Horrnets Nest

Tonight sees a rest bite from the poor league form, as the tigers take the long journey south to play Watford in the 3rd round of the Carling Cup. But with Watford , newly promoted into Premiership also in a run of poor form , it might give a bit encouragement to City and put on a positive performance and progress to 4th Round and a money spinning tie against one of the big guns.

Sign Her up

With the ball control she has the Tigers should sign her up.
Good chest down and keeps it tight in the box

Not Good Reading

I may be a loyal Tigers fan and would generally hate the the likes of The White Sh**e , The Wendies and Terriers but i am aProud Yorkshire man. The Current CCC table is not good reading. The Four of us occupying the bottom of the table this has to change and soon. But cannot see it happening in foreseeable future

If it carries on all the way through to next May we could see Only one of us left occupying a place top two divisions of English Football

Missed Opportunities

The fans turned up in dwindelling numbers 14,800 or so , down to the die hards or fools.
The Hatters fans could have probably used a couple of taxis rather than the bus they arrived in. So as the Ref blew his whistle he started a game which promised so much for brief spells, but between him and his assistants the dragged the game down with some appalling decsions. The worst was dissallowing a goal to the Tigers in the last minute of normal time. So for 90 minutes Tigers showed a little Teeth but no real bite.

So making a break for the exit and the 5 mile drive home, to ponder over what iI had just witnessed ,
I got a phone call from a good friend who had gone to see the Keane concert at local ice arena , did I make the right choice ?
The thing is I had the tickets for concert but due to this error in judgement and loyalty to the Tigers I sold the concert to her at face value and missed a great night by all accounts.

So as they say shit happens or life SUCKS

Mad as a Hatter

Well its 14.05 just 5 hours 45mins before the mighty Tigers take on The Hatters at the KC.
At the moment we are languishing, rooted to the bottom of the table, desparately in need of 3 points and hat full of goals .

So I will be donning the Black and Amber with the other 15,000 faithful and crying out come on you Tigers.
So come 22.00 hopefully I will be able to post good news , but dont hold your breath.

The Tigers Lair under the stars

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Tiger by William Blake

Sitting Before a Blank Screen

Sitting before a blank screen ready for a go at this blog thingy.
I think i now know now how the great artists at their staring at a blank canvas , and great writers with blank page before their great works , must have felt before they achived notoriety.