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Dan Walker | 07:53 UK time, Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Greetings earthlings! I have just been for a jog, which reminded me that my level of fitness is quite horrendous at the moment and that after three months suffering from a sore ligament it might be a little while before I return to the peak of my powers.

When my sister-in-law Anna opened the front door on my arrival back at Chateaux Walker she was almost embarrassed to mention the comical redness of my face.

I had another gentle reminder of my poor lung capacity last week when we played the first game of office five-a-side this season. I ran around like a baboon for about one minute and 20 seconds then spent the rest of the hour restricted to an occasional sprint which was followed by me having to stand quietly in the corner waiting for my heart-rate to drop below 300 beats-per-minute.

Thankfully my task on Football Focus last week required no running whatsoever - just a gentle swinging of the leg.

I was sent to Wolverhampton, along with producer Andy Fraser, to re-enact the great free kick scored by David Jones on the opening day of the Premier League season against Stoke. You can see the piece here...

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Dan catches up with Wolves pair David Jones and Karl Henry and attempts to recreate the free-kick they scored against Stoke


He doesn't claim it was an original - Matthew Le Tissier is one of many who've perfected the 'flick and whack' in the past - but Mr Jones's effort was particularly smooth. Karl Henry also turned up because he is the man responsible for the all important 50cm roll-back for Jones to flick.

There are some footballers who would rival Mariah Carey in the diva stakes but these two could not have been nicer during the half-hour Andy and I spent with them and Wolves could not have been more accommodating - there was even a cup of tea and a plate full of biscuits available at the end of it!

Part of the reason we stayed out there so long was because Jones wanted to score the perfect free-kick and Henry wanted to hammer the crossbar. David had about 15 goes - five went in, three hit the woodwork and only one went over the fence at the back. Karl, meanwhile, confirmed what I have always thought - sometimes even professionals are just like kids and prefer whacking the crossbar to scoring a goal.

Eventually the time came for me to have a go. "Make sure that pass back is perfect," I said before asking Jones for some last-minute advice.

"Don't try and hit it too hard," he said. "Smooth and gentle is the key, just feel like you are stroking it into the net."

I tried a few looseners before feeling like I had the range and, with David's advice running through my brain, I assumed the position, eyed the target and waited for the ball to arrive. The delivery was perfect, the flick likewise, but unfortunately I tried to hit it hard enough to reach Russia and the ball sailed off left of the goal, prompting sniggers from both players.

From that point on things got decidedly better. I had 11 attempts (I can only remember eight and must have blanked the other three out!), 10 of which were recorded on camera and I hit the crossbar once, with two finishing in the back of the onion bag.

You can see all 10 of them here...

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Dan needs 10 attempts before he manages to recreate that free-kick!


After filming from every possible angle we thanked the boys and let them head back for Mick McCarthy's end of training chat.

On the drive home I felt a little miffed by the memory of that first, terrible pulled effort and it got me thinking about my worst sporting moments - moments when you want to deliver the goods but end up failing miserably.

Regular readers might remember that last season I asked you for 'Your Greatest Sporting Moments' in one of these blogs. This week let me encourage you to share your most embarrassing, the moments you always leave out when boasting to friends about your sporting prowess.

My worst moment came on the tennis court at the age of 12. I was playing in the semi-final of the Sussex County Cup in Brighton, after one of the greatest games of my life in the quarters when I beat the top seed, who was so posh he had a tennis court in his back garden.

Sadly, in the last four my game deserted me entirely and I was demolished in less than half an hour, a 6-0 6-0 humiliation. To make matters worse I saw his mum laughing when I double faulted to gift him the first set and when we went to tell the tournament organiser the result, he thought I must have pulled out injured because it was over so quickly.

So that's me, feel free to get yours off your chest... however painful.

Don't forget we have an early start this week because of the Formula One. We kick off at 11.30 and are only on for half an hour, but there's still plenty packed into the show. Former England manager and current Bradford boss Peter Taylor will be alongside Mark Lawrenson, so if you have any questions for the guys get in touch via football@bbc.co.uk or on twitter at twitter.com/danwalkerbbc.

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  • Comment number 1.

    Morning Dan. Quality blog as always. I guess at least you managed to score a couple of the free kicks, which I have to applaud!

    All the best
    Juan Pablo Montoya

  • Comment number 2.

    6-0 6-0? Nothing compared to my similar one. Got woken up to make up the numbers in a round robin tennis tournament. Ten minutes later was at the court and then managed to lose my matches 6-0, 6-0, 6-1, 6-0 3-0. I think that that was the moment that I realised that I wasn't destined for greatness...

  • Comment number 3.

    Part of the reason we stayed out there so long was because Jones wanted to score the perfect free-kick and Henry wanted to hammer the crossbar. David had about 15 goes - five went in, three hit the woodwork and only one went over the fence at the back. Karl, meanwhile, confirmed what I have always thought - sometimes even professionals are just like kids and prefer whacking the crossbar to scoring a goal. [Unsuitable/Broken URL removed by Moderator]

  • Comment number 4.

    I have an office match tonight! Def trying this free kick!

  • Comment number 5.

    Mr Walker

    I had a sore/strained ligament in my knee when I was about 30, training for Paris marathon. I thought that resting it would do it good, but I found that 6 weeks of rest did no good.

    What sorted it was a week's walking on the Isle of Skye in serious winter walking boots with some snow up top, but mostly rock down below. Great knee support, no pounding of roads, it built up the strength again from a low base.

    When I got back, I went for a quick jog to decide whether to run in Paris or not, did 7 miles and was fine.

    So you might want to take well supported general exercise rather than just rest if you want your knee to recover...........

  • Comment number 6.

    The first man I remember doing this was John Sheridan for Sheff Wed in 1990 against Luton Town away.

  • Comment number 7.

    Excellent blog as ever Dan. What's with the lime green boots? It just adds to the pressure to perform when you've got boots making you look good! Stick with the safe black option and nobody will ever expect you to be better than you are!

    My most embarrassing moment was on my debut between the sticks for my local U18 side when I was just 15. It was our goal kick, my first touch of the ball, when the manager shouts to me "roll it out wide". So with the ball primed on the 6 yard box I run up, pick up the ball and roll it with my hands to the full back. Needless to say that he looked quite bemused, as did everyone else in the vicinity and the ref didn't think there was a rule to deal with what happens. We got another goal kick which I remembered to kick this time. To this day I couldn't tell you what was going through my head.

  • Comment number 8.

    Good blog Sir Dan of Walker! Akways good to know FF remembers little places like our Wolverhampton!

    My most embarrassing sporting moment was in PE, aged 16 playing football. Open goal, 6 yards out, school hottie looking on and I completely fluffed it. Shamed. Needless to say I wasn't picked for the school in the county cup :( So never mind the 'flick and whack', I'm yet to perfect the side footed pass into the net!

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 9.

    Good blog Sir Dan of Walker! Always good to know FF remembers little places like our Wolverhampton!

    My most embarrassing sporting moment was in PE, aged 16 playing football. Open goal, 6 yards out, school hottie looking on and I completely fluffed it. Shamed. Needless to say I wasn't picked for the school in the county cup :( So never mind the 'flick and whack', I'm yet to perfect the side footed pass into the net!

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 10.

    Good blog! Always good to know FF remembers little places like our Wolverhampton!

    My most embarrassing sporting moment was in PE, aged 16 playing football. Open goal, 6 yards out, school hottie looking on and I completely fluffed it. Shamed. Needless to say I wasn't picked for the school in the county cup :( So never mind the 'flick and whack', I'm yet to perfect the side footed pass into the net!

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 11.

    Good blog! Always good to know FF remembers little places like our Wolverhampton!

    My most embarrassing sporting moment was in PE, aged 16 playing football. Open goal, 6 yards out, school hottie looking on and I completely fluffed it. Needless to say I wasn't picked for the school in the county cup :( So never mind the 'flick and whack', I'm yet to perfect the side footed pass into the net!

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 12.

    Good blog! Always good to know FF remembers little places like our Wolverhampton!

    My most embarrassing moment was in PE, aged 16 playing football. Open goal, 6 yards out, school hottie looking on and I completely fluffed it. Needless to say I wasn't picked for the school in the county cup :( So never mind the 'flick and whack', I'm yet to perfect the side footed pass into the net!

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 13.

    Who's that sat all by themselves on the benches in the background?! You can see them at about 1:25 in the video.

    My worst sporting moment must have been in a school league football match. I was chasing a striker back into the box when he suddenly stopped. I failed to react in time so red card, penalty and then goal to them. Embarrassing.

  • Comment number 14.

    My story is actually Wolves related. I played a few games in goal for the Under 15's about 15 years ago - my claim to fame, especially with it being the team I support. My first game was against the Villa. During the warm up, our coach Colin Gordon (ex-Blues) gave me a bit of warm up and I was pulling off ridiculous saves including one from a penalty that drew a round of applause.

    Confidence riding high, I received a back pass about 5 minutes in which took a horrific bobble as I went to launch it. The ball hit my shin, span up in the air and the smallest urchin striker in the world leapt like a salmon and won the ball with his head ahead of my out-stretched arms and then tapped it in.

    I only played 3 more games after that but like you Dan, I can still say I pulled on the proper Wolves kit. ;-)

  • Comment number 15.

    My story is actually Wolves related. I played a few games in goal for the Under 15's about 15 years ago - my claim to fame, especially with it being the team I support. My first game was against the Villa. During the warm up, our coach Colin Gordon (ex-Blues) gave me a bit of warm up and I was pulling off ridiculous saves including one from a penalty that drew a round of applause.

    Confidence riding high, I received a back pass about 5 minutes in which took a horrific bobble as I went to launch it. The ball hit my shin, span up in the air and the smallest urchin striker in the world leapt like a salmon and won the ball with his head ahead of my out-stretched arms and then tapped it in.

    I only played 3 more games after that but like you Dan, I can still say I pulled on the proper Wolves kit. ;-)

  • Comment number 16.

    My worst/funniest memory was playing kwik-cricket with one of those mini wooden tennis-raquet shaped bats at primary school, aged 10.
    I managed to swing so hard (or so badly) that I ended up clobbering myself on the side of the head on my follow-through! By the time I had run around the other wicket and got back to where I was batting, the teacher and half the class were doubled over with laughter!

  • Comment number 17.

    Apologies for the double post - I fail to see how I did that though...

  • Comment number 18.

    This comment was removed because the moderators found it broke the house rules. Explain.

  • Comment number 19.

    Dan...perhaps you should take a few tips from Mr.Wenger's arrival at Arsenal in how he prolonged the playing careers of more 'senior' players by taking a long hard look at their diet...cutting down on the sweeties and biccies for instance ;)?

    Maybe you could use your 'sore ligament' as an excuse to visit Gary Lewin (England Physio) to do an in-depth report on footie focus regarding best ways to treat it and come back from similar types of injuries?..bit of free treatment thrown in ;) I've often wondered how much damage amateur footballers do to themselves long term playing through injuries they think minor but keep pro's out for weeks and months.

    As for embarrasing moments - not mine alas - but none can beat David Beckham kicking the turf and sending his penalty in Euro'04 skywards v Portugal, or John Terry's slip in the rain taking his in Moscow! Nice free-kick by the way - you should get the team to edit it together with your superb volley, add a bit more and send it to Fergie. He might sign you up as he did with Bebe without seeing him in the flesh?

    Steve Bull

  • Comment number 20.

    Mine has to be when I was 13. We had a big end of year soccer (yes,i'm irish) tournament as a way of killing days before the summer holidays. My class had reached the semi-finals, aganst all odds, and had just brought the favourites to penalties. (You can probably tell where this is going already)

    Sudden deatyh, I need to score to keep us in it. I went for the power instead of placement and slipped in my run up. Quite similar to Beckham against Turkey, or any of the Anderlecht penalties from last night.


    I was still being reminded of it when I graduated from school five years later...

  • Comment number 21.

    18 years old, at school, in a boys vs. girls charity netball match. We had done about 30 mins of netball practice in lunchbreak to pick up the rules and were playing the girls 6th form team. About 150 boys and the remainder of the 6th form girls lined up around the court. Whistle goes, after four seconds me and a blonde called Nikki go for the same ball. She leaves me sprawling on the ground, cut knee, to the most resounding chorus of "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"" (that noise that only schoolboys can do) I've ever heard. We went on to win, but I never recovered.

    On a team level, we went to the girls school the next week to play their netball team. Full of confidence, we were subsequently destroyed, embarrassed and humiliated, but this time in front of over 200 girls of all ages. I don't think I've ever quite got over that.

  • Comment number 22.

    Cheers Dan.

    Mine came 12 months ago. Looking forward to the new season, I had managed to get a ticket for the Arsenal game, unfortunately to go on my own as there were no other takers. That morning I had a match for my new team, and announced I could only play the 1st half due to the upcoming match. We went in 2-2, me having scored two of the finest goals I have ever managed, one like the Paolo Di Canio effort of 2000.

    I left at half time, we ended up getting beat 4-2. Arsenal beat my team 6-1 on the opening day and I was soaked through walking home as the heavens decided to open despite at 1pm it promising to be a glorious day, prompting me to wear t-shirt and shorts.

    Please see my remark last week, can we have the Lawro league table, to see how his predictions fair throughout the 38 game season?

    Egil Ostenstad

  • Comment number 23.

    I got called up to trial for Surrey Cricket Clubback when I was about 14 or 15, after knocking a few centuries throughout the club season and performing well confidence (or childish arrogance as it probably should be referred to) was high.

    I settled down in the nets to face the first ball of my soon to blossom professional cricketing career. It bounced slightly higher than first thought and although I managed to get the full face of the bat to ball, I stepped back onto the stumps... surely the most embarrassing way to get out, even in the nets.

    Second ball... I remember thinking "I'll show them" again the ball pinged off the indoor flooring, I attempted an almighty hook that would have sent the ball sailing over the ropes at Lords, only for the ball to clip the edge of the bat before coming to rest on my nose, breaking it, and my cheekbone.

    Probably not my greatest achievement in sport. I'll never forget looking down at my bloodied whites whilst getting carried to hospital.

  • Comment number 24.

    This season has been totally hectic already! Bale scored what is talked about as being possible goal of the season within the first week, and this free kick was brilliantly cheeky!

    I'm glad to know Mick was the man behind it. Not only is he a genuine guy.. he can come up with special free kicks AND smell around corners!

    My best moment is scoring from a corner (as practised throughout the season in training) to steal the win in the dying minutes. We didn't get relegated that season!

    Cheers Dan!

  • Comment number 25.

    My best / worst sporting moment? Playing for the mighty North Wirral Churches FC. Receiving a through ball from the great DW, storming down the left wing, looking up to see my team mate ready for a left footed cross and ...
    then I sank my foot so deep in to the sodden turf that I fell over, leaving my foot stuck in the ground and injuring myself in the process!! My "concerned" team mates fell about laughing, leaving me red faced and about to be substituted!
    Come on Dan - you know it is the finest moment you have ever witnessed!

  • Comment number 26.

    Worst sporting memory in my living memory was playing in a rounders tournament. I was hitting the ball great in practise, hitting it long and high, and in whatever direction I wanted. I even did a bit of bowling in practise and was doing great.

    First game, somehow managed to get the bowling equivalent of the yips and couldn't do it to save my life. Ended up being barracked by the opposition for time-wasting and moved to 2nd base. Batting... couldn't hit the ball to save my life either as in trying to make up for my appalling bowling performance, I then tried to leather the ball everytime forgetting the mantra of keeping your eye on the ball!

    In the final I did manage a home run after failing to hit the ball for the umpteenth time by running as hard as I could with the fielders not knowing which base to throw to.

    Eric Bristow

  • Comment number 27.

    Great blog as always Dan.

    I have many embarrassing and memorable sporting moments, and many of them have left quite a trail of destruction behind them.

    One of the most memorable was back in the early 90's. I was a well-built 12yr old kid, famous round the schoolyard for his "feats of strength" (or "picking stuff up and lobbing it", as it should probably be known). My younger brother and I were really in to our cricket, and had just signed up to the youth team at the local club.

    Our parents had this mini field outside their house, and we were always on there playing cricket. You know the score, stumps drawn onto the side of the house with chalk, assorted tree's acting as fielders. Luckily, there was a tree exactly 22yds from the side of my parents house which acted brilliantly as the other set of stumps.

    However, there was a pavement running right in front of the batsman on a good length. It never caused us a problem before, but then we never actually realised that it COULD cause a problem in the future.

    One day, i was batting and carving it to all parts. My brother is the most stroppy kid on the planet (even now at 28!), and he hated being given a bit of tap. So he purposely rammed a delivery into the pavement. The ball spat up towards my face at a rate of knots. But not being one for intimidation tactics, I promptly unleashed the most violent hook shot you've ever seen. The ball sailed right out of the screws, and flew like an exocet missile straight towards this house at "square leg". The ball completely obliterated the lounge window of the house. We picked everything up and ran as fast as our legs could carry us.

    High on adrenalin, and sniggering quite childishly, we settled down in front of the telly for some Transformers action. Until 5 minutes later there was an almighty bang at the door. My mum answered it, and almost instantly i could see her face fill with rage. It turned out that the guy who lived in that house was a copper. It also turned out that the ball not only flew through the window, but also hit his dog on the head and knocked him clean out.

    Faced with the window repair bill, the vet bills, and the shame of it all, my mum promptly grounded me for a whole month, and i went without pocket money for 3 months.

    Sean Dundee.

  • Comment number 28.

    Playing for Upwell 2nds in the West Norfolk Sunday Cricket League match we once managed to lose a one-day game by over 270 runs.

    Batting second, we amassed the outstanding score of 6 runs in our entire innings, including 9 ducks (3 Golden) and 4 extras.

    I believe the opening bowler for Runcton Holme, who finished with figures of 7-2, was quoted in the local papers as uncharitably saying “well, the pitch was the same for our innings as it was for theirs’.

    I think our record must be one of the heaviest defeats/lowest scores ever?

  • Comment number 29.

    Top blog, Dan.

    I have many embarrassing and memorable sporting moments, and many of them have left quite a trail of destruction behind them.

    One of the most memorable was back in the early 90's. I was a well-built 12yr old kid, famous round the schoolyard for his "feats of strength" (or "picking stuff up and lobbing it", as it should probably be known). My younger brother and I were really in to our cricket, and had just signed up to the youth team at the local club.

    Our parents had this mini field outside their house, and we were always on there playing cricket. You know the score, stumps drawn onto the side of the house with chalk, assorted tree's acting as fielders. Luckily, there was a tree exactly 22yds from the side of my parents house which acted brilliantly as the other set of stumps.

    However, there was a pavement running right in front of the batsman on a good length. It never caused us a problem before, but then we never actually realised that it COULD cause a problem in the future.

    One day, i was batting and carving it to all parts. My brother is the most stroppy kid on the planet (even now at 28!), and he hated being given a bit of tap. So he purposely rammed a delivery into the pavement. The ball spat up towards my face at a rate of knots. But not being one for intimidation tactics, I promptly unleashed the most violent hook shot you've ever seen. The ball sailed right out of the screws, and flew like an exocet missile straight towards this house at "square leg". The ball completely obliterated the lounge window of the house. We picked everything up and ran as fast as our legs could carry us.

    High on adrenalin, and sniggering quite childishly, we settled down in front of the telly for some Transformers action. Until 5 minutes later there was an almighty bang at the door. My mum answered it, and almost instantly i could see her face fill with rage. It turned out that the guy who lived in that house was a copper. It also turned out that the ball not only flew through the window, but also hit his dog on the head and knocked him clean out.

    Faced with the window repair bill, the vet bills, and the shame of it all, my mum promptly grounded me for a whole month, and i went without pocket money for 3 months.

    Sean Dundee.

  • Comment number 30.

    I have many embarrassing and memorable sporting moments, and many of them have left quite a trail of destruction behind them.

    One of the most memorable was back in the early 90's. I was a well-built 12yr old kid, famous round the schoolyard for his "feats of strength" (or "picking stuff up and lobbing it", as it should probably be known). My younger brother and I were really in to our cricket, and had just signed up to the youth team at the local club.

    Our parents had this mini field outside their house, and we were always on there playing cricket. You know the score, stumps drawn onto the side of the house with chalk, assorted tree's acting as fielders. Luckily, there was a tree exactly 22yds from the side of my parents house which acted brilliantly as the other set of stumps.

    However, there was a pavement running right in front of the batsman on a good length. It never caused us a problem before, but then we never actually realised that it COULD cause a problem in the future.

    One day, i was batting and carving it to all parts. My brother is the most stroppy kid on the planet (even now at 28!), and he hated being given a bit of tap. So he purposely rammed a delivery into the pavement. The ball spat up towards my face at a rate of knots. But not being one for intimidation tactics, I promptly unleashed the most violent hook shot you've ever seen. The ball sailed right out of the screws, and flew like an exocet missile straight towards this house at "square leg". The ball completely obliterated the lounge window of the house. We picked everything up and ran as fast as our legs could carry us.

    High on adrenalin, and sniggering quite childishly, we settled down in front of the telly for some Transformers action. Until 5 minutes later there was an almighty bang at the door. My mum answered it, and almost instantly i could see her face fill with rage. It turned out that the guy who lived in that house was a copper. It also turned out that the ball not only flew through the window, but also hit his dog on the head and knocked him clean out.

    Faced with the window repair bill, the vet bills, and the shame of it all, my mum promptly grounded me for a whole month, and i went without pocket money for 3 months.

    Sean Dundee.

  • Comment number 31.

    Sorry about the multiple posts guys!!! My laptop went a bit haywire!

  • Comment number 32.

    Morning Dan,
    How come you could never do this when you where playing Sheffield Uni 3rds??? Actually your first effort was more like what I remember from your midfield generalness!
    Keep up the good work!
    Cheers, Picky (the cat!)

  • Comment number 33.

    Why do the new breed of BBC presenters, of a certain age and inexperience, invariably try to talk with their hands and fingers?
    Italians they ain't...

  • Comment number 34.

    #27, 29, and 30!

    Quality story... don't think its your laptop, when I posted earlier it said I was repeating comment 1?! I think the gremlins have crept in. Don't give them water remember.

  • Comment number 35.

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  • Comment number 36.

    Love the blog Dan, glad to have you back for the new season!

    My most embarrasing moment was in a school match. I was defending a corner at the near post, and the ball came straight towards me. Now, rather than choose the sensible option and head it away, I thought a far better option would be to catch the ball. You might think that doesn't sound too bad, but no, I wasn't the goalie! Needless to say I was not the most popular player at that point.

    Alf-Inge Haaland.

  • Comment number 37.

    Worst sporting moment.........

    .....has to be a few months ago at the end of the football season. Being a rugby player then I concentrate primarily on this and play regularly on a SAturday afternoon followed by the customary team bonding beers. After a particularly successful afternoon on the pitch I won the dubiously entitled Man Of the Match award, which means I got to compete in the messy pint race against the oppositions "winner".

    Suffice to say, Sunday morning I woke up with a raging hangover and a text message from a mate to say that the our work football team was a player short and could I make up the numbers. Despite my better judgement, 20 minutes later I was somehow kitted up and sent out on the pitch (due to my delicate nature I was sparingly played up front).

    As the referee blew his whistle and the opposition kicked off and rolled the ball back to the waiting midfielder, I was feeling particularly sick. Undeterred, I charged towards the guy in position at full pelt hoping to cut off his passing options. However, for some unknown reason, I had a complete mindblank, just as I was within a few feet, and forgot which sport I was playing. My rugby instincts took over and I barrelled into the poor unsuspecting young lad with my arms wrapped around him in a text book tackle.......on a rugby pitch but sadly not a football one.

    The was a deathly silence as I got to my feet, with even the referee seemingly unsure what to do, then a loud shreik of his whistle and a, well deserved, red card. After apologising a million times to the player and referee I slowly trudged off the field.
    It was the first red card, not only of my career, but also for the club in 12 years of playing.

    Fortunately both the player and referee accepted my explanation and apology after the game and I managed to buy the victim a pint in the pub where I was awarded the MOM - Mug Of the Match award !

  • Comment number 38.

    I remember playing in colts week at my local club aged 17, we played a game against a local side who had a guy who I used to play with at school. He opened both the bowling and the batting for the county and used to like to tell me how much better he was than me. I came into bat and when I was on about 15 he came back on to bowl. He bowled a length ball and I gently caressed the ball for 6 straight back over his head and over the road beyond the boundary. After giving him lots of chat he walked back to his mark and bowled me a bouncer which I decided I'd also dispatch as this game was easy now. Unfortunately I connected and the ball went straight up in the air and gave him a return catch. The mocking at school the next week made me wish I'd have ducked the bouncer and been pleased with my 1 piece of glory

  • Comment number 39.

    Dan

    Top Blog, what biscuits did Wolves produce? I see them as a digestives type of Club.

    Roy Essendoh

  • Comment number 40.

    Dan

    Top Blog, what biscuits did Wolves produce? I see them as a digestives type of Club.

    Roy Essendoh

  • Comment number 41.

    Great blog and vids Dan.

    Andrea Silenzi

  • Comment number 42.

    Apart from a brief mention of biscuits I'm pretty devastated at the lack of culinary discourse in this blog Dan. Must try harder.

    My most embarrassing moment was only a year or so ago playing for our department team: I'd been pushed to centreback for the game due to a lack of defenders (not normally my style), and after about twenty minutes I was put under pressure for the first time with a dangerous long ball looking like it was about to go over my head letting their big man up front in to score. I desperately managed to turn and get back in time to lunge despairingly at the ball... only to make a much more solid connection than I'd been expecting to absolutely leather it into our top corner with the keeper stranded.

    I've never scored a better goal in my life. Shame it was at the wrong end, mind.

  • Comment number 43.

    Don't know why my post was repeated several times, it's like Friends on E4 all over again...

  • Comment number 44.

    #34 SurreyBloke123

    I've got plenty more where that came from mate! :-)

    When I was playing for my University football first team, we went through a bit of a rocky patch. So much so that we, the players, decided we'd conduct our own private training session away from our normal coaches and training facilities.

    We all congregated at a local park, armed with nets, cones, hurdles, the lot. Everything was going well, and we are all putting the effort in. We then decided to warm down with a spot of "passing and shooting" (i.e. hammering the ball at our goalie).

    I been a pretty tough yet quick centre-back throughout my footballing "career", but i've always fancied myself as a bit of a striker. I was hovering about 35yds from goal, when our keeper threw the ball out to me. It bounced just infront of me, and i put every ounce of strength i had into the shot, and blasted it goalwards. I got such a sweet connection that the ball wasn't even spinning in mid-air.

    The ball was flying straight for the top left hand corner at an enormous speed. The keeper didn't even move, and the ball flew straight in. The amazement and sense of pride at what i'd done immediately turned in to panic.

    The ball had gone straight through a rip in the net, and was heading like a tracer bullet towards a kids playground about 20yds behind the goal. This little boy, no more than 3yrs old, was cycling in from the right on his little bike with stabilisers. Ball flying dead straight, kid coming in from the right, there was only going to be one outcome.

    The ball hit the side of his head with such force that it sent him flying off his bike via the medium of "mid-air cartwheel". After a few motionless seconds, he started crying and his mum, after hurling the most obscene abuse at us, picked him up and took him away from "the big bad boys with their ball".

    Even now, 11yrs after the incident, we still talk about it on our reunions!

    Karl-Heinz Riedle

  • Comment number 45.

    Why are people signing off their replies with random sporting names?

  • Comment number 46.

    Dan,

    You called David Jones "James" at 2:04!

  • Comment number 47.

    going on 8 years ago at the grand old age of 20 and having left my old team after 4 years of service I was settling in to my new team having dropped down a couple of divisions to join some friends. A comedy draw from the gods as our second game of the season was a cup tie against my old club!

    Cue 3 weeks of banter building up to it and a certain "david vs goliath" charm warming the locals our lowly Weston & District Division 3 team against the might of last seasons Division 1 Champions plus a recent ex-player....it had all the makings of a cracker.

    89mins in the scores @ 3-3, I'm running through the middle from centre mid, the ball with our right winger, I'm screaming for it to be squared, he does so just beating the keepers outstretched arm as I approach the edge of the 6 yard box and a welcoming open goal, arms aloft I can already read the 15 word article in the back of the Weston Mercury the following Thursday "returns to haunt" making up the headlines...

    Imagine my horror as the ball ricochets from my right leg, against my left and goes out for a throw in! We go out on penalties, and the winger (who had already scored a hat trick) has never passed to me since.

    At the age of 28, and still playing District football, I am still reminded of the events whenever the subject "what was the greatest miss you've ever witnessed?" arises in the Pub.

  • Comment number 48.

    #44

    To be honest, it sounds like you're a bit of a danger to society! ;-)

    Must have been some shot though by the sounds of it.

    Axel Foley

  • Comment number 49.

    HI Dan,

    Have a word wilh Pallister will you. Man U didn't lose 6-3 in the grey kit. They lost 3-1 and then lost 6-3 the following season, in their lovely blue and white number! May not mean a lot to him, but us Saints fans are still proud to be one of only 2 clubs to record 3 succesive Premier League home wins of Man U!!!

    Micky Evans

  • Comment number 50.

    My embarassing moment came when playing for my local cricket team.
    I recorded my best ever figures the previous week (4 overs, one run 3 wickets)
    So after waxing lyrical about my perfomance all week my family and friends decided to come watch me.
    I bowled two overs and conceded 45 runs was pulled from the attack and put in the outfield. How proud of me they werent!!

  • Comment number 51.

    My embarassing moment came when playing for my local cricket team.
    I recorded my best ever figures the previous week (4 overs, one run 3 wickets)
    So after waxing lyrical about my perfomance all week my family and friends decided to come watch me.
    I bowled two overs and conceded 45 runs was pulled from the attack and put in the outfield. How proud of me they werent!!

  • Comment number 52.

    Hi,

    My most embarassing sporting moment was also hilarious. Playing 7-a-side at around 8 or 9 years old we conceded a goal. I was particularly frustrated being the goalie and kicked the post in anger. At which point the entire plastic goal collapsed and took 4 men 10 minutes to put back together! still laugh about it at sunday lunch to this day!

  • Comment number 53.

    Anyone else old enough to remember Coventry City's Willie Carr and Ernie Hunt's free kick routine in the early 70s?

    Ernie Hunt would place the ball between his ankles while facing the goal and flick it up behind him in the air for Willie Carr to volly home.

    I think it was later ruled an offence but they scored at least one First Division goal from it.

  • Comment number 54.

    Embarrassing moments? I was very tall and became the school boxing champion, meaning I had beaten three other kids whose arms were half the length of mine by tapping them repeatedly on the chin. At a major school gala I stepped up, unbeaten, to take on a contender from another school who had been boxing quite a bit longer but, I noticed, had shorter arms than me.
    Right after the bell I was hit on the face harder than I believed was possible. It took a minute before they could stop the fight because they couldn't catch me. The only friend who would meet my eye afterwards said "you were like a windmill being chased round the ring". I announced my retirement from boxing that same day.

  • Comment number 55.

    Embarrassing moments. It's the schools athletics comp, I'm 13, I've entered the pole vault, having never done it before. The pole was a rigid elongated rolling pin, about 2 meters in length, the bar was set at about 3 meters, I took my run up, planted the pole, straddled the bar and landed on it, one leg either side, crushing my nuts, the bar bounced a couple of times then we both came crashing down into the sand pit, with me clutching my cobblers to the accompaniment of loud guffaws from a handfull of spectators/classmates. The Games teacher came rushing over, insisting he should inspect the damage, I won the 100 meters running away from his clammy probing hands.

  • Comment number 56.

    #48

    Haha, not a menace to society mate, just unlucky! I could entertain you all for days about the various incidents that have blighted my sporting "career".

    I've dislocated both my knees at the same time whilst skiing, after pointing and laughing at a classmate who snapped a pole. Egg. On. Face. Big. Style.

    I broke a teachers leg whilst participating in a particularly energetic session of "bum boarding" (sitting on a plastic shovel and hurling yourself down a slope). I still maintain it was his fault for standing in the way with his back to proceedings.

    In a school tennis match, i unleashed a thunderbolt serve that flew straight into the face of the umpire.

    I could go on and on and on mate! haha

  • Comment number 57.

    Another excellent blog as always Dan. My most embarrassing football moment was probably when i was about 16 years of age and was playing in goal for our BB team - 1st Knockloughrim company againt Cookstown company. we lost 11-1 and the majority of their goals were scored by a young lad called Aaron Hughes - yes the Aaron Hughes of Fulham and captain of Northern Ireland - at that time he was on the books at Newcastle Utd. What a player he was back then, at only 16. To make matters worse he was playing in defence as well. At least i can say I played with the guy - even though he scored about 6 past me!!

  • Comment number 58.

    Afternoon.

    I didn’t expect the blog to go up so early and turn up to see we’ve gone comment crazy. I’m going in and I’m going in full throttle!

    Mark (#2) It comes to us all big man – the moment we realise that professional sport is beyond us.

    HCFC (#4) Let us know if you pull it off!

    Rjagger (#5) Your ligament wisdom is very much appreciated.

    Many of you have pointed out some who have tried it in the past DeBilde (#6) who I am guessing is either Belgian or a SWFC fan mentions John Sheridan

    Ralph_ie (#7) Green boots are the future although you are totally right about the ‘safe’ black option.

    Stevedave86 (lots of numbers) must have a computer as dodgy as his right foot. Sounds like you need redemption.

    Greave17 (#13) Well spotted that man. I seem to remember that was some sort of Wolves guest who was having a look around the training ground was pulled in by the green boots of love.

    Red_Rooster (#14) Just like Paul Robinson your career could have been so different if it wasn’t for a bobble.

    The future’s bright, the future’s lilywhite (#16) I wish i’d seen that. Sounds like the sort of incident you don’t forget in a hurry.

    Back in a mo... just need to conquer some lunch.

    Mo Farah

  • Comment number 59.

    Top blog.

    Embarrassing sporting moment - aged 13, had hit my maiden century the week before on a minefield of a pitch, I came out to open the batting against the weakest side in the county on a flatbed wicket. Result? Caught first ball off a military medium nothing bowler. And half the school, including my childhood sweetheart (although I was not her's), were there to witness it.

    Never touched those dizzy heights again!

  • Comment number 60.

    Scored a very dodgey version of this free kick once in a sunday league game when I was 15. My first effort hit the wall, it bounced straight back off the defenders shoulder and came back to me so I just smacked it on the volley, it clipped the underside of the bar near the middle of the goal, the keeper didn't move. Best goal I ever scored. (I was a Right Back)

    Obviously much easier to do it on a training ground or at a sunday league game with about 50 people watching. I think the pressure from the T.V camera's and the 30'000 fans at Molineaux make it near impossible to get it right.

  • Comment number 61.

    My worst sporting moment was playing 5 a side at a local park. The pitch had all these metal fences running round them and I was chasing a ball towards our own net with one of their players right behind me. I got too close to the fence running full pelt, managed to hook the ball back to our keeper but banged my head straight on one of the fence uprights!

    Still remember my mates stood laughing on the subs bench whilst I had a mild concussion =(

    Needless to say it still always gets mentioned now!!

  • Comment number 62.

    My worst sporting moment was playing 5 a side at a local park. The pitch had all these metal fences running round them and I was chasing a ball towards our own net with one of their players right behind me. I got too close to the fence running full pelt, managed to hook the ball back to our keeper but banged my head straight on one of the fence uprights!

    Still remember my mates stood laughing on the subs bench whilst I had a mild concussion =(

  • Comment number 63.

    Back after a cheese sandwich and chocolate cake combo...

    JoC (#19) maybe if I sorted out my diet I would be the world’s greatest sportsman... maybe not!

    Angry prop (#20) that’s the sort of thing that leaves a mark on one’s character. Chin up lad.

    Thom (#21) that’s definitely the winner so far. I can feel your pain.

    Tomefccam (#22) I did mention it to the bosses. We’ve had to despatch someone to go back through them all at the end of the season but that’s not to say it won’t happen. I like the idea.

    Ando (#23) did you get invited back?

    Jonthescouser (#25) Ha – perhaps the best thing I have ever seen on a football pitch. If someone had videoed that bad boy it would be a youtube sensation. It was magical.

    Surreybloke123 (#26) Rounders – game of champions.

    Snowjacuzzi007 (#27) “Faced with the window repair bill, the vet bills, and the shame of it all, my mum promptly grounded me for a whole month, and i went without pocket money for 3 months.” Be honest though – was it all worth it for the perfect hook? I once threaded a free kick through a tiny gap between 2 trees outside our house and smashed a window... my dad thought he was under attack. Made me pay for every penny but still the best free kick I have ever taken.

    Will (#28) wonderfully inept. Being bowled out for 6 is brilliant and 3 golden ducks must be a world record.

    SimonPick (#32) Button it Pick! I look a decent player when I don’t have to run anywhere. As soon as fitness comes into it it’s all over.

    Rob 237 (#33) It’s a means of communication bro... wake up and smell the gesticulation. I like the subtle ‘experience’ dig as well. When I grow up I’m sure I’ll do someone much duller.

    Kings1337 (#36) sometimes you just can’t help yourself though can you.

    Hold on... 2nd break.

    Rupert Bear

  • Comment number 64.

    Well looking back on it, Dan, yeah it was worth it! But at the time i thought i was gonna get put up for adoption! :-)

  • Comment number 65.

    Right... here we go again.

    Some wonderful tales from Arrys_Army (#37), mattyd25 (#38), mgoat (#42), Krysis (#47), Andy Connor (#50), mbirtnell (#52), THFC6061 (#53), Atletico (#54), Michael e (#55), Murphy_Law (#57), dman01 (#59)... in fact they are all good!


    Ecasino27 (#39) I think we are looking a pink wafers – but I might be wrong.

    Red_Rooster (#45) It developed last season and many have joined in. Try it out... it’s very therapeutic.

    Bobby’s Blue & White Army (#46) It did sound a bit off but I was referring to him by his surname.

    SaintStatto (#49) I’ll break it to him gently. I am sure they all blend into one.

    Special prize goes to snowJacuzzi007 for having more embarrassing moments than anyone else. Well done pal.

    Keep them coming.

    Andy Dibble

  • Comment number 66.

    65. At 3:35pm on 25 Aug 2010, Dan Walker wrote:
    Red_Rooster (#45) It developed last season and many have joined in. Try it out... it’s very therapeutic.

    Andy Dibble

    _________________________________________________________________________

    I'm not so sure about that but thanks for answering as I'm not sure if I could have slept tonight.

    Neville Southall.

  • Comment number 67.

    Pegguy Arphexad.

    That is all. :-)

  • Comment number 68.

    Can this please be the start of a 'Phoenix from the FLames' series?

  • Comment number 69.

    45. At 12:39pm on 25 Aug 2010, Red_Rooster wrote:
    Why are people signing off their replies with random sporting names?
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Not just random sporting names. When some genius signed off with the name Clarence J Boddicker, it produced a full on Robocop frenzy followed by nostalgic character names from that era. Slightly off track but it kept me laughing for days

    Snake Plisken

  • Comment number 70.

    45. At 12:39pm on 25 Aug 2010, Red_Rooster wrote:
    Why are people signing off their replies with random sporting names?
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Not just random sporting names. When some genius signed off with the name Clarence J Boddicker, it produced a full on Robocop frenzy followed by nostalgic character names from that era. Slightly off track but it kept me laughing for days

    Snake Plisken

  • Comment number 71.

    45. At 12:39pm on 25 Aug 2010, Red_Rooster wrote:
    Why are people signing off their replies with random sporting names?
    ------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Not just random sporting names. When some genius signed off with the name Clarence J Boddicker, it produced a full on Robocop frenzy followed by nostalgic character names from that era. Slightly off track but it kept me laughing for days

    Snake Plisken

  • Comment number 72.

    First two English schools 100m appearances both false starts in the heats, as you weren't allowed to use blocks, they were on grass not track, and I hadn't sorted out my grass start technique. The second one my parents had driven across the UK to watch.

    Linford Christie

  • Comment number 73.

    71. At 4:08pm on 25 Aug 2010, tomefccam wrote:

    Not just random sporting names. When some genius signed off with the name Clarence J Boddicker, it produced a full on Robocop frenzy followed by nostalgic character names from that era. Slightly off track but it kept me laughing for days

    _________________________________________________________________________

    Now I understand the scenario fully, it does sound really hilarious.

    Yours,

    Mixu Paatelainen.



  • Comment number 74.

    #66 Red_Rooster

    Get stuck in mate, some folk post comments just to get a good name in!

    Not me obviously.....

    Said Owairan

  • Comment number 75.

    #71

    I'm glad you're still enjoying my sign-off from last season... what a great decade the 80's was for films.

    #73

    Methinks you aren't entirely convinced by the random sign-off's... its something to provoke nostalgic thoughts on a slow afternoon at work.

    Victor Maitland

  • Comment number 76.

    My greatest and worst sporting moments both came in the same game.

    It was in Primary 7 and I was 11 years old. I was never the most sporting person when I was in school but always wanted to be a part of the school football team, despite having little to no interest in football at the time. So as it transpires, in the next game, the manager/Primary 6 teacher is going to give some of the boy that don't usually play for the school team a chance. Result! I'm in the team.

    I don't remember what position I played (headless chicken would be the best way to describe the way I played), but at one point I found myself totally unmarked in the six yard box. Then the boy playing on the left squares the ball to me and I have the ball and an open goal in front of me. GOAL!! I couldn't believe it, I had scored for my school team! All those years of not caring had finally paid off! I run around the pitch going absolutely mental, even doing 'the worm' at one point.

    Then it all goes downhill.

    A bit later, I find myself in the same position. My lord, twice in one game! I never thought this would happen! Well, it didn't. I have no idea how but I completely scuffed my shot and it went harmlessly wide. Ah well, I'll get another chance again and bury it. As luck would have it, I get another chance, once again, in the exact same position (thinking back, 11 year olds were absolutely shocking at man marking...). Here we go, grab a brace, make up for my earlier miss, instant hero status. Actually no, scrap that. Another chance goes begging. My shot goes wide and I'm left red faced as the guffaws from the watching crowd of parents and fellow students gets louder. Shocking.

    Despite this rather poor display, I was picked again another twice for my school but chose to retire from the mad world of school football as secondary school beckoned.

    Three caps, one goal.

    A record James Beattie would be proud of.

  • Comment number 77.

    i remember at school playing pass pass shoot and someone just passed it hard down the line the ball to me i only ahd one touch so i had to go for a cross or a shot but the ball was bobbling alot so i waited till it slowed down (only allowed one touch) but then the byline came the tennis ball was bouncing up and down and i just banged like the roberto carlos goal on the volley and it was a goal of the far post
    the problem was i didnt say shoot so i was in goal while scorin a worldy
    atleast it wasnt anything like (50#)

  • Comment number 78.

    75. At 4:32pm on 25 Aug 2010, Surreybloke123 wrote:
    #71

    I'm glad you're still enjoying my sign-off from last season... what a great decade the 80's was for films.
    -------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I still laugh now.

    Dan started the trend off, I hope it continues, the more obscure the name, the more likely it is that it will make someone laugh and brighten up their day.

    Richard Sneekers

  • Comment number 79.

    77. At 4:34pm on 25 Aug 2010, bugati veyron wrote:
    i remember at school playing pass pass shoot and someone just passed it hard down the line the ball to me i only ahd one touch so i had to go for a cross or a shot but the ball was bobbling alot so i waited till it slowed down (only allowed one touch) but then the byline came the tennis ball was bouncing up and down and i just banged like the roberto carlos goal on the volley and it was a goal of the far post
    the problem was i didnt say shoot so i was in goal while scorin a worldy
    atleast it wasnt anything like (50#)

    _________________________________________________________________________

    Did you forget to breathe when you typed that out?

    Sergeant Elias

  • Comment number 80.

    Well, seeing "Clarence J Boddicker" actually made me spit my tea everywhere! Top drawer. Long may the random name thing continue. And the embarrassing incidents! I may well return later with more. :-)

    Ben Richards.

  • Comment number 81.

    My most embarassing sporting moment was when on my debut for my local team (must have been about 15/16) I knocked the ball on the volley from a goal kick over the defenders head and smashed it 25 yards left footed into the top corner. All great so far but I celebrated like a mad man (some girl was there I liked and I thought ''this will impress her''...) and as I was celebrating like crazy someone shouted out ' stop celebrating you idiot we're 7-1 down!'. That put an abrupt end to my happiness!

    And no I didn't get the girl!!

  • Comment number 82.

    Ive double checked it was turn RIGHT then fourth on the left

  • Comment number 83.

    This comment was removed because the moderators found it broke the house rules. Explain.

  • Comment number 84.

    Playing 5-a-side football in the local league and tried to do that skill where you put your weak foot next to the ball and swing your strong foot around the back of your other leg and flick it. However, i kicked myself in the back of the leg and sprained my ligaments in my leg. I was on crutches for 3 weeks

  • Comment number 85.

    #80

    Ah, The Running Man... another classic.

    Killian! I'll be back!

    Captain Freedom

  • Comment number 86.

    Wow, this blog took off.
    Thanks Dan.
    Good footage and interesting write up too. Made a good pre-lunch read for me.
    I'd love to catch the interview with Peter Traylor. Always thought the guy was in an unenviable position but conducted himself well.
    Interesting to read rjagger's knee diagnosis. Have had knee problems and climbed in Cuilins but felt no benefit to my knee from doing so. My advice for what it is worth, avoid surgery find a good physiotherapist and build your leg muscles as much as you can; that will also have positive effect on the old cardio vascualars too.

    Most embarasing moment: playing rigby for Cardiff Law School(inter-mural). I got raked with the boot at the bottom of a ruck and my short were shredded on the left cheek; along with 90% of the elasticated strap of my old, and well worn jockie. I was blissful ignorant of this and went on playing for the rest of the second half with everything hanging out the back.

    Hope the knee heals quickly.

  • Comment number 87.

    Excellent blog once again Dan, I think my most unfortunate sporting moment was a nasty moment during a school semi final. With the opportunity to equalize in literally the dying seconds, I, as a full back jogged up for the corner, a ball was swung in at a round waist height and i sort of tried to kick it in, missing the ball horribly from where it seemed easier to score than miss. This is only the start, with my momentum carrying me, I slid leg first along the turf with a leg each side of the goalpost, a la Djimi Traore, ouch. My face also slammed against the post, breaking my nose.
    With a broken nose, a 'groin' inury and a missed chance to win the regional cup, it was truly the worst day of my sporting career. The moment would haunt me for the rest of my school life,
    yet I somehow remained in the school team and we would win the cup the following year after I scored an incredible free kick en route to the final in the quarter final game (it was not as good as yours however), more of a straight drive right into the roof of the net.

    Trevor Carson.

  • Comment number 88.

    the flick up freekick is easier to score then a normal one.
    really all you have to do is hit it on target on the side and its in.
    while a normal freekick you need to get it over the wall.
    plus the keeper will be suprised.
    teckas

  • Comment number 89.

    I keep popping back for regular giggles at your sporting exploits. I think I am up to 9 genuine laugh out loud moments - the last being produced by the malfunctioning jock-strap (#86).

    Top stuff. Keep them coming.

    Dougie Howser, M.D.

  • Comment number 90.

    The most embarassing, or terrible, sporting day of my life was when I opened the batting for my school when I was about 14. Facing first, as I always liked to do, I noticed that the bowler - who didn't even have a full set of whites to wear - was bizarrely bowling right-arm round the wicket. As he was clearly an occasional cricketer, I assumed I was not going to face any Waqaresque swing, and that I couldn't possibly be out LBW to this bowler, thereby allowing me a free swing at anything as long as I got my pads in the way.

    Now you may be aware that the quality of umpiring in comprehensive schools cricket leaves a little to be desired, especially as they're often making decisions against, or more often in favour of, their own school. So, first ball is a half tracker, pitches miles outside leg, I try and whack it over mid-wicket, appeal for LBW. And I literally couldn't believe it when the umpire raised his finger. As I walked off, I ventured the opinion to him that his knowledge of the rules of the game was in need of some improvement. Except that I may have used some adolescent adjectives just to spice things up a little bit. Didn't really go down to well, to be honest. Let's just say, my own school took - completely unfair - disciplinary action against me.

    To make things worse, it was an afternoon game, and in the evening I was opening the batting for my village team. However, I was in quite a poor frame of mind, and proceeded to make nought for them as well. Except that I don't think this one was a golden duck, as far as I recall. Anyway, Johnson, LBW 0, 1 ball; Johnson, bowled 0, 2 balls, plus multiple detentions, was not a great day.

  • Comment number 91.

    Oh Dan, what's happened to 2good 2bad on Match of the Day 2?

  • Comment number 92.

    This comment was removed because the moderators found it broke the house rules. Explain.

  • Comment number 93.

    My most embarrasing moment came whilst on tour with my Uni Lacrosse team. We were one up with only a few minutes to go in the 1/4final. The ball hit the deck in front of our goal and a mad scramble ensued. I piled in and saw that our keeper was trying to reach the ball. I decided to try and kick it into his stick. Unfortunatly at the moment my foot made contact with the ball one of the opposition attackers placed a brilliant bodycheck on me causing me to kick the ball right in the top corner of my own net to level the scores.
    Upto that point it was the only competitive goal I'd scored in three years of playing for the first team. Luckily we went on to score a fast goal to win the game, but it still meant I got awarded not only "D*** of the day" but also of the whole tournament.
    We got destroyed in the Semis - more time for drinking.

  • Comment number 94.

    I had the option to be the school hero. I played centre forward on the team and had already scored two in the game. One from a corner and another from just inside the box.

    Our team was second in the league and we were playing the league leaders. We were three points and 5 goals behind them and through luck or judgement this was the last game of the season.

    We therefore knew we had to score at least three to put them to bed and take the "trophy"

    In the last minute, I was on a high from the two I had scored earlier and picked up the ball on the halfway line. I took it forward, beating two defenders. One on One with the keeper with just a few yards to go. He came rushing out to meet me, I jinked left and there was me with an open net and the opportunity to win the game and the league for my school.

    I remember thinking "YES! I have done it! I am going to score a hattrick and win the league." My body however didn't agree with this, I completely airshotted, fell on my backside as the ball trickled out of play.

    THe keeper took the kick and the ref blew his whictle. I had had the perfect opportunity and I had blown it. In front of the entire school of 1500 children and another 50 or so parents.

  • Comment number 95.

    53. THFC6061

    I do remember Ernie Hunt and Willie Carr and their free kick routine, though I think it was the other way round - Willie Carr flicked it up and Ernie Hunt scored - and I think they only ever did it once and then it was banned because technically the ball was touched twice by the player flicking it up using both feet.

  • Comment number 96.

    53. THFC6061

    I do remember Ernie Hunt and Willie Carr and their free kick routine, though I think it was the other way round - Willie Carr flicked it up and Ernie Hunt scored - and I think they only ever did it once and then it was banned because technically the ball was touched twice by the player flicking it up using both feet.

  • Comment number 97.

    What's wrong with the site - try and post a comment and it says 'you've already said that in Comment 1'. No, I haven't.

  • Comment number 98.

    What's wrong with the site - try and post a comment and it says 'you already said that in Comment 1'. No, I haven't.

  • Comment number 99.

    Oh, and by the way, embarrassing moments -

    1 - Note the correct spelling of embarrassing, dear readers

    2 - I didn't have any - I was good

  • Comment number 100.

    Also note - Moderation has broken - some poor bugger's been waiting since twenty to seven. I've just got three posts through instantly (OK, two are duplicates!!).

 

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