Players Register vs Bayern KFC
Kick Off 14:30, at Jack Kane
Tomorrow's match will kick of a little later because I (Tucker) am at the doctor's until 1.30, so you can all just wait. Still, the two other car loads should aim to get down there as soon as possible to meet the other team and have a proper warm up, not just pissing around like usual.
This will be our toughest match yet. So more than ever we need to get serious about it. We may well have the new kit for tomorrow, so think of that when your getting you early night in.
Tuesday 21 October 2008
Match Report: BayernKFC 4 - 2 Mayfield FC
Bayern KFC 4 - 2 Mayfield FC
'Lament to the death of the beautiful game'
The fresh sea air blew alternately hot and cold last wednedsay, rather like the quality of football that was on offer down at Seafield. Bayern were hungry for a win following their first match draw with a side so mediocre that they should have been taken round the back and kicked in the bollocks, metaphorically that is. But this did not happen, the Bayernites were swingin at air most of the time, and allowed a straight forward goal to disrupt the squeeze they'd maintained all match. Hungry for a win then? Eager to work hard and get stuck in?
Perhaps a little too hungry. Bayern looked so famished for victory (remember last season anyone?) that they started to take bites out of Mayfield with a ravenous disregard for the rules of football, not to mention sportsmanship. The delicate line between firm challenge and foul was smeared beyond all recognition. Tactically however, it was a bit of a winner!
Mayfield looked a sorry state, turning up late with only ten men and no goalkeeper. The abscence of nets in the goals, looking back on it, was a forboding sign of the charmless clash that was about to unfurl. A keen and overzealous Ross, playing wide left in the attack, had obviously realized that the ten-man opposition were not sufficiently reduced in number and, with 15minutes gone, took it upon himself to plough into one of the opposition with what looked more like a skateboard trick than a tackle. He escaped a red card, somehow, and was successful in cutting the opposition to a reduced 9 man team. Thanks Ross, in all honesty I think we would have struggled against 10 - just look at how the match panned out.
The first half saw Bayern sneak a goal, despite not looking comfortable in their build up play, after 20 minutes when Tommy Huntingford took his second goal in as many matches. Not long after Georgie-Boy put away a simple second for the increasingly confident Colonels. But Bayern kept leaving the midfield corridor wide open and they conceded not long before the break. In a moment of first-rate brainlessness Tucker decided it was a good idea to try and push over a player who was already on the turf. This earned him a yellow card, and, compounding Ross's magnificent 'feet', set the tone for the rest of the game. Brendan, never one to miss out on the party, invited himself soon after to the bookings club, followed later in the match by Tommy, Pridge, David (I think), and, oh yeah, Tommy.
Feather's ruffled, Bayern took the mid-match break. The game, they knew, was in the proverbial bag - but it was splitting at the seams. Tommy got his third of the season not long into the second half with a composed dink into the bottom left. For about ten minutes it looked like Bayern were going to run away with it, passing competently, if not confidently, and producing plenty of attacking play. But midfield became sparse in defence again and Bayern allowed the opposition to come at them. Against this flow of play Robbo, like somekind of powerful horse that dribbles well, tramelled over three or four tackles down the line, and brought the ball into the box to score a superb individual goal. But again Bayern failed to take advantage of the game, and a decent attack from Mayfield produced a low shot that Coxy, who had hitherto been outstandling, was unable to cling onto. Fortunately Olly had positioned himself beautfully on the goal line for just such an eventuality. Less fortunate was his clearance: 4-2
Time seemed to go on for ever, or perhaps it was the referee who seemed to be preciding over the entire game with one eye closed and a sun-dial. At 4-2 Bayern seemed likely enough to close out the remaining 5/10/15 minutes ("I cannay see how much time's left cos the sun's gone behind the cloods thur" - note brief shower in the last 20 minutes) for the victory. But when Pridge was judged to have given away a penalty with a few minutes to go it seemed the referee was determined to shit on Bayern hopes of an ill-deserved win. But when the shot came in hard and straight Coxy smothered it like an unwanted child. Had it gone in, who knows how much time the ref would have added on to let Mayfield get the equalizer. Happily, the fowl-ling quality of the Bayern team shone through and the game was ended shortly after yet another Mayfield player hobbled off the pitch.
The win went to the stronger side, but perhaps not necessarily the better. Bayern should have wrapped this came up in the first 20 minutes. Instead they tiptoed to the winning post. But a win's a win at least.
This week's game will require a far sturdier performance if Bayern are to bring home the three ponits against a side that drew with Morning Glory. They will be fitter and stronger than last week's opposition and Bayern will have to work hard for the victory.
'Lament to the death of the beautiful game'
The fresh sea air blew alternately hot and cold last wednedsay, rather like the quality of football that was on offer down at Seafield. Bayern were hungry for a win following their first match draw with a side so mediocre that they should have been taken round the back and kicked in the bollocks, metaphorically that is. But this did not happen, the Bayernites were swingin at air most of the time, and allowed a straight forward goal to disrupt the squeeze they'd maintained all match. Hungry for a win then? Eager to work hard and get stuck in?
Perhaps a little too hungry. Bayern looked so famished for victory (remember last season anyone?) that they started to take bites out of Mayfield with a ravenous disregard for the rules of football, not to mention sportsmanship. The delicate line between firm challenge and foul was smeared beyond all recognition. Tactically however, it was a bit of a winner!
Mayfield looked a sorry state, turning up late with only ten men and no goalkeeper. The abscence of nets in the goals, looking back on it, was a forboding sign of the charmless clash that was about to unfurl. A keen and overzealous Ross, playing wide left in the attack, had obviously realized that the ten-man opposition were not sufficiently reduced in number and, with 15minutes gone, took it upon himself to plough into one of the opposition with what looked more like a skateboard trick than a tackle. He escaped a red card, somehow, and was successful in cutting the opposition to a reduced 9 man team. Thanks Ross, in all honesty I think we would have struggled against 10 - just look at how the match panned out.
The first half saw Bayern sneak a goal, despite not looking comfortable in their build up play, after 20 minutes when Tommy Huntingford took his second goal in as many matches. Not long after Georgie-Boy put away a simple second for the increasingly confident Colonels. But Bayern kept leaving the midfield corridor wide open and they conceded not long before the break. In a moment of first-rate brainlessness Tucker decided it was a good idea to try and push over a player who was already on the turf. This earned him a yellow card, and, compounding Ross's magnificent 'feet', set the tone for the rest of the game. Brendan, never one to miss out on the party, invited himself soon after to the bookings club, followed later in the match by Tommy, Pridge, David (I think), and, oh yeah, Tommy.
Feather's ruffled, Bayern took the mid-match break. The game, they knew, was in the proverbial bag - but it was splitting at the seams. Tommy got his third of the season not long into the second half with a composed dink into the bottom left. For about ten minutes it looked like Bayern were going to run away with it, passing competently, if not confidently, and producing plenty of attacking play. But midfield became sparse in defence again and Bayern allowed the opposition to come at them. Against this flow of play Robbo, like somekind of powerful horse that dribbles well, tramelled over three or four tackles down the line, and brought the ball into the box to score a superb individual goal. But again Bayern failed to take advantage of the game, and a decent attack from Mayfield produced a low shot that Coxy, who had hitherto been outstandling, was unable to cling onto. Fortunately Olly had positioned himself beautfully on the goal line for just such an eventuality. Less fortunate was his clearance: 4-2
Time seemed to go on for ever, or perhaps it was the referee who seemed to be preciding over the entire game with one eye closed and a sun-dial. At 4-2 Bayern seemed likely enough to close out the remaining 5/10/15 minutes ("I cannay see how much time's left cos the sun's gone behind the cloods thur" - note brief shower in the last 20 minutes) for the victory. But when Pridge was judged to have given away a penalty with a few minutes to go it seemed the referee was determined to shit on Bayern hopes of an ill-deserved win. But when the shot came in hard and straight Coxy smothered it like an unwanted child. Had it gone in, who knows how much time the ref would have added on to let Mayfield get the equalizer. Happily, the fowl-ling quality of the Bayern team shone through and the game was ended shortly after yet another Mayfield player hobbled off the pitch.
The win went to the stronger side, but perhaps not necessarily the better. Bayern should have wrapped this came up in the first 20 minutes. Instead they tiptoed to the winning post. But a win's a win at least.
This week's game will require a far sturdier performance if Bayern are to bring home the three ponits against a side that drew with Morning Glory. They will be fitter and stronger than last week's opposition and Bayern will have to work hard for the victory.
Monday 13 October 2008
Match Report. Bayern KFC vs Morning Glory 08/10/08
Match Report. Bayern KFC vs Morning Glory
08/10/08
By Waz-a-matazz
Wednesday’s season opener was a momentous day for the returning heroes of yesteryear. Bayern’s destiny was pitted in a 90-minute lifetime against a worthy adversary in the somewhat ungainly, yet reliably reproachful form of Morning Glory. A surprise addition to the visitors’ line up saw James Varley, rumoured to be still under contract with the Colonel, to be starting at centre-half against his former club. With a tense first period of play dominated by the Bayern Babes, with shots from Huntingford, Armstrong and Outred, testing the opposition’s pint sized, yet persevering ‘keeper. Outred raised a few eyebrows when he stripped down into what appeared to be the Holy Tunic of Treves, leading some to draw comparisons with one-time golden boot winner, Jesus of Nazareth. His selfless flagellation and refusal to wear shinpads served only to fuel this suspicion. With some penetrating play from the ever–composed Robbo down the right channel, the boys in white seemed to have found Glory’s weakest link – a cumbersome giant of a right back who, despite rumours of a penchant for German ballet, was less than nimble on the treacherous turf of Jack Kane.
Audible gasps followed a well-timed tackle on Martin Armstrong, which left the rangy playmaker writhing in pain. Worried faces were juxtaposed with a grin of unprecedented breadth on the face of benchman Timmy Smith – utilitarian to the end, he fancied his chances. Armo remained unfazed however, and his involvement in a sweet seam of attacking play ended with Huntingford blazing over the bar from spitting range.
The heat was up Morning Glory as one might expect after a good 15 minute bashing, and when centre forward William Wopshott remonstrated with the referee for physical play from the uncompromising Bayern full back Ben Pridgeon, heckling from benched Brendan Earley was met with accusations regarding his Celtic heritage and a perceptive observation on his character. Earley’s rebuttal was well-timed and sufficiently succinct. “Yeah, ‘cos I sound fuckin’ Irish don’t I mate?! I’m from fuckin’ Dublin!” This seemed enough to warrant a few studs up, two-footed questions for the Bayern midfield. Defensively, the home side were unfaltering throughout the first half, despite a blip from Ben Pridgeon who left ‘keeper Coxy with an underpowered hospital pass, which the tucked-in ‘tender dispatched with mildly disturbing zeal.
After a goalless first half the Colonel’s men were licking their lips in apprehension for the proverbial Zinger of the ensuing second period. Despite playing down the hill and down wind, the only way was up for the club from Kentucky. The intensity of attacking appetite was audible in Bayern’s bellies, and they offered a flurry of shots later described by the referee as “two dozen dollies”. A little unfair perhaps given David Ginola’s ever-encroaching long range swerving efforts, insisting that yes, he is worth it.
The second half was dominated by the men in white, and calls from a neighbouring pitch to terminate the loan of Morning Glory’s pièce de résistance, Fred MacGregor, with immediate effect, did nothing but intensify the heat of the Colonel’s deep fryer.
However, a sudden and uncharacteristic sequence of passing from the visitors resulted in a goal conceded against the run of play when the striker of Spanish descent, evaded his wandering marker to slam home a first time effort past the stunned Charlie Cox. One shot, one goal.
Furrowed brows soon gave way to determined scowls, as the Bayern boys set out to claim back what was rightly theirs. A sequence of corners from the right produced several chances, which challenged a defence more accustomed to rucks and malls than silky through balls. When a well-executed move put Huntingford through on goal, he spanked it home like an errant schoolboy, and turned to embrace his relieved compadres. The season looks promising for the striker, having embarked on a brief sojourn to the Far East, he has returned with a steely ambition, hungry both for great goals and great spring rolls.
Bayern’s performance on Wednesday could indeed be described as sweet and sour. Elements of great attacking onus and earnest defending were blighted merely by a poor rate of conversion, which will leave Outred praying for a resurrection of his goal scoring form. Ben Dollard put in yet another fine display of gritty gregariousness, surely a candidate for man of the match. Substitute ‘Waz’ provided some entertainment for the nervous onlookers as he danced around the monstrous minotaurs of Morning’s midfield to the vocal dismay of hefty heart-throb Elliot Awin. The first half challenge on Armstrong is rumoured to have taken its toll on the midfielder, with some estimates forecasting a six to eight week recovery period, after the tackle aggravated a previous injury. Analysts have commented on the relative merits of Bayern’s somewhat Marxist division of power, delegating several captains for several different roles on and off the pitch. For now, Bayern KFC must concentrate on rising to the next challenge and gaining an all-important win.
The final whistle saw the two teams divide the spoils, thank their opponents for the ill-mannered Iliad and head back to the car park. 1-1.
08/10/08
By Waz-a-matazz
Wednesday’s season opener was a momentous day for the returning heroes of yesteryear. Bayern’s destiny was pitted in a 90-minute lifetime against a worthy adversary in the somewhat ungainly, yet reliably reproachful form of Morning Glory. A surprise addition to the visitors’ line up saw James Varley, rumoured to be still under contract with the Colonel, to be starting at centre-half against his former club. With a tense first period of play dominated by the Bayern Babes, with shots from Huntingford, Armstrong and Outred, testing the opposition’s pint sized, yet persevering ‘keeper. Outred raised a few eyebrows when he stripped down into what appeared to be the Holy Tunic of Treves, leading some to draw comparisons with one-time golden boot winner, Jesus of Nazareth. His selfless flagellation and refusal to wear shinpads served only to fuel this suspicion. With some penetrating play from the ever–composed Robbo down the right channel, the boys in white seemed to have found Glory’s weakest link – a cumbersome giant of a right back who, despite rumours of a penchant for German ballet, was less than nimble on the treacherous turf of Jack Kane.
Audible gasps followed a well-timed tackle on Martin Armstrong, which left the rangy playmaker writhing in pain. Worried faces were juxtaposed with a grin of unprecedented breadth on the face of benchman Timmy Smith – utilitarian to the end, he fancied his chances. Armo remained unfazed however, and his involvement in a sweet seam of attacking play ended with Huntingford blazing over the bar from spitting range.
The heat was up Morning Glory as one might expect after a good 15 minute bashing, and when centre forward William Wopshott remonstrated with the referee for physical play from the uncompromising Bayern full back Ben Pridgeon, heckling from benched Brendan Earley was met with accusations regarding his Celtic heritage and a perceptive observation on his character. Earley’s rebuttal was well-timed and sufficiently succinct. “Yeah, ‘cos I sound fuckin’ Irish don’t I mate?! I’m from fuckin’ Dublin!” This seemed enough to warrant a few studs up, two-footed questions for the Bayern midfield. Defensively, the home side were unfaltering throughout the first half, despite a blip from Ben Pridgeon who left ‘keeper Coxy with an underpowered hospital pass, which the tucked-in ‘tender dispatched with mildly disturbing zeal.
After a goalless first half the Colonel’s men were licking their lips in apprehension for the proverbial Zinger of the ensuing second period. Despite playing down the hill and down wind, the only way was up for the club from Kentucky. The intensity of attacking appetite was audible in Bayern’s bellies, and they offered a flurry of shots later described by the referee as “two dozen dollies”. A little unfair perhaps given David Ginola’s ever-encroaching long range swerving efforts, insisting that yes, he is worth it.
The second half was dominated by the men in white, and calls from a neighbouring pitch to terminate the loan of Morning Glory’s pièce de résistance, Fred MacGregor, with immediate effect, did nothing but intensify the heat of the Colonel’s deep fryer.
However, a sudden and uncharacteristic sequence of passing from the visitors resulted in a goal conceded against the run of play when the striker of Spanish descent, evaded his wandering marker to slam home a first time effort past the stunned Charlie Cox. One shot, one goal.
Furrowed brows soon gave way to determined scowls, as the Bayern boys set out to claim back what was rightly theirs. A sequence of corners from the right produced several chances, which challenged a defence more accustomed to rucks and malls than silky through balls. When a well-executed move put Huntingford through on goal, he spanked it home like an errant schoolboy, and turned to embrace his relieved compadres. The season looks promising for the striker, having embarked on a brief sojourn to the Far East, he has returned with a steely ambition, hungry both for great goals and great spring rolls.
Bayern’s performance on Wednesday could indeed be described as sweet and sour. Elements of great attacking onus and earnest defending were blighted merely by a poor rate of conversion, which will leave Outred praying for a resurrection of his goal scoring form. Ben Dollard put in yet another fine display of gritty gregariousness, surely a candidate for man of the match. Substitute ‘Waz’ provided some entertainment for the nervous onlookers as he danced around the monstrous minotaurs of Morning’s midfield to the vocal dismay of hefty heart-throb Elliot Awin. The first half challenge on Armstrong is rumoured to have taken its toll on the midfielder, with some estimates forecasting a six to eight week recovery period, after the tackle aggravated a previous injury. Analysts have commented on the relative merits of Bayern’s somewhat Marxist division of power, delegating several captains for several different roles on and off the pitch. For now, Bayern KFC must concentrate on rising to the next challenge and gaining an all-important win.
The final whistle saw the two teams divide the spoils, thank their opponents for the ill-mannered Iliad and head back to the car park. 1-1.
Fixtures Live
This year, the sports office are using the website www.fixtureslive.com to show are fixtures and results. you'll need to search through the football leagues to find Edinburgh, and then its straight forward. a good site, but a little slow.
Tuesday 7 October 2008
Welcome to the Bayern Blog
Welcome to the online spiritual home of all things Bayern! This is where you can find all the information you need for the season. Here you will find your fixtures lists, team lists, match info and other relevant news. We'll also have match reviews, photos and videos from the coming season. It'll be available to everyone in the squad, anyone can contribute. Tuck in and appease your Bayern appetites with pithy comment, competitions, quizes, and recipes for making cake. This month: Battenburg!
Get yourselves ready for Wednesday, it's gonna be a bloodbath. We take on Morning Glory in what promises to be a thriller of a season-opener. Coming back from their years away on loan, Tommy Huntingford returns to partner last season's top score Georgie Outred (10 goals) in attack. This looks to be a finger-lickin good stike force with the potency of furious foxes. Pridge returns to the back four to rule the roost. Timmy Smith comes into the midfield after a year in Spain where he had an immpeckable season. Tom Evo returns from France to dance with chance in the Bayern advance. Benny Dollard returns in the other wing-back position; speaking on Monday night, he believes this season will be 'truly remarkable'. Coxy comes in from the cold to warm his hands on the blistering shots he so easily traps. And French signing David Fardi makes his depute on the wing. Olly Pemberton, Bayern stalwart, returns for his third season along with 'The Colonel' Armo, together they are living embodiment of 'Viennetta Pro Gratis'. Brendan Earley-Bird sets to feature. It is, I believe, his grace most of all that sets him apart form the common riff-raff of the amateur sunday-leaguists. Together they all stand like a tour de force of strong towers, the creme de la creme of creamy football genius, the cutting edge in incisive attacking, top class class toppers, state of the art artistic athletic statment makers.
Get yourselves ready for Wednesday, it's gonna be a bloodbath. We take on Morning Glory in what promises to be a thriller of a season-opener. Coming back from their years away on loan, Tommy Huntingford returns to partner last season's top score Georgie Outred (10 goals) in attack. This looks to be a finger-lickin good stike force with the potency of furious foxes. Pridge returns to the back four to rule the roost. Timmy Smith comes into the midfield after a year in Spain where he had an immpeckable season. Tom Evo returns from France to dance with chance in the Bayern advance. Benny Dollard returns in the other wing-back position; speaking on Monday night, he believes this season will be 'truly remarkable'. Coxy comes in from the cold to warm his hands on the blistering shots he so easily traps. And French signing David Fardi makes his depute on the wing. Olly Pemberton, Bayern stalwart, returns for his third season along with 'The Colonel' Armo, together they are living embodiment of 'Viennetta Pro Gratis'. Brendan Earley-Bird sets to feature. It is, I believe, his grace most of all that sets him apart form the common riff-raff of the amateur sunday-leaguists. Together they all stand like a tour de force of strong towers, the creme de la creme of creamy football genius, the cutting edge in incisive attacking, top class class toppers, state of the art artistic athletic statment makers.
Our football begs the question...
-----------------------IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE?---------------------
Monday 6 October 2008
Season 08/09 Begins
The new intramural season is here and the Bayern side looks stronger than ever! The return of several key figures makes for a promising start to the season which begins this Wednesday with a match against Morning Glory. Kick off is at 14:00 at Jack Kane.
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