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Post by angusscrimm on Apr 9, 2020 23:23:49 GMT
Other than being a Partick Thistle supporter....
I love football, and used to fancy myself as a bit of a goalkeeper. My hero back in the day was Andy Goram, even though he played for a different team.
In kick-about games and school matches, I really was top-notch. I was an excellent shot-stopper, brilliant with set-pieces (even at the massive height of 5 ft 7") and had quick reflexes. I was quite muscular and could fill the goal at one-on-one situations.
Although I never played with a team myself, I trained younger players who went on to play with good teams, and I was a bit cocky with it, too.
But one day, my dad got ME a trial with a local amateur outfit. I was due to play the night he told me. I had never met my teammates, and was thrown right in at the deep end. I sh*t it.
After just 2 minutes, I was lobbed. It was on a public park with no net in the goal. The lob didn't go in, it was over the crossbar, but for some reason the ref saw it as in. My confidence was f*cked and I let in another two howlers within 20 minutes - and was substituted. I was asked to go back, but was too sheepish to do so.
Later on, still at school, I moved in to defensive midfield. A number of scouts saw me play at school level, and I was soon approached by Rangers, Hearts and Leeds. I knocked them all back because I sh*t it. Eventually, my school coach - who was also the manager of the Scotland schools side at the time - asked me to trial for Scotland. By this time, I had a hankering for journalism and told him I wanted to write about football, not play it. I never kicked a ball again.
I did freelance journalism for a while, but now run a small pub-quiz business.
If only I didn't sh*t it....or got embarrassed by a bad game.
Do you have any embarrassing sporting memories?
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Post by baronlutenvank on Apr 10, 2020 7:45:07 GMT
In my family, basketball runs in the blood among the males. I must've been adopted cos I can't play! I can shoot a ball or two on one of those free throw games you see in arcades, but I'm pretty hopeless in a game.
I was in the 5th grade, during the intramural season when I got pulled by one of my classmates into our class team. I was the tallest in the class, and there isn't much options so they had to pull me in. I remembered on the 1st quarter, when I got the ball, I had a brain fart and forgot to dribble, I might've even shot the ball in the wrong basket too. Needless to say, I got benched after the 1st quarter and we lost, naturally. Man, I remember the bullying went up for a while then. So I ditched the ball and picked up the guitar. That fared better for me in the end, I even got a bit of a reputation in my class during my final year as that guy with the guitar.
The next time I got involved in any sports was several years later in high school when I was commentating a basketball match between my class and another class. If you haven't taken the opportunity to roast the players on both teams throughout the whole game, you haven't lived! My team won this time, so things got rounded out in the end.
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Post by angusscrimm on Apr 10, 2020 14:14:31 GMT
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Post by Steve on Apr 15, 2020 18:18:00 GMT
Other than being a Partick Thistle supporter.... I love football, and used to fancy myself as a bit of a goalkeeper. My hero back in the day was Andy Goram, even though he played for a different team. In kick-about games and school matches, I really was top-notch. I was an excellent shot-stopper, brilliant with set-pieces (even at the massive height of 5 ft 7") and had quick reflexes. I was quite muscular and could fill the goal at one-on-one situations. Although I never played with a team myself, I trained younger players who went on to play with good teams, and I was a bit cocky with it, too. But one day, my dad got ME a trial with a local amateur outfit. I was due to play the night he told me. I had never met my teammates, and was thrown right in at the deep end. I sh*t it. After just 2 minutes, I was lobbed. It was on a public park with no net in the goal. The lob didn't go in, it was over the crossbar, but for some reason the ref saw it as in. My confidence was f*cked and I let in another two howlers within 20 minutes - and was substituted. I was asked to go back, but was too sheepish to do so. Later on, still at school, I moved in to defensive midfield. A number of scouts saw me play at school level, and I was soon approached by Rangers, Hearts and Leeds. I knocked them all back because I sh*t it. Eventually, my school coach - who was also the manager of the Scotland schools side at the time - asked me to trial for Scotland. By this time, I had a hankering for journalism and told him I wanted to write about football, not play it. I never kicked a ball again. I did freelance journalism for a while, but now run a small pub-quiz business. If only I didn't sh*t it....or got embarrassed by a bad game. Do you have any embarrassing sporting memories? You sounded like you had potential mate, but maybe lacked a but of self belief? If you could do it all again, would you change your mind? |
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Post by angusscrimm on Apr 15, 2020 22:50:12 GMT
I guess it would have been exciting, but that's a tough one. I would have created a different path, I wouldn't have the friends I have now and possibly not the awesome woman that COVID-19 is keeping me from lol.
I love what I do now, although it feels like a lifetime (some wasted, some fruitful) getting there. And I'm happy with my circle of friends. Mind you, it's a modest earning.
Is the grass always greener on the other side? I don't know.
It is what is, we'll never know anything other than the cards we have.
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Post by Steve on Jul 22, 2020 17:27:10 GMT
I guess it would have been exciting, but that's a tough one. I would have created a different path, I wouldn't have the friends I have now and possibly not the awesome woman that COVID-19 is keeping me from lol. I love what I do now, although it feels like a lifetime (some wasted, some fruitful) getting there. And I'm happy with my circle of friends. Mind you, it's a modest earning. Is the grass always greener on the other side? I don't know. It is what is, we'll never know anything other than the cards we have. Fair play mate. |
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Post by NathanH on Jul 22, 2020 19:57:20 GMT
When I was at primary school, I amazingly was on the school cricket team which involved playing matches against other local schools. This was the only time they ever happened for anything at either primary or secondary school.
At one of these matches, when it was my turn to bat instead of hitting the ball I managed to catch the ball between my legs! The chances of that happening are very low but I can't remember what happened next whether I got another turn or it was counted as an out, etc. I lack on my knowledge of sporting terms!
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Post by waywardgenius on Sept 3, 2020 20:47:11 GMT
During the school summer holidays when I was about 12, a few friends and I decided to play a game of cricket. When I was batting I swung at a medium-paced ball, completely missed it, and the ball bounced and struck me firmly on my plums. Hilarious to all my mates, but I thought the sky had fallen on me. All I can say is Thank Goodness we were only playing with a tennis ball, and not with a proper cricket ball...
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Post by Frank on Sept 4, 2020 22:20:32 GMT
I avoided sports like the plague. My anxiety would trigger whenever it was time for phys ed in school. However, in high school my friend and I got wise. Students were afforded the option to choose either competitive or recreational. Now, normally we'd be stuck with all the jocks and assholes (sorry, but I was a nerd and that's how they were toward us). We chose recreational. All the jocks went competitive while my buddy and I were the only two guys surrounded by all these cute girls. I actually met this really beautiful girl and we really hit it off. But nothing came of it. The entire semester or whatever it was. Fail. That's my embarrassing sport memory. Even when the odds were in my favor I couldn't get lucky.
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Post by Lord Fickle on Sept 4, 2020 22:58:55 GMT
I just hated sport at school. HATED it, and would try to escape the torturous humiliation of not being any good at anything, at all costs. I was always the last one picked for the teams, and the only goal I've ever scored in football (soccer to our American friends) was an own goal as I'd forgotten we'd switched ends at half time! Swimming was another dread, as I couldn't swim (and still can't!), so I used to pretend I had a verruca so I didn't have to go in the pool. On the way home, I would wet my hair, trunks and towel so it wouldn't look like I'd skipped it when I got home, but I'm pretty sure my secret was known, even though I was never confronted over it. I was actually so useless at rugby that me and another boy got sent to play netball with the girls instead, which was actually far more enjoyable! Never had any interest in any sport since, but I can be persuaded to watch the occasional snooker match on TV, and used to enjoy a bit of tennis in the summer. New balls, please!
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Post by Frank on Sept 4, 2020 23:27:52 GMT
Never had any interest in any sport since, but I can be persuaded to watch the occasional snooker match on TV, and used to enjoy a bit of tennis in the summer. New balls, please! At least you can be convinced to watch games on TV. It doesn't matter the sport, I'd rather get a rectal exam. Perhaps my negative experiences in P.E. are to blame. |
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