Showing posts with label Matty Fryatt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Matty Fryatt. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 March 2009

It All Adds Up


0 - The number of goals Cheltenham Town scored against us today
1 - Leicester City's position in League One
4 - The number of goals we scored against Cheltenham Town today
5 - The number of goals Leicester City Under 18s scored against Birmingham City earlier this week.
10 - The number of games left for us to play this season
28 - The number of goals Matty Fryatt has scored this season
135 - The number of years Leicester City FC has been going

And perhaps most importantly of all;

2 - The number of years I have been writing this blog today (can you believe it?)

Sunday, 22 February 2009

Eat Drink And Sleep Football


Yesterday, my lover and I spent time talking about the matches on in the afternoon.

Including of course Leicester City.

We listened out for the results then talked about those.

We spent 2 hours watching a DVD of the first 10 years of the Premiership.

Then we watched MOTD.

We got up this morning and watched the Championship matches on ITV, including a brief flash of Matty Fryatt scoring.

We chopped wood listening to Talk Sport.

We talked about today's results.

And we are going to be watching MOTD2 in a little while.

You have to say - without football my life would be completely empty.

Wouldn't it?

Saturday, 21 February 2009

A Load Of Offal


I saw a heart warming story on the regional news last night.

A Bristol Rovers fan gave his wife a kidney for Valentine's day.

Not as in bought from a butchers.

But as in under general anesthetic removing and replacing.

Maybe not the most obvious gift but romantic in its own way.

As a reward, players from the Rovers made a DVD for him telling him how groovy he is.

Nice eh?

It mirrors my own experience in a way.

I was kind to my lover this morning.

And Matty Fryatt scored a goal this afternoon for me.

Friday, 16 January 2009

Birthday Wishes


It's my birthday today.

Happy Birthday Georgina!

I share my birthday with Martin Jol amongst other footballers.

I've had to work unfortunately (Boo!)

But my dad has now been transferred back to my local hospital which is going to save me a round trip of 70 miles every evening (Hooray!)

And we're having fish and chips from the paper for tea (Hooray!)

And my daughter's coming over to see us (Hooray!)

And I've had some lovely presents - a necklace, some clothes, a bag, some money and some wine to name but a few (Hooray!)

What more could a birthday girl want?

Well a hatrick from Matty Fryatt against Yeovil on Monday would do very nicely thank you.

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

Counting My Chickens Before They Hatch


Conversation with my friend Sandy today;

Sandy: Hey Georgie. Good win on Saturday
Georgina: Of course. We're the best
Sandy: You're too good for that league
Georgina: We are. We weren't last season though. I love Nigel Pearson.

Of course there is a bit of me that knows it never pays to count your chickens before they hatch.

But I can't go around being miserable just in case can I?

And Matty Fryatt is back from his injury and firing on all cylinders.

I just hope no-one else has noticed.

We're going to be League One Champions right?

Oh and hopefully stuff Neil Warnock's lot in the replay tomorrow night.

Friday, 2 January 2009

A Few Things To Worry About


A fresh new year it may be but these are worrying times if you are a West Ham fan. I get the impression that even selling a sprinkling of players is not really going to touch the sides.

Meantime, Harry Pearson warns of the curse of SASS which has already afflicted several managers this season and could well continue to haunt others.

And Carlos Tevez remains concerned about the shape of his future at the ManUre, despite the odd reassurance. For what it's worth I think Tevez is completely amazing. I am at a loss to understand why he has been sidelined for much of this season - Berbatov or no Berbatov.

Finally, Matty Fryatt is in doubt for Saturday's FA Cup tie against Crystal Palace with a bad ankle. Poor lamb!

But then again what is it they say - cheer up it may never happen?

Which may prove to be right of course.

But then again it may not.

Saturday, 6 December 2008

Da Da Da Da Da Da Matty Fryatt


Da da da da da da Matty Fryatt. Da da da da da da Matty Fryatt.

Another hat trick.

The worry of course is that one of the bigger teams will make him an offer he can't refuse.

In the meantime though we'll just enjoy the success he is bringing us.

We love you Matty we do
We love you Matty we do
We love you Matty we do
Oh Matty we love you

Friday, 30 November 2007

I've Got A Little List


Life is full of lists. Isn't it?

Cristiano Renaldo is on the 'list' for the world player of the year award, along with Kaka and Lionel Messi.

Poor Harry Redknapp, our own MM and co. are of course on a list they would rather not be on.

Knowing that my readers will be of an intellectual bent, (well obviously because you appreciate this blog!), I'm sure you will have spotted the reference in the title to the Gilbert and Sullivan song of the same name.

What's great about the G&S list is that it is a list of people who won't be missed.

So what football personalities might find themselves on such a list?

Morhino? - No he is definitely missed. By many.
Mandaric? - No, I believe he would be missed.
Megson? - Who?
Fryatt? - Well he will definitely be missing, for the next match at least having lost his appeal against a red card.

I'm sure you will have 'lists' of your own.

Me - I'm off to write my Christmas list. Don't want my lover being lost for ideas do I?

Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Bloody Nose


Leicester City - 1 goal

Aston Villa - 1 bloody nose

Matty Fryatt - there's only 1 Matty Fryatt!!!!!!

Saturday, 7 April 2007

Who Am I? Who Am I?

Who am I? I am Matty Fryatt. Aged 21. Number 12 in the LCFC squad. I am a striker.

Not to be confused with Matty Groves who was killed by a nobleman after being seduced by his wife. Poor little lamb.

Our Matty (born Matthew Charles) is just a bit younger than my own son, who doesn't play football but is the sweetest lad (and who will have something to say about what I have just done to his street cred if he ever reads this!)

According to his own website, Matty still lives at home with his parents and his favourite drink is milk shake. Bless!

Matty has been injured for the last couple of months. He made his comeback on Friday and scored a goal against Derby. Hooray that man!

It is believed Matty has further potential. He will just need to be careful not to cut himself shaving once he starts. Otherwise he will have to miss more matches due to injury.