Boundary Boos
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Rubbish!!!!
Not fit to wear the shirt!!!
He couldn’t give a monkeys!!!!
No fight!!!!
Bring back Andy Ritchie!!!!
Failsworth over my dead body!!!!
Sack the board!!!!
Sack the club!!!!
We hate Man United and they really care what we think!!!!!
ARGHHHHH!!!!!
I’m lost for words how bad everything is at the minute BOOOOO
Say Boo to Failsworth
Do you not have the cranial capacity to put together a decent letter with some actually valid points? Or are you just - ah forget it
Dear Boundary Boos
It is with great dejection that I must leave my duties of representing you fine fellows at Oldham Athletic Football Club and press on over to the other side of Heywood to the captivating town of Bury. I hope over the last few months that you have rejoiced in the recopies of which you have no doubt been flourishing.
May I wish you all the best in the fated your old kitchen cohort
Keigan Parker
x
thank you ever so much for your contribution to our page, we wish you all the best at Bury and I'm sure every single Latics fan is grateful of all the hard work you have put in over the past few months, your recipes were fantastic, we'll miss you
Dear Boundary Boos I’m writing to complain about the disgusting behavior of some of our fellow supporters, indeed I have heard people sing very naughty words at some of the players and it is just not called for. Not to mention the persistent standing that goes on, it has put me off going to games and I now read my match report and about all the filth that goes on in the Daily Mail.
Mr Tim O’Dae
there are some really miserable bastards posting this week
Monday, 29 March 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Flavs's Disco Moves
Hey baby disco Flavs here telling you about the world of Disco, when your out on the razzmatazz on the tiles of Oldham remember one thing you follow the Flavs and it’s ladeez you’ll bag!!!
To start off you lead with your right foot and take three steps back YEAAAHHH!!!
Then tap the left foot against the right foot and clap your hands - BABY!!!
Then you make the move over again only leading with the left foot - GROOOVEE!!!
Take your left foot to the side, then cross the right foot behind the left foot - COOOOL!!!!
Then take your left foot to the side again hit your right foot against your left and clap - FEEEEEELLL!!!
Then do the same again but leading with you right foot - AWWW YEEAAHH!!
That is how you do the California Hustle
Stay Funky
Gunnars Gunz!!!
Hallo; Ya man Gunner is back, when all you suckers were trapped in all that snow I spent time over in Kentucky meeting my old friends from Iraq.
My friends Bubba and Randy were hanging out on the sofa drinking Dr Pepper with Jim Beam and watching NASCAR like hillbillies do; when they were speaking about a Civil War re-enactments, and the beast that lives inside this Norwegian mutha fukka arose - I just had to get on it.
So we headed out to Knox County to re-enact the Battle of Barbourville, it was time to show them know-it-all Yanks how a real man handles his gun. Just like in the real Battle of Barbourville we took them commie, liberal sissys back to where they came from and retired to the TV in the yard next to Bubba’s pick-up truck to watch the Cyclones whoop the Wranglers WOOOOOO!!!!
Ciao
Friday, 5 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Keigan's Kitchen Part III
Sorry for the delay but because of the situation we were in, we can now bring you a delayed version of Keigan's Kitchen New Year edition
Good Auld lands tine to you all!!
I was rather dashed down in my hopes when I was informed of the account that the pitch at Boundary Park was rather unplayable. But at least I was adept to performing the task of bringing forth a good collation for my good old chum Mr Sean Gregan, as he burnt out the clutch on his Range Rover and it was a choice of staying in the ghastly slum that is Oldham or surrender with me to my Lovely Cottage in the Dumfrieshire Countryside; I like to think what I’ve created up here is similar to what my good old friend Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall has set-up down Dorest. Mr Gregan certainly enjoyed disposing of my Ducks that we prepared with the following array of plush and deluxe flavors.
Constituents
1 Duck Breast (fat on)
1 Sprig of fresh mint
1 Large garlic clove
1 Large dried chili
Rock or Sea Salt
Olive Oil
Arrangement
1. Heat oven to 200c.
2. Put the mint leaves, garlic clove, dried chili and a good pinch of salt into a pestle and mortar. Crush to an earthy texture.
(this is the rub, and made in larger quantities can be kept for a few months at least).
3. Either in the pestle and mortar or in a separate bowl, mix together the rub and the olive oil to make a paste.
4. Score the fat on the duck breast and rub the paste into both sides of the breast.
5. Heat a frying pan, place the breast, fat side down in the pan for 5 min, or until the fat colours. Turn over to seal the meat.
6. Place the breast in the oven dish and cook for 30-40 mins.
7. Eat. :)
Libation
Seeing as my good friend Sean is with me I have decided to keep the Vino in the Cooler and opt for a more surrogate as my friend is a big fan of the spirit and with the weather being like it is nothing will warm the cockles of your heart as a good old glass of port. Sean is a great admirer of a fine port, there is a feeling ample impulsion when Mr. Gregan brings along a bottle of Port, Brandy or Cognac for us to groom our minds for Battle. With this dish the two of us had a good bethink of times gone by, over a good vintage 1992 bottle of Quinta do Vesuvio.
I would like to thirst upon you all a primo New Year and hope you all live life as well as we like to in Dumfrieshire
Keigan
xx
Good Auld lands tine to you all!!
I was rather dashed down in my hopes when I was informed of the account that the pitch at Boundary Park was rather unplayable. But at least I was adept to performing the task of bringing forth a good collation for my good old chum Mr Sean Gregan, as he burnt out the clutch on his Range Rover and it was a choice of staying in the ghastly slum that is Oldham or surrender with me to my Lovely Cottage in the Dumfrieshire Countryside; I like to think what I’ve created up here is similar to what my good old friend Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall has set-up down Dorest. Mr Gregan certainly enjoyed disposing of my Ducks that we prepared with the following array of plush and deluxe flavors.
Constituents
1 Duck Breast (fat on)
1 Sprig of fresh mint
1 Large garlic clove
1 Large dried chili
Rock or Sea Salt
Olive Oil
Arrangement
1. Heat oven to 200c.
2. Put the mint leaves, garlic clove, dried chili and a good pinch of salt into a pestle and mortar. Crush to an earthy texture.
(this is the rub, and made in larger quantities can be kept for a few months at least).
3. Either in the pestle and mortar or in a separate bowl, mix together the rub and the olive oil to make a paste.
4. Score the fat on the duck breast and rub the paste into both sides of the breast.
5. Heat a frying pan, place the breast, fat side down in the pan for 5 min, or until the fat colours. Turn over to seal the meat.
6. Place the breast in the oven dish and cook for 30-40 mins.
7. Eat. :)
Libation
Seeing as my good friend Sean is with me I have decided to keep the Vino in the Cooler and opt for a more surrogate as my friend is a big fan of the spirit and with the weather being like it is nothing will warm the cockles of your heart as a good old glass of port. Sean is a great admirer of a fine port, there is a feeling ample impulsion when Mr. Gregan brings along a bottle of Port, Brandy or Cognac for us to groom our minds for Battle. With this dish the two of us had a good bethink of times gone by, over a good vintage 1992 bottle of Quinta do Vesuvio.
I would like to thirst upon you all a primo New Year and hope you all live life as well as we like to in Dumfrieshire
Keigan
xx
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Hey guys and gals
Sorry we've been away for so long it's been a difficult few months for us, first there was the Court case concerning our friends Beaver and Agogo then there was the departure of our Hungarian friends which took a very heavy toll on us, (the court case is still ongoing btw):
Deer Boundry Boos
I think youll agree with me wen you say that this seeson has turnd into the worse I have evr seen. We dont scoor enough goals because the forwereds don't have the hart!! Not only should Dave Penny ressing but TTA shud go because this moov to Manchester is scandulus! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mr D Moody
well at least you managed to spell Boo correct
Dear Boundary Boos
It’s come to my attention that we’ve come to the end of the decade so I think it’s time people came up with their “team of the decade”, here is mine
GK - Adam Collin
RB - Ben Turner
LB - Stuart Giddings
CB - Kangana Ndiwa
CB - Mark Hotte
RM - Michael Clegg
CM - Wayne Gill
CM - David Lee
LM - Phil Salt
CF - Neville Roach
CF - Dean Crowe
I know what your thinking but I bet those 11 players would beat the shower that we’ve got now!!!
Barry Alan Pincus
Are you the same Barry Alan Pincus who was the BBC correspondent for The South Sandwich Island in 2001/03 and again in 2005/09?
Dear Lads
Why have you got that bone idle Keigan Parker cooking fancy dan rubbish on your page, you should appeal more to people like me and have some propper food, none of that foreign muck. I want my spuds on the right, my veg on the left, my meat on the top and my pint of Tetleys just off to the side - THATS THE WAY IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE AND IT SHOULD NEVER CHANGE
yours miserably
Say Booo to Failsworth
I'd love to see how you coped with the Digital Switchover, that is of course if you have a TV
BBs
I think it's disgusting that Cher was not included in your poll for the best Dog, Cher is a first-rate bitch and all of us down at Failsworth kennels all agree that Cher is far better behaved than the other dogs mentioned in the poll and to us will always be number 1.
**** you, you ******* *****, what the **** do you know about what we *******, stand for you ******* ******* go **** and shove a wet fish up your ******* ****** up **** you peice of ****** ****!!!
Deer Boundry Boos
I think youll agree with me wen you say that this seeson has turnd into the worse I have evr seen. We dont scoor enough goals because the forwereds don't have the hart!! Not only should Dave Penny ressing but TTA shud go because this moov to Manchester is scandulus! BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mr D Moody
well at least you managed to spell Boo correct
Dear Boundary Boos
It’s come to my attention that we’ve come to the end of the decade so I think it’s time people came up with their “team of the decade”, here is mine
GK - Adam Collin
RB - Ben Turner
LB - Stuart Giddings
CB - Kangana Ndiwa
CB - Mark Hotte
RM - Michael Clegg
CM - Wayne Gill
CM - David Lee
LM - Phil Salt
CF - Neville Roach
CF - Dean Crowe
I know what your thinking but I bet those 11 players would beat the shower that we’ve got now!!!
Barry Alan Pincus
Are you the same Barry Alan Pincus who was the BBC correspondent for The South Sandwich Island in 2001/03 and again in 2005/09?
Dear Lads
Why have you got that bone idle Keigan Parker cooking fancy dan rubbish on your page, you should appeal more to people like me and have some propper food, none of that foreign muck. I want my spuds on the right, my veg on the left, my meat on the top and my pint of Tetleys just off to the side - THATS THE WAY IT SHOULD ALWAYS BE AND IT SHOULD NEVER CHANGE
yours miserably
Say Booo to Failsworth
I'd love to see how you coped with the Digital Switchover, that is of course if you have a TV
BBs
I think it's disgusting that Cher was not included in your poll for the best Dog, Cher is a first-rate bitch and all of us down at Failsworth kennels all agree that Cher is far better behaved than the other dogs mentioned in the poll and to us will always be number 1.
**** you, you ******* *****, what the **** do you know about what we *******, stand for you ******* ******* go **** and shove a wet fish up your ******* ****** up **** you peice of ****** ****!!!
The good old Days by Alvis Williamsonson – part 1
Everyone remembers them days of Joe Royle and the “punch-me” season when we got to the Argos Cup final and two FL Cup semi finals when we lost both times to Man City, but I like to go back to a time which you may not be too aware of. I was never a fan of Richie, Royle and Ricky Holden because one was Scouse, one was a Manc and the other was a filthy Yorkshireman. I remember back in the 1930’s when we had local greats such as Norbert Blanchflower, Larry St Gilbert and of course how could you forget the great Charles “Jet-propel-speed” Bloomer.
The game in question is the 1933 Ashton and District cup and it was one unforgettable game against Duckinfield Juniors, 58,000 ‘tic crammed into the Athletic Ground (as it was known back then) to watch a classic. The game began with a visit from his Royal Highness King William VI, who walked the two teams onto the pitch Oldham in Blue and White, Ducky in all Yellow. In those days the player got changed in the Queens at the top of Sheepfoot Lane and the pre-match warm-up was the short walk down to the pitch after a couple of shots of brandy and a Lemon sponge, the clubs Inside Forward Dick Cockburn used to have to walk all the way from Macclesfield as in those days people weren’t soft. Half-Back Terry Taylor used to spend the other days of the week working on the docks in Liverpool then the remaining Friday and Sunday sweeping the East Lancs Road with his feet, that is probably the reason why he would regularly break his opponents leg, back then of course he would get the magic sponge and carry on playing.
Anyway the game began with a swift long ball landing straight at the feet of Blanchflower but Ducky full back Gordon Dougan was having none of it and kicked the Ball and Blanchflower out of touch for a goal kick. The first goal of the game went to Duck when Harry Sherbert beat his man with his wiggle (probably learnt when dancing to Duke Ellington) and his a powerful shot which bounced in the mud and splashed George “the Cat” Lillywhite in the eyes and he missed the ball 1-0 Ducky. But the lads soon responded with a quick-fire hat-trick from who else but “Jet-propel” Bloomer, one with his left, the other with his right, the third off his arse. Ducky then responded with a classic goal from that era a long ball by Godfrey Bannerman lead to a scuffle in the box, Lillywhite catches the ball but Norman Oldfield barged him over the line, players weren’t soft like they are now and the goal was given. Half time it was 3-2 to Oldham and the players built up their strength with a few light ales and some liver flavoured porridge.
The second half got away with a dazzling run from St Gilbert was fit for the King and he rounded off by blasting the ball home, 4-2 but Ducky weren’t done yet they’re star man Bert Bentley was always a hand-full and he had a rocket shot, which was as powerful as a right-hook from Joe Louis 4-3. Then the star of the show again none other than “Jet-propel” Bloomer played a long ball out of the box only for himself to catch it onto his own head in the Duck penalty box round off a fine victory for the Latics 5-3 Duckinfield and the Trophy was lifted high amongst the jubilant and joyous spectators with screams of “Oldham for the Cup, Oldham for the Cup, EI ADEO Oldham for the Cup!!!!!”, there was parties on the streets for days afterwards and the then manager Mr Beesley when he died had his Ashes scattered into the trophy because of the sheer brilliance for that day, a whole generation of Latics fans will remember where they stood on the day they won the Ashton and District Cup.
The game in question is the 1933 Ashton and District cup and it was one unforgettable game against Duckinfield Juniors, 58,000 ‘tic crammed into the Athletic Ground (as it was known back then) to watch a classic. The game began with a visit from his Royal Highness King William VI, who walked the two teams onto the pitch Oldham in Blue and White, Ducky in all Yellow. In those days the player got changed in the Queens at the top of Sheepfoot Lane and the pre-match warm-up was the short walk down to the pitch after a couple of shots of brandy and a Lemon sponge, the clubs Inside Forward Dick Cockburn used to have to walk all the way from Macclesfield as in those days people weren’t soft. Half-Back Terry Taylor used to spend the other days of the week working on the docks in Liverpool then the remaining Friday and Sunday sweeping the East Lancs Road with his feet, that is probably the reason why he would regularly break his opponents leg, back then of course he would get the magic sponge and carry on playing.
Anyway the game began with a swift long ball landing straight at the feet of Blanchflower but Ducky full back Gordon Dougan was having none of it and kicked the Ball and Blanchflower out of touch for a goal kick. The first goal of the game went to Duck when Harry Sherbert beat his man with his wiggle (probably learnt when dancing to Duke Ellington) and his a powerful shot which bounced in the mud and splashed George “the Cat” Lillywhite in the eyes and he missed the ball 1-0 Ducky. But the lads soon responded with a quick-fire hat-trick from who else but “Jet-propel” Bloomer, one with his left, the other with his right, the third off his arse. Ducky then responded with a classic goal from that era a long ball by Godfrey Bannerman lead to a scuffle in the box, Lillywhite catches the ball but Norman Oldfield barged him over the line, players weren’t soft like they are now and the goal was given. Half time it was 3-2 to Oldham and the players built up their strength with a few light ales and some liver flavoured porridge.
The second half got away with a dazzling run from St Gilbert was fit for the King and he rounded off by blasting the ball home, 4-2 but Ducky weren’t done yet they’re star man Bert Bentley was always a hand-full and he had a rocket shot, which was as powerful as a right-hook from Joe Louis 4-3. Then the star of the show again none other than “Jet-propel” Bloomer played a long ball out of the box only for himself to catch it onto his own head in the Duck penalty box round off a fine victory for the Latics 5-3 Duckinfield and the Trophy was lifted high amongst the jubilant and joyous spectators with screams of “Oldham for the Cup, Oldham for the Cup, EI ADEO Oldham for the Cup!!!!!”, there was parties on the streets for days afterwards and the then manager Mr Beesley when he died had his Ashes scattered into the trophy because of the sheer brilliance for that day, a whole generation of Latics fans will remember where they stood on the day they won the Ashton and District Cup.
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