No Jobs, No Brains
This weekend was the annual Christian Union House Party. Believe it or not, this wasn’t in a house and, well, there wasn’t even a party in the conventional sense; instead it was a conference in Wales where we learnt more about the cross and had bags of time to spend getting to know people we’d only said hello to once out of politeness (twice if you’d forgotten that you’d already spoken to them beforehand – a common schoolboy error). If I’m honest, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to going, as the weekend also coincided with my 20th Birthday – this meant that I’d be losing my teenage status; something I am, to this minute, upset about; I no longer have the excuse to be immature (though this wont stop me don’t worry). Also, I wasn’t really in the mood to be sociable- believe it or not I’m quite an introverted person, and prefer my own company (to be fair who can blame me I am pretty *INSERT NICE WORD HERE TO BUILD UP EGO*).
With that said, I can honestly say that God really blessed me over the weekend with a plethora of good bible-based, challenging talks, and some great conversations where I actually got to know some people a bit deeper, opposed to the normal skin deep banter which is the norm. Instead of coming back tired and dejected, and came back encouraged, and well, tired (due to the total of 5 hours restless sleep in one weekend).
Apart from the talks and the worthwhile natters, one thing which really stood out was the annual North vs. South match. Coming off the back of an 14-11 routing of the North last year the South, with William “Lionhearted” Leonard at the helm were in high spirits about our chance this year. Battle cries of
“No jobs, no brains”
“you are illiterate, and illegitimate, we pay your benefits and you’re all idiots”
echoed across the valley as the South team charged across the battle field – eager to impose themselves early on the game. As the valiant men and women fell silent to fervently waiting for their opponents to appear, the ground started to shake. Out of the chalets atop the crest of the hill came swarms of Northern Monkeys. Slowly they sauntered onto the pitch, sneering foul and abusive chants not decent to post on such a pure blog. When they had finally reached the pitch there was a small horde of Northern-folk, easily outnumbering the gallant Southerners 2:1. At this point, the South were in desperate need of inspiration. Through the mist William the “Lionhearted” Leonard strides towards the Northern scum, no fear evident in his deep-set eyes. This is what followed: -
“Let me tell you a story. It’s from the Bible. A long time ago the Israelites were facing a terrible foe; the Philistines. The Philistines were giants of men, and were strong in number; nobody thought they could lose. Then, from nowhere, a young boy, David, stands up, with the help of God, to the whole army, and slays there champion Goliath with a single stone. The point of this tail is that, you may have more men, you may have better players, and you may destroy us, but throughout all this the South will stand undivided, giving their all to their final breath. If they can stand they will fight, if they can’t stand they will still fight; only when they have been maimed sufficiently will they curl up and die”.
Note- this has been slightly adapted for dramatic emphasis.
Anyway, as the game got underway it was clear to see that the South were fighting a losing battle. The sheer weight in numbers made it impossible for the South to cope, and although every player gave 210%, and sometimes 310%, the final score was 17-8. This in no way reflected the overall performances of the two teams and if I’m honest, I am proud to be South. After the game, the Northern mob disbursed as quickly as they’d arrived; relieved to have won what was really a no-contest game. The South however, rejoiced for many minutes; reliving ever goal and every save. Many photos were taken, and the annual dive-down-the-hill-on-your-stomach was achieved, not once, but twice. It really was a perfect birthday; the memories from that game will live on longer than any jibe or insult throw by a pretty Northerner.
I better leave it there, though I could go on for hours. It was a beautiful moment, a beautiful day, and a beautiful victory for the art that is football; it’s not about the winning, it’s about JOGA (play beautifully). I’ll leave you with a picture of the noble South – the real winners.
Take Care
Daniel
With that said, I can honestly say that God really blessed me over the weekend with a plethora of good bible-based, challenging talks, and some great conversations where I actually got to know some people a bit deeper, opposed to the normal skin deep banter which is the norm. Instead of coming back tired and dejected, and came back encouraged, and well, tired (due to the total of 5 hours restless sleep in one weekend).
Apart from the talks and the worthwhile natters, one thing which really stood out was the annual North vs. South match. Coming off the back of an 14-11 routing of the North last year the South, with William “Lionhearted” Leonard at the helm were in high spirits about our chance this year. Battle cries of
“No jobs, no brains”
“you are illiterate, and illegitimate, we pay your benefits and you’re all idiots”
echoed across the valley as the South team charged across the battle field – eager to impose themselves early on the game. As the valiant men and women fell silent to fervently waiting for their opponents to appear, the ground started to shake. Out of the chalets atop the crest of the hill came swarms of Northern Monkeys. Slowly they sauntered onto the pitch, sneering foul and abusive chants not decent to post on such a pure blog. When they had finally reached the pitch there was a small horde of Northern-folk, easily outnumbering the gallant Southerners 2:1. At this point, the South were in desperate need of inspiration. Through the mist William the “Lionhearted” Leonard strides towards the Northern scum, no fear evident in his deep-set eyes. This is what followed: -
“Let me tell you a story. It’s from the Bible. A long time ago the Israelites were facing a terrible foe; the Philistines. The Philistines were giants of men, and were strong in number; nobody thought they could lose. Then, from nowhere, a young boy, David, stands up, with the help of God, to the whole army, and slays there champion Goliath with a single stone. The point of this tail is that, you may have more men, you may have better players, and you may destroy us, but throughout all this the South will stand undivided, giving their all to their final breath. If they can stand they will fight, if they can’t stand they will still fight; only when they have been maimed sufficiently will they curl up and die”.
Note- this has been slightly adapted for dramatic emphasis.
Anyway, as the game got underway it was clear to see that the South were fighting a losing battle. The sheer weight in numbers made it impossible for the South to cope, and although every player gave 210%, and sometimes 310%, the final score was 17-8. This in no way reflected the overall performances of the two teams and if I’m honest, I am proud to be South. After the game, the Northern mob disbursed as quickly as they’d arrived; relieved to have won what was really a no-contest game. The South however, rejoiced for many minutes; reliving ever goal and every save. Many photos were taken, and the annual dive-down-the-hill-on-your-stomach was achieved, not once, but twice. It really was a perfect birthday; the memories from that game will live on longer than any jibe or insult throw by a pretty Northerner.
I better leave it there, though I could go on for hours. It was a beautiful moment, a beautiful day, and a beautiful victory for the art that is football; it’s not about the winning, it’s about JOGA (play beautifully). I’ll leave you with a picture of the noble South – the real winners.
Take Care
Daniel
posted by Daniel at 4:17 PM
6 Comments:
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Noble noble south...
Good call.
(Post removed by blog administrator? - ooh am intrigued)
I think you'll find that the final score was 18-7 golden. Also if the north was goliath and the south was david, how come goliath completely obliterated david? Your analogy doesn't work danny boyy.
Basically french, you're all just basically french!
(Sorry couldn't resist)
gareth is funny.
pretty northerner... aww you're so lovely to us :) x
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