When the news broke I couldnt keep my concentration well. I wondered if I could get this weeks scores and fixtures out. But then I realised something. I had a break through.
Sometimes life deals unexpected news that is made all the more difficult because it has uncertainty linked to it. How many times have you heard or indeed uttered yourself, if only I knew the facts, If only you would tell me straight.
And so, we millers, face another uncertainty together.
In my work, dealing with Uncertainty is perhaps the number one difficulty. Tolerating uncertainty is the key. Its so hard because Uncertainty manifests huge potential emotion especially on the Anxiety-Anger Axis. If you can learn to tolerate it then options often become available. Act too soon and the waters get muddied. Act too slowly and the waters dry up.
WTF! I hear you!
well, this weeks bonus is all about tolerating uncertainty on the pitch.
For a wonderfully certain, wrote in stone and sealed in blood Bonus of 10 identify the team who hold the lead- in any game from this weeks fixtures-for the longest time.
Week 10.
1. Wolves 2 V Huddersfield 1
2. Blackburn 2 v Ipswich 2
3. Brighton 2 v Cardiff 0
4. Bristol City 2 MK Dons 2
5. Derby 2 V Brentford 0
6. Leeds 1 V Birmingham 2
7. Forest 1 V Hull 1
8. QPR 1 v Bolton 1
9. Reading 1 V Middlesbrough 1
10. Wednesday 2 V Preston 0
11. Charlton 1 Fulham 1
Certainly Uncertain Birmingham.
-- Edited by ian on Wednesday 30th of September 2015 09:38:39 AM
We can imagine the scene...back in the smoky 60s a skinny house wife puffs away on her park drive with a cheap whisky on the ottomen.
Downstairs the huge frame of her lumbering uncouth husband slouches fag in hand half propped on the settee.
"wheres me f***in tea"
Upstairs she takes another drag as she imagines his filthy paws all over her the night before and the stink of brandy still lingers on her collar bone.
she does not reply. The whisky is downed and the glass placed back on the ottomen that overflows with old cloth and sheets. Pausing, she grabs the bottle and fills her dirty glass before resting on her thighs and pushing herself up. She looks at the whisky and leaves.
"well"!
Dirty fukin pig, she thinks as she walks past in to the scullery and through into the kitchen proper. she sighs. Washing, dirty pots and pans and the grim of broken dreams from childhood is everywhere. If she could find the space to articulate she might declare ' f **k all gunna clean that up'. But she doesnt. its been a long time since she consulted herself in her diary.
she can hear the drone of the voice on the T.V. some solace it is when the dirty pig is out but she has come to expect his return by the close of service and 'God save the Queen' becomes an hilarious parody. ' f**k the queen she thinks, but then guilt pours over her'.
The dirty B*****d is shouting. she shudders instinctively. anything can set him off and she is just the tsunami washed up on forgotten shores.
Marge! Marge! she doesnt move. Expecting abuse, which at times is mercifully received breaking the hell of silence and anticipation she has to endure in all the spaces.
Marge! you fuking beauty. Marge! I love you!
Stunned not so much be the words but the cadence she turns around. The filthy pig is jumping up and down. For a moment she thinks he looks 20 years younger. For a moment, she feels like a women ought.
She walks through-what cruel fate befalls her is accepted before her first step is complete.
He (the dirty B*****d has fallen from her mind-she is in a spin) is on his knees, fists are clenched and she fears the worst. Marge! he yells, he is sobbing. His back is turned to her , half in rapture and half in shame. In that instant he is laid bare and a moments sanity strikes at him to reveal the poverty of his heart and destructiveness of his mind.
He is about to say something...he pauses. Marge, he says, back still to her as if Medusa had entered the room, Marge! Im sorry...
He then turns...but you can f**k the hell off because its the 60s and Ive just won the pools...
Here are this week scores:
S8=63
Exeter=61
GHF=53
T/C=42+10 bonus=52
Tony=51
PIDG=49
MMM=48
Andy=48
Ian=41
ONE=39
Sickly=36
TLA=30
Unifier=27
congratulations to Towd codger. He successfully predicted that Reading would hold the lead for the longest uncertainty to make them certain winners and a nice 10 bonus point too. Reading held the lead for 94 minutes, scoring in minute one, with the match ending in the 95th minute.
A mention goes out to The Loan Arranger, who not only had a shocker on the league, but for some reason decided to invent their own competition to presumable impress us with powers of prediction. Sadly, the red card and stevie mays goal also failed to materialise. Perhaps TLA doesnt like the current rules. One wonders why.
As usual please let me know if any mistakes and I will check.
-- Edited by ian on Wednesday 7th of October 2015 05:00:03 PM