The Bloggers’ Ball 2017

To all those who attended and survived…I salute you.

And to all those who missed out – like The Isle of Wight Festival in 1969 or the first Sex Pistols gig or when we beat Arsenal 5-1 in the snow – in years to come you’ll be saying:-

“Oh Yeah! Bloggers’ Ballbash 2017? I was there alright. A Classic!”

And so it was.

My particular Ballbash started on Friday when we drove up from Bournemouth to APV and met Clive.

And finished on Monday morning with a quick outing to the Molineux Megastore.

The days in between are starting to fade into a warm, comfortable glow but I’ve been told by the PMDG’er that I enjoyed them.

I’m not going to go into too much written detail because the * film that I’ve cobbled together pretty much sums up the time that we bloggers spent putting the World – and the Wolves – to rights.

* Warning! Contains strong language and scenes that might be disturbing to those of a nervous disposition.

Suffice to say it was a privilege to have spent some quality time with some old friends and some new faces who, hopefully, will come again and become part of the band of brothers that are renowned throughout the land. Or bloody well should be anyway.

And it was an absolute honour to be entertained by Steve Daley and Willie Carr – what a coup that was!

Many thanks to Brompton and Stu for setting it all up. Top men!

Another point, that the PMDG’er has just made to me. The Bloggers’ Ball is as much for the Bloggettes as the Bloggers. Wives and girlfriends are welcome and the ones who attended last weekend all had a blast.

Come along and see.

I was looking for some best or worst memories of being a Wolves fan over the years and managed to get a few on film but some people were too shy, or too fed up with me poking a camera in their faces, to comment.

If you would have liked to have contributed and I missed you, I’m sorry, but “we’d all had a drink”…

…and there’s always next year.

Give us a new blog

As the comments on Ben’s minutes gradually slide downhill from witty pertinence – mine of course lol – through slight irrelevance, to downright ridiculous – I’ll leave you to decide whose contributions fit the last two descriptions – the shouts have got louder.

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This last thread has celebrated its month long vigil on the Wolves Blog and seen:- us out of Europe, my pond officially opened by the Twixfixes, a fat tart headlining Glastonbury (not Mr Moxey), nice Mr Cameron resigning, Little Jimmy Krankie threatening another referendum, half the shadow cabinet throwing their toys out of the pram and Jeremy Corbyn… well… doing absolutely bugger all as always.

We desperately need ‘Something Wolves’ to talk about and pick apart.

The trouble is, pretty much the same as with most close seasons or transfer windows, there’s NOTHING happening.

We’re linked with this player and have shown interest in that player and we’re having trouble getting a work permit for the other. We’re being bought by this multi gazillionaire and that ex rock star is interested in having his two pennyworth.

Yawn!

Give us a break!!

Or rather don’t give us a break, give us something to talk about, something to look forward to, something to give us hope that next season isn’t going to be a Groundhog Day of this last one.

I was on the blower to Scooped the other evening, and I said to him that we needed a new blog and he replied that Thomas and Ben were up to their necks in work and until there’s some concrete news about the Club they can’t afford the time to come up with an idea for one just for the sake of it.

I understand where they are coming from.

He also said “You want a new blog, why not write one yourself?”. That’s not an exact quote, I’ve left out a few expletives.

So I had a think and tried to come up with a few ideas.

How about picking eleven ex Wolves players who are representing their countries in the Euros and seeing if they would beat the present team?

I started off with Hennessy, Vokes, Ward, Edwards, Keane, then then I thought “Well, Edwards is already part of our team, how can he play against himself?” Then I got bored and wandered off to look at my lovely pond.

Then I thought of what’s the worst form of torture we could all come up with for certain portly CEOs.

But I guess it’s obvious. Having to watch the Wolves next season if we don’t get some new players.

In the end, I knocked it on the head.

But I think Scooped was right.

It’s not easy coming up with ideas for new blogs.

If you lot want a new thread, one of you come up with an idea!

Bloggers’ Ball 2016

It”s that time of year again.

Season done. Hopes and dreams locked away once more until next time.

After all the dust has settled and we are sitting on the beach with our hankies on our heads, Money Shop monogrammed budgie smugglers barely covering our naughty bits and our skin turning the colour of Steve Morgan’s face after we’ve just been stuffed 5-1 at home by the saddos from sandwell, what have we got to show for a season that started with such high hopes and ended as flat as a witches tit?

Sod all really.

Injuries, departures, crass decisions in high places and insipid performances on the pitch have left us all feeling completely underwhelmed.

Is there any happy memory that we can look back on and treasure over the close season?

Oh! Yes!

The Third Annual Bloggers’ Ball!

It was blessed, as the two previous have been, with a perfect Spring day. The Park View was bathed in sunshine as the Bloggers arrived for a pre-match quickie.

It was so good to meet up with the regulars again. It’s odd to think that some of us have only met a couple of times but I count you all as good mates.

There were some new faces too, which was good to see, but let’s have more next year Eh?

As everybody who has attended a BB knows, it’s not a posh get together for an elite few (have you seen Clive’s table manners?). It’s just a few mates having a quiet drink before the match, a slightly less quiet drink after the match and a rather noisy nosh in the evening for those who choose.

..Oh! And I think that there might be some football involved as well. Although, on the evidence of the season just finished, I’m not too sure about that.

I’m going to keep this short so I won’t list all who were there. Suffice to say we enjoyed a few beers, some lively conversation and the company of a few Sheffield Wednesday fans who breezed in and turned out to be almost human.

And they said that they’d let us win just to make our day.

The evening meal was good fun but the silly tie competition was a bit of a damp squib. Clive’s was unrepeatable, Stu Wolf’s was unelectable, TwixFixes was uneatable and mine was unplayable – two thirds passed on to the great Bloggers’ Ball in the sky and one with dodgy knees.

Sunday morning saw the ones who had stayed the night, playing ‘Hunt the Clive’ over breakfast.

We’re still looking, he must have hidden well.

As always, yours truly was there to make sure that some of the proceedings were immortalised on film for future generations to marvel at.

And, as always, yours truly had a bit of trouble doing it. The sound, in places, leaves a lot to be desired (as does the cast). Apologies for that

But it’s here and on general release with a PG rating. (Puerile Gobbledygook). So watch and enjoy.

It only remains for me to thank all bloggers for their contributions over the season, especially Thomas for keeping the thing going under huge pressure of work, Ben Rasmin for his welcome and erudite match reports and Ben for keeping the faith and attending the Wolves Parliament meetings.

And on a very personal note, I am now clear of the cancer that affected my right tonsil and on the road back to what passes for normality in the DOOGooder household. I have received loads of support from family and friends over several months of complete hell and I thank all of you who have telephoned me with good wishes, sent get well cards (and cartoons, you have a very talented husband Border Wolf!) or messages on the blog.

They were all received with grateful thanks and helped me through a very dark night time of the soul.

It’s put a lot of things into perspective for me.

Whatever happens next season, it’s only football and, in the great scheme of things, matters little.

Oh! If only I could believe that!