Post by hendo on May 7, 2020 10:34:56 GMT
SPECTATORS
There's every chance that our first opportunity to watch football again will be on TV with the matches played in empty stadiums, which highlights for me the importance of crowd participation. What’s more, for a small lower-league club such as ours, a spectator’s presence at the ground can directly affect the outcome.
This is not merely a matter of vocal encouragement; it’s about the game-changing impact of returning the ball from behind the barriers.
Logically, depending on the time taken to retrieve it, and the accuracy of the return, the players will have moved to different positions on the field, which must make a change to the ensuing play.
On the basis of my own canny distribution from behind the hoardings just outside the penalty area, I’m claiming at least three goal-assists this season.
Usually nowadays, the ball is the only thing thrown onto the pitch, unlike in the past when toilet rolls weren’t rationed and were liberally scattered whilst, meanwhile, Chelsea fans bizarrely felt the need to chuck celery.
Sneering at mere cheap veg spreading, affluent Swiss tax dodgers from Young Boys of Bern heave complete games consoles onto the turf instead, in protest at their clubs’ excessive investment in electronic sports.
In America, Penn State fans throw slices of toast. The reason? Alcohol was banned from Franklin Field so, unable to raise a cheery glass to 'toast' their team, the fans settled for wordplay.
..They really do deserve Trump.
When New Hampshire ice hockey team scores its first goal, a fish is thrown onto the ice, but that’s nothing compared to the Detroit Red Wings supporters who lob a confused octopus onto the rink; the eight legs representing the number of matches needed to win the Stanley Cup.
Shunning piscine or any projectiles and showing immense style, the fans of German fourth division side FC Magdeburg, successfully ended their goal drought by bringing thirty large fluorescent arrows to the ground to show their team the way to the goal.
My favourite spectator moment, however, was at HFS Loans League team Congleton who, in 1993, were holding a minute's silence before the match to mourn the death of the club's oldest fan, 85-year-old former ambulance driver Fred Cope. Thirty seconds into the tribute, to everyone’s surprise, Fred walked into the ground. Seamlessly the Tannoy operator broke the respectful silence to announce that the service was for Bobby Moore.
There's every chance that our first opportunity to watch football again will be on TV with the matches played in empty stadiums, which highlights for me the importance of crowd participation. What’s more, for a small lower-league club such as ours, a spectator’s presence at the ground can directly affect the outcome.
This is not merely a matter of vocal encouragement; it’s about the game-changing impact of returning the ball from behind the barriers.
Logically, depending on the time taken to retrieve it, and the accuracy of the return, the players will have moved to different positions on the field, which must make a change to the ensuing play.
On the basis of my own canny distribution from behind the hoardings just outside the penalty area, I’m claiming at least three goal-assists this season.
Usually nowadays, the ball is the only thing thrown onto the pitch, unlike in the past when toilet rolls weren’t rationed and were liberally scattered whilst, meanwhile, Chelsea fans bizarrely felt the need to chuck celery.
Sneering at mere cheap veg spreading, affluent Swiss tax dodgers from Young Boys of Bern heave complete games consoles onto the turf instead, in protest at their clubs’ excessive investment in electronic sports.
In America, Penn State fans throw slices of toast. The reason? Alcohol was banned from Franklin Field so, unable to raise a cheery glass to 'toast' their team, the fans settled for wordplay.
..They really do deserve Trump.
When New Hampshire ice hockey team scores its first goal, a fish is thrown onto the ice, but that’s nothing compared to the Detroit Red Wings supporters who lob a confused octopus onto the rink; the eight legs representing the number of matches needed to win the Stanley Cup.
Shunning piscine or any projectiles and showing immense style, the fans of German fourth division side FC Magdeburg, successfully ended their goal drought by bringing thirty large fluorescent arrows to the ground to show their team the way to the goal.
My favourite spectator moment, however, was at HFS Loans League team Congleton who, in 1993, were holding a minute's silence before the match to mourn the death of the club's oldest fan, 85-year-old former ambulance driver Fred Cope. Thirty seconds into the tribute, to everyone’s surprise, Fred walked into the ground. Seamlessly the Tannoy operator broke the respectful silence to announce that the service was for Bobby Moore.