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The biggest bottle job of all time is currently in progress...

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OK, my thread title is a bit hyperbolic but has anyone been following the Eredivisie?

This was the table after 29 games ( out of 34):

Ajax 29 gp 73 points
PSV 29 gp 64 points

The table right now:

PSV 33 gp 76 points
Ajax 33 gp 75 points

It's insane, they bottled a 9 point lead!
Ajax only managed to get 2 points in 4 games. They only needed 7 points in their last 5 games to secure the title ( goal difference). Only one of the games was against a top 4 side.

Today, they drew against 12th place Groeningen away, after the home team scored an equaliser in the 99th minute with 10 men on the pitch.


This was the reaction at PSV (won 4-1):


View: https://www.reddit.com/r/soccer/comments/1kmqgj8/psv_fans_reacting_to_groningens_goal/

It's not over yet though.

PSV will play away against 11th placed Sparta in the final game of the season.
While Ajax host 6th placed Twente.
 
Worth mentioning that PSV actually bottled it first. Had a 9 point gap to Ajax after 15 games played.

PSV 15 gp 42 points
Utrecht 15 gp 35 points
Ajax15 gp 33 points
 
Farioli is a shit coach who got lucky that PSV lost form. I'm not surprised at all that they bottled it, he's tactically clueless
 
Henderson after the game (Man City 2014, 2019, 2022)

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The Dutch league is a funny league, I like so many of the clubs that I'm sorta happy for whoever wins it, whereas I hate so many of the French, Spanish and Italian teams I wish their leagues would just implode. Well not really, but you get my drift. Barca and Madrid are entitled twats and Atletico are just horrible.
 
After living in Amsterdam and attending a few of their matches - back when riots, tear gas, dogs, riot police ignoring fighting and fires and just smoking pitch-side, and police horses riding through the stands was de riguer - I've a soft spot for Ajax.
 
After living in Amsterdam and attending a few of their matches - back when riots, tear gas, dogs, riot police ignoring fighting and fires and just smoking pitch-side, and police horses riding through the stands was de riguer - I've a soft spot for Ajax.
The first time I came to Amsterdam aged 19 I got stoned as possible and me and the lads ended up in the title winning party without realising, full of flares. We saw some guys lift a lampost out the concrete and throw it in the canal and then they asked us which team we supported. Thankfully I sobered enough in those seconds to say Ajax and not get launched in the canal. The F Side are mad fuckers
 
Oh god it's a long funny story. One of the stupidest few days of my life. If they did voicenotes on here it would be easy. It was the pre season thing when we were in a tournament with Milan, Galatasaray and Ajax. 2003. The whole build up needs to told to get the context. Got sort of kidnapped by the Ajax ultras who call themselves The Yids, the same way some Spurs fans used to. Anyway I didn't do anything that bad but I knew I'd fucked up and I deserved to be launched.
 
We didn't wobble. Why do people keep saying that we had a wobble? We won 9 and drew 2 of 12 league matches during our 'wobble'.
They failed to put pressure on when we weren't playing well, do you think those results would have been the same had Arsenal kept the heat on us? We'll never know, but there was a few occassions where they had the opportunity to get closer and didn't.
 
I agree with that sentiment, but yes, I do think we'd still have attained those results...

I guess we just define 'bottling it' differently. For me, it's pissing away a big lead or folding when you have clearly the best opportunity / are expected by everybody to win the competition. That does not define Arsenal this season.
 
Oh god it's a long funny story. One of the stupidest few days of my life. If they did voicenotes on here it would be easy. It was the pre season thing when we were in a tournament with Milan, Galatasaray and Ajax. 2003. The whole build up needs to told to get the context. Got sort of kidnapped by the Ajax ultras who call themselves The Yids, the same way some Spurs fans used to. Anyway I didn't do anything that bad but I knew I'd fucked up and I deserved to be launched.

Oh god this now makes it sound like I got launched for racial slurs ffs. I got launched for being a tit, but I was provoked by circumstance. The dudes playing a gabba version of Hava Nagila while doing stripes off the bar were calling themselves naughty words, and getting me in the correct state to act the goat.
 
OK I can explain it quite quickly really. Been in Amsterdam for a few days and bumped into people who used to put the club nights on I would DJ at years before but they were also the hooligan element of the Ajax crew. There's loads to this.. the culture, the madness, how they think it's all based on the UK casuals thing but is in fact way more mental. Anyways after the whole loads of jumping up and down and getting wound up to bits by pre match mad music and narcotics they wanted to cause shit with the Galatasaray fans and assumed I would too, that's when I kind of escaped cos I hate all that shit... But not before I'd been up for days, and so I got into the ground in the top corner of the stadium - behind fucking perspex - and couldn't see anything. Not cos of the perspex but I had flies eyes and there was 64 of everything. Anyways it turned out just rocking backwards and forwards on the stairs trying to focus and gurning wasn't acceptable to the stewards and I was fucked if I could find my seat, so I thought I'll stagger onto the concourse to get some sugar or anything that might fix my head. The best they could do was a massive cup of cola and a huge thingy of popcorn (I remember wanting chocolate but they didn't have any). I went to get back into the stand and as I was walking in the steward who had said I couldn't just lie on the floor / steps said 'don't do anything stupid with that' and I was thinking what the fuck could I do stupid with it, shove it up my arse? Try to snort it? But when I asked him his eyes looked over the perspex barrier and I was like, what you think I was going to launch it? It's like 20 euros worth of sugar. Only a complete dickhead would launch it and he looked at me like a complete dickhead and I thought fuck it he's right, and I launched it over the perspex. He made me do it. It was hypnosis or something. Proper Derren Brown behaviour, I hadn't even considered it and the second I did it I regretted it. I really wanted the sugar for a start. To be fair to everyone involved they could have kicked me down the stairs but they just walked me down. When I got the to the bottom and to the exit there was a girl leaving the ticket office and she felt sorry for me and ran me back into town. It was a very civilised ejection.

When I got back to our room my mate, who was meant to be at the match and who I assumed I'd left there, was already back, lying half in our room half in the corridor completely bollock naked, so just his legs and cock and balls visible to me and anyone else walking past as I turned onto the landing, totally out for the count. After I stopped laughing I had to drag him by his arms into the room. When I woke up he was gone again. There's so much funny shit happened before it got out of hand but that's why I got kicked out. Oh and Gerrard got sent off I think.
 
OK I can explain it quite quickly really. Been in Amsterdam for a few days and bumped into people who used to put the club nights on I would DJ at years before but they were also the hooligan element of the Ajax crew. There's loads to this.. the culture, the madness, how they think it's all based on the UK casuals thing but is in fact way more mental. Anyways after the whole loads of jumping up and down and getting wound up to bits by pre match mad music and narcotics they wanted to cause shit with the Galatasaray fans and assumed I would too, that's when I kind of escaped cos I hate all that shit... But not before I'd been up for days, and so I got into the ground in the top corner of the stadium - behind fucking perspex - and couldn't see anything. Not cos of the perspex but I had flies eyes and there was 64 of everything. Anyways it turned out just rocking backwards and forwards on the stairs trying to focus and gurning wasn't acceptable to the stewards and I was fucked if I could find my seat, so I thought I'll stagger onto the concourse to get some sugar or anything that might fix my head. The best they could do was a massive cup of cola and a huge thingy of popcorn (I remember wanting chocolate but they didn't have any). I went to get back into the stand and as I was walking in the steward who had said I couldn't just lie on the floor / steps said 'don't do anything stupid with that' and I was thinking what the fuck could I do stupid with it, shove it up my arse? Try to snort it? But when I asked him his eyes looked over the perspex barrier and I was like, what you think I was going to launch it? It's like 20 euros worth of sugar. Only a complete dickhead would launch it and he looked at me like a complete dickhead and I thought fuck it he's right, and I launched it over the perspex. He made me do it. It was hypnosis or something. Proper Derren Brown behaviour, I hadn't even considered it and the second I did it I regretted it. I really wanted the sugar for a start. To be fair to everyone involved they could have kicked me down the stairs but they just walked me down. When I got the to the bottom and to the exit there was a girl leaving the ticket office and she felt sorry for me and ran me back into town. It was a very civilised ejection.

When I got back to our room my mate, who was meant to be at the match and who I assumed I'd left there, was already back, lying half in our room half in the corridor completely bollock naked, so just his legs and cock and balls visible to me and anyone else walking past as I turned onto the landing, totally out for the count. After I stopped laughing I had to drag him by his arms into the room. When I woke up he was gone again. There's so much funny shit happened before it got out of hand but that's why I got kicked out. Oh and Gerrard got sent off I think.

Reading this and I'm thinking
Wait I've heard something about this Yid army before from you.
But there was some lady involved and just loads of weird racist shit with, at least the image conjured up, weird Eurotrash jacked skinheads and obv lots of drugs.

Anyways, I searched it.

We had a thread on the Yword by Themn.
Back in 2011.

Kinda sad that I remember a thread from so long ago but here we are.
 
Yeah that was from some bullshit that I was writing and that little bit was based on the time there, an except from a novel I thought I was writing. Trash. Unfinished trash. The Legend of Baba Onos. Was a good story in my head but the execution was unfortunately gash.
 
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