Peter Crouch and me
Posted by George Gorilla on Thursday, April 2, 2009
Peter Crouch is a great lad for me to aspire to! Last night when he scored that goal when playing against the Ukraine team, the commentator said he had been given the 'nod' by the England Manager. I suppose Peter feels popular with him now. He's popular with me because if size is not an issue for him - then why should it be for me?
Lots of people used to be rude about Peter when they thought he was too tall and lanky for football and shout stuff out when he played. He stuck with it and kept going with the game he loved - even when people laughed. They're laughing over the other side of their faces now though - ha,ha,ha! I was laughed at when I was in the police - although it was always behind my back. I used to see them when they thought I wasn't looking, bent over double giggling in a huddle usually when I was using the special 'swing/propeller' tactics which when coupled with some chest beating served as a useful deterrent to ward off fist fights outside pubs. I seemed to be doing it all single handed - and all they could do was stand and giggle instead of doing their job. I think I have a lot in common with Peter - and I share with him the need to just grit my teeth and get on with it. They'll laugh over the other side of their faces - mark my words. They'll see me in the future and wish I was still working with them.
I might decide not to report C this week because in my view he would never say a thing like B just said, "Mind you, the difference is that Peter Crouch actually scores a goal - but poor old George tends to blow it......." If anything this has made me more determined to follow Peter and show them all!! Also B knows actually nothing about football - she makes really stupid comments during games sometimes which makes you realise that she hasn't got a clue what is going on. She can't even follow a game while C is serious and knowledgeable and really knows what he is talking about. I would have loved to have played with C when he used to play 5 a side football, I bet he was really good. He would appreciate some of my tactics and certainly my approach to the game. I think I'm a bit of a Rooney really:- one moment - 'short fuse' and the next - 'leadership qualities'. Now I think C would really understand that and say if he was a football manager he would bring out the best in me and give me the encouragement and breaks I needed to get really good, instead of just calling me "littlun" or "cor, you're little" like some might. He's a good lad - C - knows what he wants and what he's talking about - no, definitively no report to Bill Bold this week.
Lots of people used to be rude about Peter when they thought he was too tall and lanky for football and shout stuff out when he played. He stuck with it and kept going with the game he loved - even when people laughed. They're laughing over the other side of their faces now though - ha,ha,ha! I was laughed at when I was in the police - although it was always behind my back. I used to see them when they thought I wasn't looking, bent over double giggling in a huddle usually when I was using the special 'swing/propeller' tactics which when coupled with some chest beating served as a useful deterrent to ward off fist fights outside pubs. I seemed to be doing it all single handed - and all they could do was stand and giggle instead of doing their job. I think I have a lot in common with Peter - and I share with him the need to just grit my teeth and get on with it. They'll laugh over the other side of their faces - mark my words. They'll see me in the future and wish I was still working with them.
I might decide not to report C this week because in my view he would never say a thing like B just said, "Mind you, the difference is that Peter Crouch actually scores a goal - but poor old George tends to blow it......." If anything this has made me more determined to follow Peter and show them all!! Also B knows actually nothing about football - she makes really stupid comments during games sometimes which makes you realise that she hasn't got a clue what is going on. She can't even follow a game while C is serious and knowledgeable and really knows what he is talking about. I would have loved to have played with C when he used to play 5 a side football, I bet he was really good. He would appreciate some of my tactics and certainly my approach to the game. I think I'm a bit of a Rooney really:- one moment - 'short fuse' and the next - 'leadership qualities'. Now I think C would really understand that and say if he was a football manager he would bring out the best in me and give me the encouragement and breaks I needed to get really good, instead of just calling me "littlun" or "cor, you're little" like some might. He's a good lad - C - knows what he wants and what he's talking about - no, definitively no report to Bill Bold this week.