Football Coaching

I had a dream last night. Must have been the pork pie. Here it is – the dream, not the pork pie.

A football pitch. Training for the first team squad has finished for the day and the coach has asked the players to form a semi-circle around him.

COACH:

Well done lads. Train as hard as that and repeat it on the park on match days and we’ll be right in there with a big shout come the end of the season when they’re handing the silverware out. Briggsy – excellent my son. That heading practice is beginning to pay off. That last effort of yours – in like a bullet. Jonesy, your crossing is improving as much as Briggsys heading, you should be proud of yourself. David Beckham? You’ll shit Beckhams if you carry on improving the way you have been. But listen up. Being a Premiership footballer isn’t just about heading and kicking a football; if it was everybody would be a Premiership footballer. There are other skills you’ll be needing. And a very important one of them is harvesting. Before I go any further have any of you ever done any harvesting? No Wilksy, I don’t mean helping the farmer out with his haymaking when you were a kid. I’m talking harvesting for girls here, for tail, not hay – although you’ll probably be making hay if you listen to what I’m telling you and then pick the right sort of girls to ask along to your Christmas bash. So where’s the best place to go to get hot women you reckon? No, not the Turkish baths Cleggy. Hot, as in shaggable and up for it. I’ll tell you. Up market department stores for one. They’re excellent spots. The birds off the cosmetics counters and beauty parlours in Harrods and Selfridges. Clubs is another ripe area for potential tail. And any beauty queens you’ve come across – or into – they’re always a good source for the harvester.

Another skill you’ll have to get to grips with is roasting. When you’re at your Christmas bash and the Crystal has flowed and half a dozen or so of you find a girl who’s willing to drop her knickers– and there aren’t many who won’t be if you’ve done your harvesting proper, and if she’s wearing any knickers in the first place – where’s the best place to go to give her a good roasting? No, not a Turkish baths Cleggy. Turkish baths would be all right if you wanted to give her a good boiling perhaps, but….Anybody else? That’s right Jacksy, one of the bedrooms at the place you’re having your Christmas party.

The final skill you’ll need is dogging – and this isn’t just a Christmas skill, this is a pastime you can engage in it all the year round so it’s especially important. Where’s the best place to engage in a bit of dogging? Fuck me Cleggy, what is it with you and Turkish baths? Struth! Yes Smithy? No, it isn’t the dog track either Smithy, Jesus, you don’t you know what dogging is, what planet are you from? Tell him Jonesy. That’s right, watching couples having sex in the back of cars. As championed by the great Stan Collymore. So where’s the best place to do a bit of dogging? Fuck me Cleggy if you mention Turkish baths again I’ll fucking choke you. Yes, all right, I know you can watch people having sex at the Turkish baths – well I didn’t but I do now – but it isn’t the place I’m thinking of. I’m thinking of the park. That’s where to do your dogging. The park at night. Got that? Good. Right, into the showers……no, forget that, let’s all go down the Turkish baths instead.

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Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things. Hi. I’m Terry Ravenscroft, I’m aged 67 and…..whoooah, come back, I’m not ready to have the lid nailed down on my coffin just yet. Anyway I’m a very young 67. (About five years ago I went to see Pulp at the Manchester Evening News Arena. I was older than everyone else by at least 35 years. The eighteen-year-old next to me asked me if I’d ever been to the venue before. I replied ‘Yes I saw George Formby here once’. She’d never heard of him.) This blog is going to be about my life and the way I see things. Before I retired I was a comedy scriptwriter for Les Dawson and Smith and Jones amongst others so there’s a sporting chance that some of the things I write will be funny. One of the reasons I’m writing this blog, although by no means the only reason, is because I have a website www.topcomedy.co.uk which I hope you will log on to occasionally. I have yet to meet anybody who doesn’t like Dear Air 2000…. My hobbies are walking, playing crown green bowls, watching football, birdwatching , cooking, and, according to The Trouble, moaning. Oh, and I have a thing about Kristen Scott Thomas. A couple of people I will be mentioning from time to time are The Trouble and Atkins Down The Road. The Trouble is my wife. I don’t call her The Trouble because it’s cockney rhyming slang for ‘wife, trouble and strife’, but because she has the habit of starting sentences, especially to me, with the words ‘The trouble with you is….’ Then goes on to complete the rest of the sentence with words like ‘you never listen when I’m talking to you’ or ‘you never see the other person’s point of view’ or some such other frivolous complaint. Atkins Down The Road is my best friend and lives, not surprisingly, down the road. I started a weblog a couple of years ago but stopped doing it to write a novel about golf called ‘A Good Walk Spoiled.’ If you want to read the weblog it can be found on my website, if you want to read the novel it can be found on my other website, Razzamatazz, at www.razza.fsnet.co.uk along with lots of other things.

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