duly obliged then watched stunned as he sprinted away with it.
Next day we made our way to the Airport but as we were checking out our hotel we got billed for 52 Euros from our room bar which is extortionate considering we only drank 2 bottles of soft drinks each. I think they must have billed us for the contents of the whole fridge which is i guess is a salutary lesson for the future because if you take 1 drink then you might as well take the whole bloody lot as you will still be billed for it. Not at our most mentally alert with it being early and probably with a few less brain cells, destroyed by the over indulgence of alcohol over the previous 3 days we proceeded to be searched up at the departure lounge before we had even checked in to receive our boarding pass. We then got lost inside the airport and wandered aimlessly about to get back to the check in desk where we even stumbled into a prohibited access area. Still we got there in the end but after arriving back in Edinburgh our luggage seemed to be missing (signal the alarm bells). We then realised there were two conveyor belts with luggage going through and we were waiting for the stuff from Spain. With our luggage safely located we thought we would get the duty-free but alas we were too late and another of our plans was up in smoke. Then to make matters worse we couldn't find the exit and had to ask a rather bewildered member of staff who pointed us in the right direction. Back into the centre of Edinburgh i bought an updated version of my stolen phone where i could still keep the same number which seemed a bit strange but was assured by the salesman that it was fine. We then finished of the journey with the train back to Cupar to end our eventful but enjoyable (apart from losing the phone) trip to the Munich Beer Festival.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Partick Thistle Build Up
A young Dundee side lost 1-0 at McDiarmid Park last night, Owen Coyle scored the only goal with twenty minutes to go. It was a Forfarshire Cup Tie. Included in the Dundee side were Brian McGinty, Bryan Deasley and Ross Harris.
At Dens there was a Question and Answer session with George Knight,Dave McKinnon and Alex Rae which lasted two hours, it went well by reports on the Dundee FC website.
Ludovic Roy and Alex Rae has slight knocks, but should be fit for Saturday.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Dundee 1 Hamilton 1, Dens Park, 21/10/06
Dundee drew 1-1 with Hamilton at Dens on Saturday, Brian McGinty made his debut and will need a few games to get his match fitness up. Hamilton scored first after sloppy play in our midfield lead to a cross being headed on and McLeod headed past Ludovic Roy. Dundee should have scored when the ball fell to Paul Dixon, but somehow he hit bar from close range. Into the second half and we started very well and the ball will just not break. But after a Andy McLaren header was dropped by the Hamilton keeper Greg Strong scored his first goal from 6 yards. We then pushed forward for the winner, but Hamilton had a couple of chances and one of them Roy made a great save. Near the end and Andy McLaren shot home from 6 yards, but it hit a defender on the line and came back out. So in the end we had to settle for a draw.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Eagles Torn Apart..................
Cupar Eagles faced the league leaders Elevado with confidence at a low point after suffering defeat in the opening three matches of the season. Elevado threatened immediately and McGregor had push away a right foot volley onto the crossbar. It came as no surprise when Elevado opened the scoring soon afterwards and a second shortly followed. Marshall took three players out with a defence splitting pass to free Halley who tucked the ball home to put the Eagles back in it. Elevado upped the presure and scored another two goals before the break. Martin took over in goals in the second half but with a badly bruised knee restricting his movement an other couple of goals were quickly conceeded before Hood replaced him. Eagles kept on pushing forward but were caught out with two more well taken goals before the final whistle sounded.
Final Score: Cupar Eagles 1 Elevado 8
Eagles line-up:
1. Roy McGregor
2. John Mullen
3. Tommy Marshall
4. Greg McLuckie
5. Craig Halley
6. Ally Syme
Subs:
7. Walter Martin
8. Harry Hood
Final Score: Cupar Eagles 1 Elevado 8
Eagles line-up:
1. Roy McGregor
2. John Mullen
3. Tommy Marshall
4. Greg McLuckie
5. Craig Halley
6. Ally Syme
Subs:
7. Walter Martin
8. Harry Hood
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Palace Adventure No 27
Three of us set off from Cupar to the hallowed turf of Selhurst Park. I made myself logistical manager as there were complex and precise timings involved to reach our destination and back. Harry and Dougie were my companions on the long road down covering a total of a thousand miles. It was an early start at 5am for the first leg of the journey where a Partick Thistle fan named Stuart would be waiting at my house to take us to the airport. Harry would be late in driving to my house blaming the fog and the mist from St Monans located in the East Neuk of Fife on his late arrival, leaving Dougie slightly anxious to our whereabouts as he diligently waited outside the now defunct Cupar Nightclub called Jordans. Anyway ten minutes later than planned we were off and arrived at Edinburgh Airport with plenty time to spare after booking in. This of course was the cue to get the first alcoholic beverage down our throats with the time at 0640. Our flight was in time and after a short free bus ride from Luton Airport to the railway station we boarded the Thameslink to East Croyden for our accommodation at Jurrys Inn. Harry and myself had planned the trip well in advance sorting our tickets, accomodationn and flights but Dougie had left it to the last few days costing double for the airfare and he still had a ticket to buy so we headed by taxi to Selhurst Park about 3 miles away. Plenty tickets were left and Harry and myself purchased a new Palace top, a matchday programme and i bought a Dougie Freedman mug. We were now ready for a few pre-match pints cue the Selhurst Arms. Inside we mingled with the locals and discussed our travel arrangments down to this mecca where the general response was surprise and bewilderment at such dedication to the Eagles cause whereupon we were rewarded with folk buying us pints. Our good friend Bob who we met at the Spread Eagle pub in Croyden after a home game v Wolves last season eventually turned up and after a another pint we were ready for the 10 min walk to the Stadium. Unfortunately we lost Dougie at this point and despite our best attempts to find him, we gave up and walked to the ground where we heard a lot of cheering. Yes we had missed a goal after 75 seconds and worse it was 1 nil to Cardiff. Upon finding our seats we sang along with the vociferous home crowd and rejoiced when Stuart Green raced past the Scottish Internationalist Goalkeeper Neil Alexander and slotted the ball home for the equaliser just before half-time. We used the the 15 minute interval to cure our craving thirst by consuming more alcohol.
In the second half the match could have went either way and with a draw looking likely our visitors took advantage of sloppy play and scored what proved to be the winner 6 mins from time. A bitter pill to swallow and as we left the ground to walk to a pub the mood amonst the Eagles faithful was one of gloom and despondency. We arrived at the Cherry Trees and as we discussed the whereabouts of Dougie the man himself appeared out of nowhere. Dougie then proceeded to tell us that he witnessed a mass brawl involving both sets of supporters as he left the ground featuring about 200 people. After the Cherry Trees we headed down the street to a pub called the Ship and again we lost Dougie. Harry by this stage was fairly inebriated and was starting to slur his words. He decided it was time to leave the premises to go to a shop as his cigarrete supply had plummeted down to the wire. After a long period of time he phoned my mobile trying to find his way back but it was very difficult to understand what he was saying as the alcohol had seeemingly destroyed a few of his brain cells. Twenty minutes later he re-learned the name of the pub he had been in and with guidence from the company i was in he found his way back to which a huge cheer greeted him on his re-emergence as well as another pint. Resembling a zombie from the movie Shaun of the dead he shuffled towards the bar area and that was the last time i saw him until he returned to the hotel at 6am. This was not quite going to plan, although i did not envisage a clockwork operation, now i had lost both my friends. It was a forlorn hope but i tried to retreive the situation by frequenting a few of the bars that we had passed on the way up hoping i would bump into Harry or Dougie. There was to be no joy and i eventually caught a bus to take me back to East Croyden where i then had a pint back at the hotel with no sign of my pals.
I was woken by Harry entering the hotel at 6am in a rather foul mood and it was then that i noticed Dougie had made it back too. Harry told us about his night, how he had walked for miles probably round in a circle, got nearly arrested, lost his mobile, matchday programme, baseball hat, packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Questioned by us how he had lost all these possessions he replied that he didn't have a scooby and sat and slept on a chair from 0620 to 1000. Dougie and myself enjoyed the full English breakfast but Harry was not in the mood.
On the return journey we were a bit fortunate to make our return flight. We checked in with loads of time but after spending too long a period at the bar we left it very tight to be searched as a long queue had developed and we had only about 20 minutes left before the flight took off. This was to prove academic as the plane was subliquently delayed and our fears were thus nullified.
We made it back to Cupar at about 8.30pm where Oggy met us from the railway station platform. Tired and dishevelled Harry decided to head straight back to St Monans and Dougie was partied out as well as he too headed home. As i was of work Monday i had one or two pints in the Imperial then the walker before calling it a night reflecting on another Palace adventure where things certainly do not go according to plan.
In the second half the match could have went either way and with a draw looking likely our visitors took advantage of sloppy play and scored what proved to be the winner 6 mins from time. A bitter pill to swallow and as we left the ground to walk to a pub the mood amonst the Eagles faithful was one of gloom and despondency. We arrived at the Cherry Trees and as we discussed the whereabouts of Dougie the man himself appeared out of nowhere. Dougie then proceeded to tell us that he witnessed a mass brawl involving both sets of supporters as he left the ground featuring about 200 people. After the Cherry Trees we headed down the street to a pub called the Ship and again we lost Dougie. Harry by this stage was fairly inebriated and was starting to slur his words. He decided it was time to leave the premises to go to a shop as his cigarrete supply had plummeted down to the wire. After a long period of time he phoned my mobile trying to find his way back but it was very difficult to understand what he was saying as the alcohol had seeemingly destroyed a few of his brain cells. Twenty minutes later he re-learned the name of the pub he had been in and with guidence from the company i was in he found his way back to which a huge cheer greeted him on his re-emergence as well as another pint. Resembling a zombie from the movie Shaun of the dead he shuffled towards the bar area and that was the last time i saw him until he returned to the hotel at 6am. This was not quite going to plan, although i did not envisage a clockwork operation, now i had lost both my friends. It was a forlorn hope but i tried to retreive the situation by frequenting a few of the bars that we had passed on the way up hoping i would bump into Harry or Dougie. There was to be no joy and i eventually caught a bus to take me back to East Croyden where i then had a pint back at the hotel with no sign of my pals.
I was woken by Harry entering the hotel at 6am in a rather foul mood and it was then that i noticed Dougie had made it back too. Harry told us about his night, how he had walked for miles probably round in a circle, got nearly arrested, lost his mobile, matchday programme, baseball hat, packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Questioned by us how he had lost all these possessions he replied that he didn't have a scooby and sat and slept on a chair from 0620 to 1000. Dougie and myself enjoyed the full English breakfast but Harry was not in the mood.
On the return journey we were a bit fortunate to make our return flight. We checked in with loads of time but after spending too long a period at the bar we left it very tight to be searched as a long queue had developed and we had only about 20 minutes left before the flight took off. This was to prove academic as the plane was subliquently delayed and our fears were thus nullified.
We made it back to Cupar at about 8.30pm where Oggy met us from the railway station platform. Tired and dishevelled Harry decided to head straight back to St Monans and Dougie was partied out as well as he too headed home. As i was of work Monday i had one or two pints in the Imperial then the walker before calling it a night reflecting on another Palace adventure where things certainly do not go according to plan.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Hamilton Buildup...........................
Dundee today signed St Mirren striker Brian McGinty on loan until January. McGinty will be in the squad for the visit of Hamilton Academical to Dens on Saturday. The six foot one inch tall, 29 year old, scored 16 league goals in 90 starts for the Paisley club. And Kevin McDonald will be fit to play.
Should be a good open game as both teams look to put the pressure on the league leaders.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Ross County 1 Dundee 0, 14/October/06
I stayed at Dave Cooper's on Friday night for the early start for the trip up to Dingwall, up at 06:30 got ready and left at 07:05 to walk down to Doc Stewarts. The Doc Azzurri's bus is leaving at 07:30. My mate Dougie Laing did not make it sleeping in. So I was glad Karen and Susan are on the bus.
We left just after half seven and the plan is to stop at Newton Stewart for breakfast, in which was really good bacon and egg roll was just what we needed. Next stop was Conan Bridge getting there at 12:00 just in time to watch Celtic beat Dundee United 4-1. The pub is called The Duck and they put on food which is first class, plus the weather is also very nice.
We leave for Dingwall at 14:30 and it's only 3 miles away. We have to buy a ticket for the game from a portacabin. At least the £12 is good value.
On to the game now and we struggle for the whole first half and we are lucky just to be only 1 nil down. We are a wee bit better in the second half, but the ball won't break for us and the games runs away from us.
I also met Alex Benvie at the game and it's the first time I've seen him in a few years. Alex used to have the programme shop at Dens in the 1980's.
We leave and the journey is quite quick and we stop off at Dunkeld for one hour for a drink and something out of the chip shop. We get back to Dundee just after 9pm. It's been a good day out, only the result was the only downpoint.
We left just after half seven and the plan is to stop at Newton Stewart for breakfast, in which was really good bacon and egg roll was just what we needed. Next stop was Conan Bridge getting there at 12:00 just in time to watch Celtic beat Dundee United 4-1. The pub is called The Duck and they put on food which is first class, plus the weather is also very nice.
We leave for Dingwall at 14:30 and it's only 3 miles away. We have to buy a ticket for the game from a portacabin. At least the £12 is good value.
On to the game now and we struggle for the whole first half and we are lucky just to be only 1 nil down. We are a wee bit better in the second half, but the ball won't break for us and the games runs away from us.
I also met Alex Benvie at the game and it's the first time I've seen him in a few years. Alex used to have the programme shop at Dens in the 1980's.
We leave and the journey is quite quick and we stop off at Dunkeld for one hour for a drink and something out of the chip shop. We get back to Dundee just after 9pm. It's been a good day out, only the result was the only downpoint.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Eagles Slump to Defeat
Eagles started brightly and almost took the lead when Halley found Mcluckie in space down the left wing and after weaving past two defenders his shot was tipped over for a corner. Marshall was only inches away after powering down a header from the resultant corner. Eagles were to pay for that miss as the Masters went ahead from a ball over the top of the Eagles defence that was cooly despatched past Hood.
As the Eagles chased the game in the second half gaps started to appear in defence and another goal was lost. Halley and Mcluckie were combining well in the middle of the park and it was the latter who opened his Eagles scoring account when he volleyed home a spectacular effort to give the Eagles hope. Immediately the Masters went back up the field to score to make it 3-1 and two minutes later Hood was beaten again. Bauchope found the net after a good interchanging move involving Marshall and Halley. Another mistake in defence led to a fifth goal being conceded and then the roof started to fall in as another three goals were shipped before Martin restored a bit of pride rifling in a right foot shot that gave the keeper no chance.
Final score: Cupar Eagles 3 Drunken Masters 8
Team line up:
Harry Hood
Ally Syme
John Mullen
Craig Halley
Gregg Mcluckie
Andrew Bauchope
Subs
Tommy Marshall
Colin Clive
Walter Martin
As the Eagles chased the game in the second half gaps started to appear in defence and another goal was lost. Halley and Mcluckie were combining well in the middle of the park and it was the latter who opened his Eagles scoring account when he volleyed home a spectacular effort to give the Eagles hope. Immediately the Masters went back up the field to score to make it 3-1 and two minutes later Hood was beaten again. Bauchope found the net after a good interchanging move involving Marshall and Halley. Another mistake in defence led to a fifth goal being conceded and then the roof started to fall in as another three goals were shipped before Martin restored a bit of pride rifling in a right foot shot that gave the keeper no chance.
Final score: Cupar Eagles 3 Drunken Masters 8
Team line up:
Harry Hood
Ally Syme
John Mullen
Craig Halley
Gregg Mcluckie
Andrew Bauchope
Subs
Tommy Marshall
Colin Clive
Walter Martin
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Warning Eagles Trip Coming Up!
Just to let let you all know that Tommy,Harry and Dougie are heading for London to watch the home game against Cardiff City this Saturday.
Watch this space for more mayhem!
Above: Tommy,Harry and Ian last season on one of their famous trips down South!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Young Scot's Win
Kevin McDonald fired Scotland into the elite group stage of the UEFA European Under 19 Championship at the Falkirk Stadium this afternoon, the Dens kid striking twice early in the second half to break the deadlock after a dour first period. Playing as a second striker alongside David Goodwillie Kevin was perfectly placed twice to net from close range and ensure qualification as Germany beat Bosnia in the afternoon's other group match.
The match eventually finished 4-0 with the scoring being completed with goals from Hibs Darren McCormack and Rangers' Steven Lennon. Keeper Scott Murray had to make do with a place on the bench, but given the commanding performances in both group games of Motherwell's Alan Martin that's understandable. Now the Scots head into the massive challenge of Germany on Tuesday evening with the comfort of knowing that they are already through to the next stage of the tournament.
The match eventually finished 4-0 with the scoring being completed with goals from Hibs Darren McCormack and Rangers' Steven Lennon. Keeper Scott Murray had to make do with a place on the bench, but given the commanding performances in both group games of Motherwell's Alan Martin that's understandable. Now the Scots head into the massive challenge of Germany on Tuesday evening with the comfort of knowing that they are already through to the next stage of the tournament.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Airdrie and St.Johnstone
I missed the Airdrie game due to Calum's stag weekend in Cork, but the 1 nil victory was a great result for the club. If you did not know Derek Lyle scored the winner from the penalty spot after Gavin Swankie was fouled in the box.
Last Saturday we drew 1-1 with St.Johnstone at Dens we started the game very well, but Derek Lyle got sent off after the linesman flagged, it seemed a bit harsh. Perth saints scored midway through the half and it looked that we would struggle. But the fighting qualities that the club has just now pulled us through. In the second half we took the game to our hosts and it was no surprise when after good play by Gavin Swankie, who passed to Andy McLaren who shot home. A good draw for us and great performances from Andy McLaren and Paul Dixon.
Dundee have Cameroon striker Issac Mopi on trial this week, Alex Rae has said he has done well and will play in a bounce game next week. Ross Harris should be fit for the trip to Dingwall a week on Saturday, it's a bonus as many thought he had broken his leg on Saturday.
Last Saturday we drew 1-1 with St.Johnstone at Dens we started the game very well, but Derek Lyle got sent off after the linesman flagged, it seemed a bit harsh. Perth saints scored midway through the half and it looked that we would struggle. But the fighting qualities that the club has just now pulled us through. In the second half we took the game to our hosts and it was no surprise when after good play by Gavin Swankie, who passed to Andy McLaren who shot home. A good draw for us and great performances from Andy McLaren and Paul Dixon.
Dundee have Cameroon striker Issac Mopi on trial this week, Alex Rae has said he has done well and will play in a bounce game next week. Ross Harris should be fit for the trip to Dingwall a week on Saturday, it's a bonus as many thought he had broken his leg on Saturday.
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Eagles Lose
Cupar Eagles opened their new league campaign with a defeat going down by four goals to one against Tetley Tea Bags. Eagles secured the services of youngster Greig Mclucky in the close season and after impressing the management team in training sessions he gained a starting position.
Eagles started brightly and in confident mood but were stunned when against the run of play Tetley Tea Bags scored to take a rather undeserved lead. Player of the previous season Halley levelled the match with a crisp and composed finish after being put through by Mclucky. Lack of discipline during the second half in the Eagles defence, with failure to properly man mark, was to prove costly, as three goals were quickly conceded. The game finally petered out much to the disappointment in the Eagles camp after a confident and inspired start.
Final score: Cupar Eagles 1 Tetley Tea Bags 4
Team line up:
Harry Hood
Ally Syme
Tommy Marshall
Craig Halley
Greig Mclucky
Andrew Bauchope
Subs
Colin Clive
Walter Martin
Eagles started brightly and in confident mood but were stunned when against the run of play Tetley Tea Bags scored to take a rather undeserved lead. Player of the previous season Halley levelled the match with a crisp and composed finish after being put through by Mclucky. Lack of discipline during the second half in the Eagles defence, with failure to properly man mark, was to prove costly, as three goals were quickly conceded. The game finally petered out much to the disappointment in the Eagles camp after a confident and inspired start.
Final score: Cupar Eagles 1 Tetley Tea Bags 4
Team line up:
Harry Hood
Ally Syme
Tommy Marshall
Craig Halley
Greig Mclucky
Andrew Bauchope
Subs
Colin Clive
Walter Martin
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