The wrong colour tickets

The wrong colour tickets

I got an email from Ticketmaster late last week stating that:

Unfortunately due to a ticket printing error we will need to issue you with replacement tickets for the Republic of Ireland -V- Serbia game. Tickets which have been issued to you were printed using Ticketmaster ticket stock which is Blue in colour. For this event the FAI wish to use their own ticket stock which is green in colour.

Were they really going to re-print a load of new tickets with the exact same details because of the colour?! Wtf? In an age where they’re trying to convince us of the Power of One and to check our Carbon Count Number, this type of thing just makes me more convinced of the fact that they’re clueless.

Friday Photo – Footie

Rory's Penalty

I’ve been playing football with the guys from my old job for god knows how long. The game used to be played on Sundays at lunch but we got a slot on Fridays a couple of years ago. It’s a highlight in my week and I’ll be back for the first time in three weeks tonight. Game on.

Oh United we love you

Scholes
United reached the Champions League final last night with a 1-0 home win over Barcelona. It was an edgy game with Barca having the majority of the possession but Scholes stepped up with a fantastic hit from 25 yards. Was watching it down the Ball Alley with the lads and it was sheer joy when the final whistle went. Still on a high this morning. Tonight’s game between Liverpool and Chelsea will decide who we meet in Moscow next month. I’d prefer Liverpool as I believe it’d be a better game.

There was a great Nike ad on before the game as well. It’s quite funny. Available here

The Flowers of Manchester

Fifty years on, United remembers.

One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English football, the Flowers of Manchester.

Matt Busby’s boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade.
The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captian Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.

The third time down the runway, disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose.
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned,
And eight of that team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.

Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England’s side,
And Ireland’s Billy Whelan and England’s Geoff Bent died.
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.

Big Duncan, he went too, with an injury to his brain,
And Ireland’s brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again.
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of this team,
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.

The trainer, coach and secretary and a member of the crew,
Eight great sporting journalists who with United flew,
And one of them was Big Swifty who we will ne’er forget,
The finest English keeper that ever graced a net.

Oh England’s finest football team it’s record truly great,
It’s proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate,
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English Football, the Flowers of Manchester.