Kieffer Moore - just a thought

What's political correctness got to do with anything!?

 

I remember many moons back when the oddball with the stammer who used to sit near us in the Ponty took exception to a refereeing decision.

"Ref, yers given us nowt all afternoon, yer....yer...y-y-y-yer.... PRAT!"

The whole section fell about laughing at the sheer shitness of his long awaited insult.

 

nowt, bore off .

 

I don't get what the problem is with Kieffer. Players have returned from fractured skulls quicker. Unless that's what he's had on the quiet.

 

Used to be a big bald bloke in the east stand upper. Used to stand up and shout, you muppettt! Of course he became known as the Muppet man. A good ten to fifteen times a game he did it. Not seen him in years though.

 

I maybe missing something here and I apologise if I have, but he must have sustained a fractured skull to be out this long. If he has and its healed and now feels fit to play and gets the go ahead then he should play. COYR

 

I know the guy you’re talking about. A lot of the time he only shouted it as a one word insult with no other context - MUPPETTTT

 

Waste of a thread this. Could you all pack it in YOU WAZZOCKS

 

When I played football over in Doncaster we quite often used to get a Ref with an horrendous
stammer. He always got totally wrapped up in the play and sometimes he'd forget where he was.
He would watch a player attempt to shoot and pull his leg back as if he was going to kick the
ball. In one game , our team scored a brilliant goal and the Ref who was called Roy, jumped in
the air and did a fist pump whilst shouting " get in there.". In one game, he was running alongside one
of our midfield players who had the ball, when suddenly, the oppositions centre half slid in and
quite blatantly took our guy out. Roy went to halt the play to give us a free kick and wanted to say
"foul, " but with his stutter, all he could get out was "Fer, Fer, Fer fe fe fe , before giving it up as a
bad job and flapping his arms around whilst shouting " Fu, Fu, Fu, Fook it, play on. "!!!
I wasn't at one particular game, but one of my mates was and he told us of an incident when the home
teams winger put an inch perfect ball into the oppositions box, Roy completely forgot where he was
and leapt like a salmon and his head connected with the ball. Fortunately he put it over the crossbar.
He was a real character who truly loved the game. Refs were entitled to claim their travelling expenses.
Roy never took a penny. He asked the Secretary of the home side to donate his fee, to a charity of his choice.A truly great bloke, that sadly is no longer with us.

 

He sounds like an absolute genius !

 

He was MT. Everyone thought the World of him, which for a Ref was unprecedented. He was very civil and got to know all the players by name. If anyone transgressed, he'd address them by their Christian name and give a friendly warning to them as to their future actions. We were quite a physical team, but no one ever got a booking or a red card whilst he officiated. Our team was a Sunday League outfit. Every player also played on a Saturday at either Yorkshire League or Midland League standard ( probably Northern League or Unibond by today's standards). Four lads had also played as professionals, so had to register on " K" form to revert back to amateur status. We reached the semi final of the West Riding Challenge Cup one season and Roy was the Ref. He came into our dressing room and explained that to avoid any complaints, he wasn't going to call us by our Christian names. Our captain went to the Centre circle to toss up and Roy minus his dentures, looked at him and said " good afternoon Skipper" and proceeded to do three really exaggerated winks. We fell about laughing, because it was so obvious to all and sundry that he knew us. Didn't do us much good though. We conceded in the 89 th minute and our opponents Micklefield duly took their place in the final.