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Saturday 2nd December 2017 – I’VE JUST SEEN …

… the strangest game of football that I’ve seen for quite some considerable time.

US Granville were playing against AS Vitré in round 8 of the Coupe de France and, to be honest, I don’t think that I’ve ever seen them play so badly. For the first 75 minutes they were pretty much clueless – aimless balls out of defence and going nowhere.

But by this time, they were, quite unbelievably, 2-0 in front. One was an AS Vitré backpass that went horribly wrong, intercepted by the Granville n°7 whose initial shot was blocked but for whom the reboud fell nicely. The second goal was one of these quick breaks down the wing and a perfect cross into the centre – just like we had the other week.

And Granville could have had a third too – another hopeless backpass intercepted by the Granville n°9 but whose shot was cleared off the line.

However, after 75 minutes, someone found the US Granville team “on” switch, and the team roared into life. And it was during this period of ascendency that AS Vitré scored a consolation goal – a hesitant Granville defence failing to deal with a high ball into the penalty area.

There was the biggest crowd that I’ve seen there – 971 people, and Vitré had bought piles of flags and an orchestra with them.

Final word on the game must go to Jim Finks, one-time manager of the New Orleans Saints who once famously said “We’re not allowed to comment on the lousy officiating”.

Despite having something of a late night, I’d had a really good sleep. I’d been on my travels too, working on the roof of a house being ably assisted by some girl. There was something of a party afterwards and I’d arranged to go with this girl – who I didn’t really like as much as that. But there was another girl who had been wistfully xwatching me working and who apparently would have come with me at the drop of a hat. But my life is full of missed opportunities like that.

After breakfast I had to wait for my medication to work, which took longer than usual today. And then I went to the shops. LIDL came up with nothing special, but there were quite a few bits and pieces of thinks in NOZ, including some packs of alcohol-free beer at €1:50 for 6 – just the thing for Christmas.

Leclerc finally had a ceramic frying pan in stock to match my wok. But still no small saucepan.

This afternoon, I carried on with my photos and then went out to the football. And I seem to have managed the walk a lot better today, especially as the wind has dropped. On the way back I took a diversion – the fitbit was showing 97% of my day’s target by the time I returned so I went around the block until I met the 100%.

tea was baked potato and beans, and now I’m going to have an early night. It’s Sunday tomorrow, and so there’s a lie-in.

Sunday 7th October 2012 – WHAT HAPPENED TO …

… Sunday morning?

Well, to be honest, I worked through much of it, but from the wrong end.

03:34 when I finished what I was doing last night.

I was a little wrong with my estimate of what time it was when I woke up. I reckoned about 10:40 – it was in fact … errrr … 12:41.

I must have been really tired and even though this is what Sundays are for, I still felt bad about having missed the morning.

I was having a lovely dream though – I was driving a minibus through some forests on a main road through some mountains and explaining to the passengers that these were the Bluegrass areas of Kentucky (work that one out). We were being chased – not in a threatening way – by two cars, one of which was an old metallic mid-blue Peugeot 403 estate, and they overtook us on a sharp right-hand bend, crossing well over the solid white line in the centre of the road, which was divided into one lane for vehicles going my way, and the other way had two lanes coming towards me. This bit – the overtaking – I was watching from the air – maybe 500 feet up. Strangely, we were all driving on the left-hand side of the road as in the UK, so I dunno what all of that might be telling me.

After that, I had just enough time to grab something to eat and then off to Cellule, near Riom, to watch the football.

fcpsh fc pionsat st hilaire football as cellule puy de dome franceBut I shan’t be saying anything about the football in this column this evening.

As Ron Atkinson once said, “I never comment on referees and I’m not going to break the habit of a lifetime for that prat”.

Or as Jim Finks, manager of the New Orleans Saints once said, after a match against the St Louis Cardinals in 1986, “I’m not allowed to comment on the lousy officiating”.

We’ll just leave it at that.

But there’s a fruit stall at the side of the road just outside Combronde and I noticed that it was having a sale of apples. I’m getting low on them and so a 3kg bag of Red Gala apples for €2:50 seemed like a bargain, especially as the way fruit prices are at the moment.

So that’s Sunday dealt with. Monday is another day.