Felicitaciones Sr. Bueno, Ud...

* Lamentable juego de vuelta
* Los bailaron en el Morelos
* Sin huevos, ni espíritu...
* Defensa de papel, gracias por castigar a Figueroa Sr. Bueno.
* Debe ser el ultimo juego de MUCHOS.
* URGE TECNICO

Hace tiempo que no me encabronaba asi con mi equipo, neta, que tristeza e impotencia fue ver a 11 weyes corriendo tras el balon, siendo burlados por el rival, bailados, literalmente HUMILLADOS, por jugadores, afición y comentaristas a nivel nacional.
Tomas Boy, le enseño a ser tecnico a nuestro "estratega" y desde el minuto uno, se notó, mientras que por su parte, Sergio Bueno mandaba a la cancha a una alineacion incongruente, ilógica, berrinchuda y mamona, muy al estilo del señor que nunca supo dirigir a los verdes.

Digo, cualquier santista --que quiere vencer al rival--sabría ver que Mosqueda era el cambio ideal ante la "ausencia" del Hachita Ludueña para que el equipo tuviera algun tipo de enganche en media cancha y con ello, mandara balones a un desesperado Carlos Ochoa y a un fantasma como lo es Darwin Quintero ( que nos hace extrañar a Christian Benitez como no tiene idea ).

Desgraciadamente no fue asi...

El sr. Bueno se monto en su caballo ( y esperemos que asi montado, se vaya a chingar a 20 de la Comarca, pues este equipo le QUEDO MUY GRANDE, esperemos que se regresa a primera "a" de donde no debia haber salido y de paso se lleve a varios jugadores ) y metio a Paco Torres, Cardenas, Quiñonez, Christian Sanchez, cambio de carril a Guti Estrada, y no conforme con eso, lo sacó despues ( por Dios, ¡¡¡sacar a Guti Estrada que cada partido deja la piel, sangre y sudor en la cancha!!! ) para hacer una vil capirotada llamada "Alineacion" y con ello, dejarse solito en ridículo ante la apabullante leccion que le dio un verdadero tecnico como Tomas Boy.

Luego, con un dos cero encima, manda a la cancha a Uriel Alvarez sacando a el que habia sido el contension de todo el torneo, Chato Rodríguez ( con quien tambien se dice que tiene problemas ) en lo que se supondria ir al frente, no, va para atras.
Entonces, ¿como quedamos ? Oswaldo, Paco Torres por derecha, defensa ( siendo que ni defensa es ) Kanu Santiago, un jugador que nunca se compromete, se esconde, el mas alto y nunca se le ve luchar balones por alto como deberia ser, un elemento que deberia ser "el de experiencia" sin embargo, nunca podra ser lider de defensa, pues simplemente no tiene el porte para serlo, y a su lado, el Joven Christian Sanchez, novel elemento, que aun le falta recorrer mucho camino que se le tiene que arropar con alguien que le grite que vaya, se quede, entre, salga...¿¿pero quien le va a decir, kanu??? já, permitanme reirme, y la cereza en el pastel, Guti Estrada por el lado izquierdo, exhibiendolo...¿por qué señor? luego lo saca, cuando bien podia haber sacado a Torres que estaba siendo superado una y otra y mil veces mas...si queria a un zurdo, ahi estaba Mares, de tendencia defensiva, pero no, en su mundo, era mejor cambiar a Estrada y dejar a Torres, hagame ud. el chingao favor.

¿y Figueroa Sr. Bueno?

"Alla, en la banca...por mis...polainas."

¿que excusa, tiene ud. para sentar al DEFENSA CENTRAR TITULAR del equipo y dejarlo fuera? digo, si es que la tiene,
¿ o fue simple soberbia de decir, aqui mando yo ?

No señor, usted no manda nada, nunca pudo con el equipo, nunca supo entender que este equipo se maneja casi solo, nunca tuvo una alineacion lógica, nunca pudo con las riendas de este equipo, y quiso imponer su "estilo", el resultado, puros fracasos desde que usted llegó, perdiendo la Concachafa, dejando fuera al equipo en ese mismo torneo, calificandolo en este, cierto, pero con un mar de dudas, porque el equipo no jugaba a nada, sacando resultados POR LOS JUGADORES, no por su "planteamiento" ligando 9 juegos sin perder, pero...muchos ahora nos confirmamos que fueron aun teniendolo a usted, no con usted, que es muy diferente.

Su eterno cambio sacando a Lorito, haciéndolo mostrar su enojo, y como no, si lo que el equipo necesitaba era ATACAR, SUMAR...no hacer cambios posicion por posicion, luego metiendo a Mosqueda para que dijeran "ahi esta, es lo que quieren. no?" si señor, pero ¿ya con todo en contra para que le solucione la PENDEJADA que ud. mismo se fabricó?

"nooooo, ni mergas" como dijo Pedrito.

Al final, todos, veíamos a un Santos desatendido, vencido, gris, sin webos, sin alma y sin el espiritu guerrero que veíamos en juegos como contra Pumas en la ultima liguilla contra ellos, o contra el equipo Canadiense en la concachafa nada de eso se veia, todo era un embrollo, una pesadilla, una pintura abstracta grotesca que a muchos nos hizo voltear la mirada para no ver como nuestro equipo ERA HUMILLADO por "chocolatao" o "shileno" ( TV azteca se dio vuelo en estos dos juegos ensañandose, burlándose, mofandose de el baile que veíamos por TV ¿sera porque ya tienen contrato asegurado con Santos? porque en otro tiempo, dieron las nalgas cuando Grupo Modelo se molesto por comentarios hechos por sus "cronistas" recordemos que hasta enviaron a Arce al equipo para seguir teniendo a Santos como clientes, ahora, ¿a quien enviaran? )

Felicidades, a todos, a unos por tender la cama ( si es que asi fue), y a otros por venir a querer "imponer" su soberbia, sus "conocimientos" adquiridos en primera "a"( igual, si es que asi fue), enmedio quedó el equipo y la INSTITUCION Santos Laguna y su afición abochornados por la actuacion de las dos partes, quedandonos con un nudo en la garganta de ver como ese equipo que queremos se desmoronaba ante un Morelia que los hizo ver mal, muy mal y siendo el BUFON NACIONAL de los comentaristas de TV Azteca que se ensañaron a gusto con nuestros guerreros.

...Me dirijo a los culpables o a los que se sientan como tal...

Esperemos que cuando reciban sus chequesotes, sus aguinaldos estratosfericos y demas primas por "calificar" los guarden muy bien, porque no siempre estaran en una GRAN INSTITUCION que les pague por hacer ese tipo de espectaculos tan deplorables como el que dieron en Morelia.
Que pasen felices fiestas, viendo por tv el lugar que ustedes debieron haber ocupado, dejando a la aficion con el sabor agridulce de una derrota dolorosa por la forma en que se dio.

No se apuren, nosotros ahi estaremos el proximo torneo,
aunque... no se si muchos de a los que me dirijo

lo estarán.
Sale!!

My Matchday - 234 Deepdale

Preston North End 0v1 Newcastle United
Championship
Monday 23rd November 2009

Preston is a city in Lancashire on the north bank of the River Ribble, becoming England’s 50th city when granted city status in The Queen’s Golden Jubilee year in 2002 .
Preston was established by the Saxons, the name deriving from Old English; Presta and Tun meaning “Priest settlement” and appears as “Prestune” in the Doomsday Book.
Preston developed during the Industrial Revolution became a large populated industrial area with the expansion of textile manufacturing, although the town has produced textiles as far back as the mid 13th century weaving locally produced wool.

Preston North End formed in 1863, becoming founder members of the Football League and the very first League champions and ‘double’ winners in 1888-89.
The club originally played on Moor Park from 1867 until moving across the road to Deepdale Farm in 1875. In its formative years it staged cricket, athletics and rugby, with association football being the last in 1879, but within two years it hosted only football. By the end of the century Deepdale had two stands with a press box on the west side with banking and fences constructed around the rest of the pitch.
The first major work came in January 1906, with the construction of The Grand Stand on the west side which proudly stood for ninety years. The stand had a distinctive barrel shaped roof with a line of thin white iron support poles. The upper seating was made up of wooden benches with an open terrace, it also housed the dressing rooms and club offices.
It’s replacement the 8,000 capacity Main Stand was constructed in 1996 at a cost of £4m. What makes Deepdale so unique are the faces of North End legends portrayed within the seats, this stand is named after Sir Tom Finney with his image seen at the south side of the stand.

The Fulwood End was originally a large Kop when extended and covered at a cost of £19,000 in 1921. It’s curved terrace met the stands to the west and east with the roof at the rear of the stand. The stand was rebuilt in 1998, named after a legend who is also renowned on another Kop - Bill Shankly. The 6,000 capacity has the former Preston and Liverpool legend’s image situated centrally amongst the steep bank of dark blue seats.

The Town End terrace was first covered in the 1930’s with a plain pitched roof and was reconstructed in 2001. The Alan Kelly Stand has the former North End ‘keeper’s centrally position and is identical in design to the Shankly Stand.

The Pavilion Stand was made up of two separate stands. The first pavilion was built in 1934, the £9,000 capital raised through a share issue, it also had new offices and stylish boardroom. The South Pavilion was completed two years later which made the appearance of one long stand.
The new look Deepdale was completed on the eve of this season, the pavilions replaced by the Invincibles Stand, named after the famous double winning side. The stand has a smaller tier with PNE FC picked out in white. The stand also has a section of seating at the front as a replacement for team dugouts. There’s DEEPDALE and PRESTON in blue neon light at each side of a wall clock, with hospitality suites at the top which aren’t completed and are likely to remain so until the club ever reach the Premier League.

The new look Deepdale is modelled on the Stadio Luigi Ferraris in Genoa, the tall floodlights in each corner forming a link between each equally proportioned stand.
Deepdale is the longest continuously used ground, 134 years and counting, the biggest attendance is 42,684 for a Division One clash with Arsenal in April 1938. Also within this time was eight years with an unpopular plastic pitch, which was laid in 1986 before being ripped up in 1994.
Newcastle leapfrogged West Brom to regain top spot in the Championship, thanks to a second half strike from top scorer Kevin Nolan.
An even and uneventful opening period sprung into life with the home side finishing the first half strongly. Parry went close with a close range header, then Chaplow capitalised on a mistake by Guthrie but his shot sailed over the crossbar.
Just before the break a good interchange of passes left Mellor with a clear effort on goal, but he managed to scuff his shot which Harper dealt with easily.
Chances were limited in the second half. Mellor again wasted a good opportunity on 67 minutes then substitute Ranger had United’s first decent effort of the game, his shot going narrowly wide of the post.
The crucial goal came on 74 minutes, Guthrie found Nolan in the box and with his back to goal, he managed to turn and shoot, his left foot effort finding the far corner of the net.
Preston substitute Eddie Nolan almost snatched an equaliser on 79 minutes, but his ferocious shot was well saved by Harper, then with time running out Guiterrez could have wrapped things up but wasted a golden chance by typically lacking composure.
Not the greatest performance by Newcastle, but in this league it’s the result which matters. I’ll happily settle for this kind of display for the remainder of the season if this ends in United finishing within the top two in the Championship table.

At long last, me and Ian have finally got to Deepdale. We’ve only waited 29 years. In October 1980 Newcastle were away to Preston in a midweek Division Two fixture. At the time we were both 15 and in our last year at school. We decided we were going to ‘knock off’ in the afternoon and get the Supporters Club coach to the match. In the end we didn’t make it, deciding to pay the extra few quid and go to Bristol City the following Saturday instead, keeping Preston for next season, but next season never came.
North End were relegated at the end of the 1980-81 season, then dropped like a stone through the divisions, within four years finding themselves in League Division Four.
We’ve willed them on in the play-offs, they’ve reaching the knock out stage of the season four times and lost in the final twice, so finally it’s taking Newcastle’s relegation to get us our much anticipated visit to Deepdale.
We - that’s myself with Ian(squad#2)Lee(squad#79) and Tom, headed off at 12.30pm. The reason we left so early is because I wanted to arrive before it got too dark. I had contacted the club last week, asking if it was possible to gain access into the ground to take some pictures for 100FGC.
I would like to thank Treve Whitford, he promptly replied to my emailed, letting me know I was welcome to come and take photographs inside Deepdale. Once we arrived we headed to the club offices and Treve was waiting to give us our very own guided tour. We walked around the perimeter of the pitch and I managed to get some quality photos of an empty (apart from the men from SKY) Deepdale stadium.
We then took the short drive to the Sumners pub, taking advantage of the car park, stopping for bait and liquid refreshment before heading back to the ground to visit the National Football Museum.
Never mind the football it’s worth visiting Preston just for the museum, there’s a large collection of football memorabilia dating back to the 19th century, including an England shirt from the very first international, the 1966 World Cup ball and the substitute Jules Rimet trophy (and yes, it was still gleaming) We spent a good hour looking around, if your yet to visit the museum it’s a must see and it’s even free admission.
And so we’ve successfully ‘ticked off’ Deepdale. The fixture we missed out on in 1980 saw a 3-2 victory for United, with a rare brace from Bobby Shinton and the unique treat of a goal by Billy Rafferty. That would have been well worth seeing but I wouldn’t have got a personal view of the ground, visited the museum and on top of that we saw a Toon away win anyway, which means after being delayed for almost 30 years, our visit to Deepdale was very much worth the long wait.
　

Matchday stats

PNE 0 NUFC 1(Nolan 74)

att.16,924

Admission £20

Programme £3



Ground no.234 Deepdale - Matchday Webalbum (21 pictures)

(more ground pictures including some inside the museum can be found on Facebook page)

Padilla nos mando a un perfecto....

* German Arredondo, chingas a 20.
* Errores que cuestan caro
* poca ventaja, pero ventaja al fin.
* Ochoa en plan grande en el TSM.
* Vuoso no debería ser suspendido.

De entrada, la imagen iba a decir mucho, muchísimo mas feo, pero me detuvo probablemente la educacion que me inculcaron en la escuela.
Pero lo minimo que se merece este pseudo-arbitro llanero, es una mentada de madre, por un trabajo deficiente, mediocre y muy digno de castigar, porque el señor, vino a perjudicar a los dos equipos, y como siempre, el lider de esta bola de ojetes, Don Gato Padilla se hace como el tio Lolo, pendejo el solo y no ve que el arbitraje mexicano no esta en un bache, sino en un cañon del sumidero, hundido en la mas profunda de las mediocridades gracias a su gestión.

La pregunta del millon, ¿a quien perjudico mas?
Los aztecos, fieles a su "equipo" decian que al Monarcas, porque no le marcaron una mano al Chato y un penal a Santiago( que dicho sea de paso, se vio tronco hasta barriendose ), era obvio, tenian que ser "objetivos" pero este señor, de objetivo tuvo lo que yo de astronauta, los nuestros siempre fueron tarjeteados y pintados de amarillo a la primer falta, mientras que por el otro lado, el pollo Salazar ( ah! que agradable muchacho ) hacía falta, tras falta, tras falta sin ni siquiera decirle algo.
Luego, anula un golazo legítimo a Vicente Matias Vuoso, haciendolo explotar, ya lo habiamos dicho antes, esta bola de ojetes, llamados arbitros, tienen consigna contra el toro, siempre le van a marcar en contra no importanto que no haga falta, y para variar, no amonesta y se va, al contrario, se queda ahi viendolo y retandolo para que le diga mas, si eso no es provocacion, entonces no se que mamadas pueden ser.

El Mistico Lagunero, estaba mas que emperrado.

El partido en si, estuvo trabado, con oportunidades para ambas porterias, y seria Santos quien empezaria a poner las cosas en su debido orden, gracias a Carlos Ochoa, que a veces parece como que no esta jugando y de repente aparece como por arte de magia, para estar ahi, en el momento justo y contrarrematar un disparo que habia pegado en el palo, para el 1-0, y un gol mas en su cuenta personal ahi en el TSM, se ve que le a sentado bastante bien la nueva casa guerrera.
El partido transcurria cuando en una jugada rápida, Guti Estrada corre hacia un balon, perseguido solo por Hugo Droguett, el Pony De Hierro, trata de devolver el balon a Oswaldo, sin embargo no puede pegarle bien al balon para dejarlo muerto, y que llegara Droguett, tranquilo y sin prisas y decirle a Oswaldo Sanchez, "ponte soteeeneeeee" para el 1-1 y el festejo ( desmesurado ) de Boy, en un resultado y un error, que caía no frío, HELAAAADO para la aficion que NO logró llenar el TSM ( mucha gente se esta alejando por los problemas que conlleva ir a la nueva casa, OJO SEÑORES DIRECTIVOS, ponganse las pilas, porque no es posible ver un estadio con huecos en lo que se supone es la fiesta grande del futbol mexicano. la gente esta INCONFORME con todas las molestias que se estan generando desde taquilla, hasta traslado, entrada y salida, sin mencionar a los queridos revendedores --que dicho sea de paso, si saben quienes son, ¿por qué no los agarran? pregúntome yo-- ).

notese como lo retaba...
ARREDONDO, chingas a 20

Vino entonces, el show del pendejo Arredondo, cuando en un tiro de esquina, Vuoso se levanta limpiamente y cabecea preciso para un golazo al angulo, Arredondo, en su profunda mediocridad, pita, sin saber porque anulandole el gol a Vuoso y amonestandolo por protestar, y aqui viene lo bueno, CLARAMENTE SE VE UNA TOMA, donde Vuoso NUNCA LE DIJO UN INSULTO, sino que le preguntaba que marcaba, es entonces cuando en una muestra de estupidez, Germancito ni siquiera pudo sacar la roja a la primera ( tan pendejo es, que se le atoro en el short ) y le mostro una segunda amarilla, cuando si se trata de insulto es ROJA DIRECTA, entonces pinche germancito, ¿que marcaste?, Santos deberia protestar a este imbecil, y poner una queja, para que Vuoso no sea sancionado ( si no van a sancionar a Melvin Brown por un golpe a la espalda ) y todo por la ineptitud de un señor que es todo un mediocre en su accionar como arbitro.

Con 10, Santos nunca bajo los brazos, y aunque existia el riesgo del contagolpe, se espero y en una jugada iniciada por Hacha Ludueña, quien pasa a Quintero para luego que fuera Ochoa en rematar y quedar el marcador final con un 2-1

...y ya que estamos en peregrinaciones, miren como danzo...

que en el papel, parece ligero, pero que en la cancha, se tendra que echar mano de los mejores hombre para lograr vencer pero sobre todo, dejar a Santos en cero, esa sera la tarea dificil para los de Michoacan.
El partido de vuelta, Domingo a las 5 de la tarde, alla en el estadio Morelos ( a quien se le ocurrio la gran idea de que la liguilla se jugara asi? pfft...) donde Santos requiere de un empate o una victoria para pasar, si pierde por cualquier marcador, esta eliminado.

Sale!!!

PD. 1 ok, se que no se habia actualizado el blog, pero comprendan
que el cambio de megachafa a infinitum no es de un dia para otro
y menos yendo a las oficinas de megafraude, donde para hablar
con una de las "señoritas" tiene uno que tomar un turno y normalmente
se encuentra el lugar HASTA LA MADRE de gente intentando solucionar
sus quejas.
hasta parece rosario de tanta gente sentada, nomas les falta cantar la
letania.

PD.2 poco a poco tengo que irme poniendo al corriente en el blog, no
desesperen.

PD.3 Arredondo, chingas a 20.

My Matchday - 233 Broadwood Stadium

Clyde 1v3 East Fife
Scotttish 2nd Division
Saturday 21st November 2009

Clyde FC were founded in 1877 and hail from the Glasgow district of Rutherglen on the banks of the River Clyde .
After the club’s formation their first home was at Barrowfields Park on the edge of Bridgeton, before moving to Shawfield in 1898.
Shawfield also played host to athletics, boxing and from 1932 became a Greyhound Stadium, the Greyhound Racing Association Ltd later becoming landowners.
When the owners decided to sell the land for redevelopment in 1986 the club’s search for a new home proved difficult, the club having to settle on a controversial ground share with local rivals Partick Thistle, the first cohabits in Scottish football which lasted for five years.

In 1990 “The Bully Wee” accepted an approach by the Cumbernauld Development Corporation to relocated to one of Scotland’s five new towns, and one of the largest townships in the country without a senior football club.
Cumbernauld name derives from the Scots Gaelic Cumar-nan-Alt, meaning 'the Meeting of the Waters' due to the proximity of tributaries of the rivers Forth and Clyde which lead to the major cities of Edinburgh and Glasgow.
The new town was created in 1956 as a population overspill from Glasgow. Historically Cumbernauld originates from Roman times, with a settlement near the Antonine Wall, the wall being the most northerly boundary of the Roman Empire.Clyde ground shared again from 1991, this time with Hamilton Academicals while the new stadium was under construction, this nomadic period gave the Clyde supporters the self titled handle of the “Gypsy Army”
Broadwood Stadium opened in 1994 and is the highest ground above sea level in Scotland. Their first fixture on February 5th was coincidently against their most recent landlords, a 2-0 defeat against the Accies in front of a crowd of 5,356.
When originally constructed, Broadwood had only two stands designed by Percy-Johnson and built by the Walker Group at a cost of £6m.
The Main Stand and West Stand both have a single tie of red seats, the Main Stand slightly larger having hospitality suites, while the West Stand has an electric scoreboard and Clyde OKI picked out in white seats, although on first glance I thought it said CLYDE OK.
The open ends to the north and south made it one of the country’s coldest grounds giving it the nickname ‘Ice Station Broadwood, then in 1996 the South Stand was added at a cost of £1.7m, matching the other stands in design and size.
The vacant north end has a leisure centre, protected from wayward shots by a metal mesh wall and metal slats over the windows.
The current capacity stands at just over 8,000 with the biggest attendance being the sell out crowd which witnessed the Scottish Cup victory over Celtic in January 2006.

A great family day out in Glasgow, the Smudger’s making full use of our ’Friends & Family’ railcard, the four of us travelling direct to Glasgow for a total return price of only £28.80.
After heading straight to the pub for a few drinks (Just to get out of the rain..Eddy) I headed back to the train station to make the short journey to Croy.
Thanks to the Clyde supporters website Broadwood Ice Station, I managed to navigate the 20 minute walk from the station to the ground in the driving rain without any problems, arrived at Broadwood Stadium at 2.30pm.
I was looking forward to the prospect of a mouth watering encounter, hosts Clyde sitting at the foot of the Scottish 2nd Division again East Fife, one place above them in ninth.
In the space of the opening five minutes, I could tell the home supporters were in for a frustrating afternoon. East Fife looked sharper and dangerous going forward and it was no surprise when they took an early lead. Paul McManus picked up a good through ball, before turning the defender and although he was forced wide, he hit a fierce shot beyond the keepers far post.
With only ten minutes gone there were cries of “Brown must go” from the restless natives, as their team failed to make any impression on the game. East Fife continued to press forward with McManus almost doubled the lead just before half time, his half volley produced a good save from Clyde ’keeper Reidford.

In the interval I had a wander around the stand, taking a few pictures from different angles before settling down to watch the second half. As I headed back towards my seat at the top end of the stand, I was stopped by a jobs worth steward, looking a right dickhead wearing a furry Cossack hat which didn’t embellish his lime green hi-vis jacket.
“Can I have a word with you sir” he asked before coming up with the cracking follow up line of “Your behaviour has been erratic!” He mentioned that they’d been watching me and wanted to know why I was taking pictures of people! What a Tit! I obviously explain who, why and what I’m about, before he gave me permission to continue watching the match. I returned to my seat feeling like a naughty schoolboy being told off for running in the corridors. With all supporters making use of only one stand and a sparse crowd of 635, I suppose they needed something to do and someone to pick on to justify their wages.

Clyde started the second half much brighter and were giving an opportunity to get back into the game when winning a penalty on 54 minutes. A cross from the right saw a pull on Howarth’s arm, although there didn’t seem to be much of a challenge.
Sawyers dispatched the penalty, which was greeted with a blast of the Gorillaz ‘Dare’ on the PA which was quite a fitting song, considering the referee dared to award such a soft penalty.
The goal failed to revitalise Clyde instead it was the men from Methill who went on to take the three points. McManus looked dangerous cutting inside and tested the ‘keeper with a fierce shot, then within a minute a good cross from Cargill found the Fifers number nine getting in front of Reidford to stab the ball home.
East Fife wrapped up proceedings ten minutes from time with a great individual goal from substitute Bobby Linn, dancing his way through a static defence before placing his shot into the far corner.

This lead to more angry protests from the Clyde supporters, the chants of “Brown must go” now much louder, their outrage paid off, getting their wish with the announcement that manager John Brown had left his position as manager after the game.
From a neutral’s point of view I understand the fans vitriol, the performance was terrible and like I’ve already mentioned I knew within the opening minutes that Clyde weren’t good enough to beat a side only two points above them in the league.
The torrent of abusive the manager had to injure from the supporters gave him no option but go. The remarks hurled in his direction were quite abusive and obviously everyone sitting in the stand got to here every word. The language used was very strong so I don’t want to replicate those remarks within this post.
The funny thing is though, the stewards didn’t bother having a word with anyone, telling them to calm down and curb the language, if fact they probably didn’t notice. You see their attention was drawn towards someone else, a Geordie lad sitting quietly alone in the stand, all eyes on him throughout the game, ready to pounce on him if he dared to continue with his “erratic behaviour”

Matchday stats

CFC 1(Sawyers 55p) EFFC 3(McManus 9,68 Linn 80)

att.635

admission £12

programme £2.50


Ground no.233 Broadwood Stadium - Matchday Webalbum (20 pictures)

Inauguracion, espectáculo y partido...toda una...

* Impresionante Inauguracion * Un estadio de primer mundo * Seguridad al extremo * ¿Cuál crisis? * Vuoso, el ultimo y el primero. * Para salir, otra odisea inolvidable.

El día no podia esperar mas, el 11/11 llegó y con esto, un recuerdo para 30 mil personas ( entre ellas un servidor ) sera imborrable en la vida, pues no todos los días, estrena uno un estadio de primer nivel con un espectaculo de primer mundo.
Si bien el accesar fue toda una odisea gracias al sistema de seguridad de nuestro "querido" mandatario tambien debemos mencionar, que los accesos viales a este complejo, son una verdadera porquería, si era lo UNICO que debian hacer las autoridades (llámese municipio y estado) , lo minimo era que lo hicieran, pero como todo en este bendito y pinche paìs con ellos, NO PASA NADA, asi que la nueva carretera a San Pedro al igual que la antigua nunca fueron adaptadas para el gran flujo vehicular que se avecinaba con un resultado mas que predecible, un CAOS TOTAL.
Para los que se fueron tarde, en el pecado llevaron la penitencia, pues se perdieron el espectaculo de las hermosas SAINTSATIONS y del mismo artista invitado Ricky Martin, y todo gracias a los 3 filtros de seguridad impuestos por el Estado Mayor presidencial.

El Atardecer perfecto

Pero una vez dentro, la experiencia de sentir un escalofrío por ver un estadio nuevo es indescriptible, siempre soñabamos con un lugar asi para nuestra pasión y vivirlo era una sensacion que solo algunos tuvimos la oportunidad de tener.
30 mil almas, gritaban, coreaban, se tomaban mil y un fotografias para plasmar el momento mientras en la cancha las guerreritas hacían lo que podían para llamar la atención de los presentes que aun seguian impactados por la obra en la que se encontraban ese dia.

La fachada del TSM.

El Espectaculo de inauguración, fue algo acorde a este proyecto, con una esfera al centro de la cancha que sirvió de lienzo para proyectar en ella, diversas historias institucionales de los diferentes patrocinadores que hicieron posible la construccion de este nuevo Coloso.
Asi, en cada historia enlazada, diferentes grupos escénicos entraban al campo para demostrar sus cualidades artísticas uniendo todo en un show que a muchos puso la piel chinita.
Digno de mencionar, el grito de fondo "SAAAANTOOOOOS" hecho como por un guerrero ancestral que se escucho de forma impresionante en el sonido local para dar la bienvenida al Territorio Santos Modelo, ese grito, fue el detonante para que todos sintieramos escalofrios y darle rienda a la pasion y el festejo, en una fiesta que era de toda la Laguna y que esperabamos con mucha ansiedad.

No podía faltar, el espectaculo de la estrella internacional Ricky Martin, que puso a bailar a todo el estadio Corona con sus interpretaciones dedicadas todas y cada una para la gente asistente al estadio.
Luego de varios exitos, cerró con "The Cup Of Life" dando el cerrojazo ideal para su presentacion, despidiendose de los aficionados y alejandose en un carrito ante el griterío, aplauso y reconocimiento del respetable.

El punto malo fue que apenas terminando su participación, muchas parejitas de pubertos--y otros no tan pubertos pero igual de ridículos y mandilones-- empezaron a dejar sus respectivos asientos y el estadio demostrando que solo fueron a ver el show del artista, y recibiendo de paso sus respectivas mentadas de madre por parte de los verdaderos aficionados al futbol.

Lo Histórico y emotivo, la entrada de los Guerreros Inolvidables, donde el estadio literalmente se cayó con la presentacion de todos y cada uno de aquellos que portaron con orgullo y pasión nuestra playera.

Grandez Guerreros ( Foto Martin Rodríguez ).

Desde un Choque Galindo, pasando por Maturano, Asprilla, Dolmo y Juan Flores, Ramon Ramírez, Iguala Carreon, Miguel España, Benjamín Galindo, Adomaitis, Apud, Muñoz, Mariscal, Ortega, Rubio y por supuesto, el aclamado de la noche al escuchar su nombre...el goleador historico del club, del que todos esperamos que regrese para retirarse con el equipo de sus amores.
Jared Borguetti, el de Culiacancito que no podía ocultar la emocion que sentia en ese momento, pues su nombre era coreado por todo el estadio, demostrandole y reiterandole el cariño que siempre ha habido en una simbiosis perfecta.
El gran ausente, obvio, Rodrigo "Pony" Ruiz, que por diversas cuestiones profesionales, no pudo asistir, en este que tambien era su festejo, sin embargo, su nombre cimbraba el estadio, pues durante un buen rato, se escucho el "pony, pony" dejando sin habla a muchos de los asistentes de lujo, entre ellos el gran Pelé que fue el encargado de dar la patada inaugural y con esto quedar formalmente inaugurado el bello, espectacular e increíble...

Territorio Santos Modelo

Simplemente, INOLVIDABLE.
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My Matchday - 232 Surrey Street

Glossop North End 1v0 Dunston UTS
FA Vase 2nd Round
Saturday 14th November 2009

Glossop is a former mill town, situated in the north-west corner of Derbyshire in the Borough of High Peak. The gateway to the Peak District National Park.
The name derives from Glott’s Hop and thought to come from Saxon origin - Glott is believed to be a chieftains name, while ’Hop’ is a small valley.
The town has produced many famous and noteworthy people. The likes of Man U’s European Cup winner John Aston, Shaun Ryder and Bez from ’90’s drug fuelled popsta’s the Happy Mondays.
Those dolce tones of broadcasting legend Stuart Hall grew up in the town, while fashion (if that’s what you wanna called it!…Eddy) designer Vivienne Westwood was born nearby.
Glossop also gave the world novelist Hilary Mantel and let’s not forget publisher Paul Raymond, who was educated in the town and gave us our favourite read while coach travelling to away matches - the legendary Razzle.

Glossop North End formed in 1886, originally played four years in the North Cheshire League until joining the Combination in 1894, finishing second and third over consecutive seasons.
After turning professional they spent two seasons in the Midland League, again finishing league runners-up. The following season after a sixth place finish the club were elected to the Second Division of the Football League for season 1898-99.
Local businessman and politician Sir Stanley Hill-Wood was the club’s main patron. His financial backing saw them gain promotion to the First Division in their opening season, after finishing runners-up to Manchester City.
The following year a basic name change to Glossop FC ended with relegation, the club finishing bottom of the First Division, although that historic season gave the club the honour of being the smallest town to have a club in the English top flight.
Glossop played the following 15 years in the Second Division, until failing to gain re-election on the eve of the First World War.
After the war the club reappeared in the Lancashire Combination, then dropped into the Manchester League, winning the title in 1927-28, as well as the league’s Gilgryst Cup on four occasions.
In 1957 Glossop returned to the Lancashire Combination and reappeared in the Manc League in the mid sixties until becoming founder members of the Cheshire League Second Division in 1978-79.
The club won promotion in their third season, then finished sixth in the Cheshire League’s last season before merging with the Lancashire Combination. Glossop becoming founder members of the North West Counties League in 1982.
In 1992 the club reverted back to their original name, when the present board of directors saved the club from going out of business the previous year. A season which saw them win promotion back to the NWC Division One after a four year absence.
North End have enjoyed success in both the Derbyshire Senior Cup and the Manchester FA Premier Cup, however last season saw the club’s highest league finish of fifth and a visit to Wembley, losing 2-0 to Whitley Bay in the final of the FA Vase.
The Hillmen navigated nine rounds in the Vase, including a thrilling two legged semi final with Chalfont St Peter. The teams finishing 5-5 on aggregate over both games, with Glossop overcoming their opponents 6-5 on penalties in front of a Surrey Street attendance of 1,582.

In there formative years the club had a nomadic existence, played at a variety of ground in the town; Pyegrove, Silk Street, Water Lane and Cemetery Road, before settling at North Road.
The North Road ground was primarily a cricket ground and is still in use today by Glossop Cricket Club. The record gate was 10,736 for an FA Cup 2nd Round tie with Preston North End in January 1914.
The club moved to their present home in 1955 on land which had been used as a admiralty tip and stores depot during the war.
Although best known as Surrey Street, the grounds official name is the Arthur Goldthorpe Stadium, named after a local estate agent who covered half the grounds cost, donating £700 towards the construction of the stadium.
The ground is easy enough to find with the chimney from the neighbouring Ferro Alloys factory, dominating the town’s skyline.
All the grounds facilities are found towards one half of the pitch. Once entering the turnstiles, the Chris Ringland Lounge clubhouse with souvenir shop, toilets and refreshment bar (which serves a superb Chicken Balti Pie and big cup of gravy tea for £2) and two steps of covered terrace are all situated behind the goal.
The main stand replaced the original which was burnt down in the ‘70’s. The stand runs from the corner flag up towards the dugouts, with a blue frame and just over 200 red flip seats.
The Surrey Street end has standing cover in the middle third with a small PA box parallel with the half way line. The far end is open with another FC next door, not a football club, but KFC with Colonel Sanders smiling face looking in enjoying a free view of events on the pitch.
Twin lamp floodlight pylons on each side were added in 1992 thanks to the hard work of the local community, donating materials which brought the ground up to the required NWC First Division standard.

Glossop progressed into the 3rd round of the FA Vase but had to hang on to claim a narrow victory over Dunston UTS.
The home side started brightly and took an 11th minute lead through Danny Yates. A long free kick from the right saw Yates loose his marker, his initial shot was well saved but the rebound fell kindly for him to poke the ball past Connell.
Two minutes later North End had the chance to get a stranglehold on the tie after being awarded a penalty after a push inside the box. Dave Young stepped up only to see his effort brilliantly saved by Liam Connell, diving to his right hand side.
Dunston felt harshly done by when the referee failed to give a penalty after a similar incident on Steven Preen, his appeal to the ref falling on deaf ears or should that be blind eyes!
The second half saw The Fed dominate possession with North End having their backs to the wall for long periods of the half. However Dunston didn’t seriously trouble Glossop keeper Cooper, with most of their goal attempts failing to hit the target.
The home side could have wrapped up proceedings late on, Dave Hodges was clear through on goal with only the keeper to beat, but agonizingly saw his shot go wide.
So Glossop North End go into tomorrows 3rd round draw in their pursuit of a return to the final, however they’ll have to dramatically improve on this performance for their Wembley dream to become a reality.

I booked a seat on one of two coaches which headed down to Derbyshire for this FA Vase tie at a credit crunching price of only £12, thanks to work colleague and mate Lee Robbo.
We left Dunston’s UTC Stadium at 10.30am (no longer Federation Park, I promise to do a feature on this sometime this season) The journey via A1, M1 and the picturesque Pennine setting of the A628 took only two and a half hours, no pissing about for toilet stops or fag breaks, straight there, arriving at 1pm, Champion!
I headed straight to the GBG listed ‘Star Inn’ where, within five minutes, four likeminded Dunston fans arrived in pursuit of a decent pint.
We then headed to The Oakwood on the main High Street where the barman greeted us with the immortal line..“I’m afraid your going to be disappointed, we’ve got no beer!” there was only Guinness and lager to be had. A pub with no beer = Alcoholics sacrilege!
We then headed across the road to the splendidly named ‘Corner Cupboard’ where they did have beer and a room full of Dunston fans.
There was still time to call into the Robinsons ‘The Friendship’ where I finally met up with another Robinson - Lee, who was on the other coach with the players and had arrived later.
Apart from the result, I had a great day, making new friends and enjoying a good little pub crawl. It’s a shame The Fed’s (as far as I’m concerned it’ll always be The Fed) Vase run has came to a premature end as I was already looking forward before kick-off to another Vase trip away with Dunston, but as the old football cliché goes - There’s always next season!

Matchday stats

GNE 1(Yates 11) DUTS 0

Att.378

Admission £6

Programme £1

Ground no.232 Surrey Street - Matchday Web album

(15 pictures)

No hay fecha que no llegue...

Ni plazo que no se cumpla...
y Este día, esta fecha,

es histórica para La Laguna.
Y como tal,

...no podíamos quedar fuera...

...El resultado y el rival..fueron lo de menos...

* Ultimo partido del Corona
* Un adios necesario
* Un paquetote al nuevo estadio
* Evolucionar o morir
* ¿El partido? ah! si, empataron.

El ultimo gol, el ultimo cambio, el ultimo silbatazo, el ultimo grito, el ultimo, el ultimo....el ultimo.
Todo son sentimientos encontrados, tiene sus pros y sus contras, seria interminable decir algo en especial de todo lo que se vivía en este estadio: el mas feo, pequeño, incomodo, insuficiente, insalubre, agresivo, pesado pero que tuvo en su haber la dicha de haber alcanzado partidos inolvidables asi como de haber visto como su grama era pisada desde un Francesco Totti, hasta un René Higuita, pasando por Bernd Schuster, Mauro Camoranesi, Hugo Sanchez, Jose Mari Vakero, Michel, Butragueño, entre por supuesto los grandes idolos Santistas a los que les coreamos gol, a los que admirabamos por su calidad de jugar como Apud, Benjamin, Caballero, Nicolas, Adomaitis, o el primer gran idolo de renombre como Ramón Ramírez aunque muchos aun sientan un odio ESTUPIDO a él y sin razon.
Como olvidar esos guerreros que te dieron todo, como Jared, Pony, Altamirano entre muchos, o aquel que te bautizó, el aguerrido Profr. Ruben Maturano, eso no se olvida y menos ahora.

El Corona, el domingo, cerro sus puertas enmedio de una gran fiesta, donde tuvieron de invitados a muchos de esos que van "solo por moda" mientras muchos otros verdaderos y fieles aficionados se quedaban sin boletos debido al elevado costo por culpa de la reventa, el eterno mal de este nuestro querido y odiado Estadio Corona, donde hasta el mas vivo "vecino" aprovechando la situacion, colocaba perros, piedras, cajas, ramas, el niño, el ahijado o el nieto ahi tirados nomas para "vender el lugar" y eso solo para entrar, hoy, esos mismos le lloran, si, le lloran porque se les acabo su pinche negocito de cada 15 dias donde se aprovechaban de los demas para ellos sacar su lana; tambien entre otros que lloran amargamente son los tipicos "apartados" dentro de este inmueble huy, cuantas broncas gratis nos aventamos nomas por estos "aficionados" que aprovechandose de su mayor numero, te echaban bola si intentabas ponerte gallito, o tus baños convertidos en albercas en cada medio tiempo jajajaja si, debemos decirlo tambien esos inconvenientes tenía el Corona, nomas que ahora muchos no se acuerdan o no se quieren acordar.

Pero tuviste muchas mas alegrías, de eso no me queda duda, y todas y cada una la gente las recuerda como parte de su vida, por ejemplo, nunca olvidare la primera vez que te visité y como me quede boquiabierto al ver la grama, verde, grande, para mi, ¡el Corona era inmenso! y ver como cuando caía el gol, uno brincaba como teniendo un resorte en ese hirviente concreto y agitaba las banderas y gritaba en una sola voz, ¡¡SANTOS, SANTOS!! grito y euforia, que se apago en tus ultimos torneos, debido al cambio generacional probablemente, o quizá debido al aburguesamiento, no tuyo, de alguna parte de tu aficion, no lo se, el caso es que antes eras temido por tu presion al rival, por infundir miedo, luego pasaste a tener gente que brincaba y brincaba sin saber a veces q cantaban y con un acento que no parecia de esta tierra, mientras los demas se acostumbraron a callar, y a limitarse a solo ver el partido, tristemente asi ( y no solo yo ) te veia en los ultimos torneos, donde muchos pasaron de ser aficionados a reventadores aun y que el equipo se veia bien o estaba en los primeros lugares, simplemente no entendia a veces que le pasaba a la gente que te visitiaba.

Aun siendo un "estadio de pueblo" segun palabras de un pseudocomentarista amargado, tenias mas historia que otros mas grandes y mas "modernos", tuviste juegos de Concacaf, Libertadores, de Seleccion y finales que gozabamos cerrando aqui, porque bien se sabia que si Santos cerraba en casa era poco menos que imposible ganarnos.
Y mientras en otros lugares, los finalistas se iban con la corona ante el aplauso "hipocrita" aqui no, aqui se entraba a Torreon bailando y salian bailados, preguntenselo a Necaxa, Pachuca y Cruz Azul que mordieron el polvo lagunero, ese que muchos odian.
O preguntenselo al Atlas, ( incluso, al mismo Oswaldo en aquel entonces ) cómo un estadio pequeñito se volvia loco por un soberbio gol del Ruso Adomaitis en su primera liguilla o como veias resucitar a viejas glorias como Benjamín Galindo o Miguel España que sintieron el calor de tu publico y lo que tu transmitias hasta el grado de ser parte de equipos campeones.

El domingo, tu ciclo se cerro, hoy yaces entre escombros y maquinaria pesada, viendo como te deshuesan en el menor tiempo posible ¿por qué tanta prisa? me pregunté, pero ahi no se puede hacer nada y menos teniendo tu nuevo cuerpo mas alla del periférico.

El 1 de noviembre, se dijo, "El Corona ha muerto"
el 11 de Noviembre gritaremos ¡¡VIVA EL NUEVO CORONA!!

No mueres, EVOLUCIONAS.

Y esta dentro de nosotros llevarnos esa mistica que tuviste, para que ahora si, se sienta una sola voz nuevamente, gritando el "SANTOS, SANTOS" porque aqui, a diferencia de otras plazas, el visitante NUNCA SERA LOCAL ni siquiera con los llamados "equipos grandes" que tanto cacarean en otros lados, aqui no, aqui siempre somos guerreros, santistas ávidos de gritar gol y pararle frente a todos diciendo Soy 100% guerrero y aqui nadie DE OTRO EQUIPO es BIENVENIDO, menos en mi nuevo Corona, donde la Victoria será siempre nuestra y formamos parte de un Modelo de ciudad.