FUND FOR CANCER
RESEARCH…
You
may not know that Linda Davie has two daughters">
FUND FOR CANCER
RESEARCH…
You
may not know that Linda Davie has two daughters, Sara and Gail. And the
latter is actually
going to Kilimanjaro to raise money for Cancer
Research.
And as Alan wanted to thank Linda for the hard work she and her team has
done on the referee front last year and this year, he made a donation for
Gail’s trip, immediately followed by John Whitfield…
Bless them all… |
CINDERELLA FRAMBOISE…
Here
I was, minding my own business, I mean, taking the picture for the winners
of the raffle, when suddenly I heard my name…
I never won ANYTHING!!!!
So here I am the proud owner of great looking Hi-Tec shoes, generously
donated by John Whitfield, director of JW Sports, the Racquet
Specialist…
You see, I was sooooo right to come to Abingdon… |
STUNNED BY MR BRONSTEIN…
People who do know me are not expecting to see me speechless.
Well, I was today, when SquashTalk Chief Correspondant Martin Bronstein,
mentioned today that he had the big 70 coming up in a few weeks.
Oh come on, Martin, 70? I do not think so! 55, yes, maybe, I personally
thought about 51, 52…
And if you think that I’m trying to be nice, think again. I’m not nice.
No, honestly, I was stunned. I even had to ask to see proof, and his
driving licence confirmed it ... date of birth 19th July 1935.
“It’s all down to clean living” said Martin very calmly.
“Clean living, exercise, lots of sex, and keeping up the crosswords… Age
is a mental attitude really.”
And he asked me to add that his body was the epitome of a great body…
Like I said, I’m speechless… |
BYE MARCUS…
The man is leaving us, but then again, you knew that [portrait
from Wimbledon]… But that’s it, he
is really going now, and will be sorely missed by all who ever approached
him…
“We are really sad to see Marcus go”, declared Alan Horton, he is not only
a great player, but also a gentleman on court, and he never argues with a
referee…”
“Hear hear” said all refs present, as in Wendy Danzy, John Masarella,
Christine Bishop and of course, tournament ref Linda Davie.
Yes, we’ll be sad not to see him around, I must say… But I heard (read [Shorts,
issue 10]) rumours that Manchester/Pontefract Team in National
League is thinking of flying him from Italy to play his League matches,
so, maybe he’ll be back soon…
Au revoir Marcus…
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PLAYING
TOURISTS…
“I really look like a bl… Tourist”, don’t I”… “Ay”, replied Linda,
looking at me with disapprobation… “What do you need your camera for?”…
Yes, I know that I should learn to relax during tournaments, but come on,
it was my first time in Oxford EVER, so I had to take a few pics…
So, Linda Davie and myself walked around the Old Town, had a good sandwich
in a quiet café just in front the University, strolled around the
pedestrian ways, looked at some weird characters…
In other words, yes, we had a pretty good time… A bit like tourists I
guess…
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THE BILL, LIVE…
That was a good one, I must say…
Mrs
Linda Davie, among other activities Vice-President of England
Squash and Tournament Ref of several high profile events, like Canary
Wharf Classic and Super Series Finals, is a very organised lady. Not an
unpaid bill or penalty, never a problem with taxes or any official office
anywhere…
So I must say that I was a bit surprised when we were stopped at a
checkpoint by Police Officers on our way to visit Oxford…
“Why do you stop us?” asked Linda with an extremely polite voice, but that
meant: “Excuse me young man, what are you playing at?”…
The poor Officer in question, 22 if a day, shy, wet behind the ears,
lovely well educated man, suddenly became all red… “I’ll make some
enquiries, Madam, and I’ll let you know as soon as possible…”
Well, it seemed that a mistake was made somewhere, and that the car that
Linda bought back in November was not registered in her name yet…
“I’m sorry Madam, really, I’ll fill in the form, and of course, you will
not have a fine or anything to pay, as it’s obviously a mistake”…
“Do you want to check my driving license?” asked the Woman…
“Oh, no, Madam, you seem too nice, I don’t need to do that”…
Linda, NICE???? Poor man… And the Linda that was batting her eyelashes… He
never had a chance…
One thing is sure, moving around with Linda, you never get bored… And do
not start me on our journey back from the club last night… |
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BACK TO
ABINGDON…
Let’s
face it. I was not looking forward to coming back to the Oxford city region,
I must say, as last year was a bit of a disaster (a not so warm reception by
some member of the club’s staff, the lack of communication whether at the
club or at the hotel in particular prevented me from working in good
conditions, not to mention that there was no milk and no sugar, and you know
me, no tea, no Framboise…)
Well,
this time, Alan Horton did wonders… A phone extension had been added,
allowing me to be able to sit in a corner of the bar and work in excellent
conditions, a chair had been prepared with my name printed on it…
“I’ve got the kettle boiling”, proudly announced Organiser Alan on my
arrival. “And I’ve made sure we’ve got plenty of milk and sugar as well…!!!”
A nice program, plenty of seating, lots of spectators of all ages, food in
the kitchen, smiles all around, and a hotel with internet connection… What
more do you want…??? |
A NEW WORLD…
No, do not panic (or rejoice, depending…). I don’t have the intention of
going away to start a new life all over again… But Mr John Masarella
is, as he heard last Thursday that he was England's new World Referee,
the first one since the nomination of Tony Parker 13 years ago…
“I’m very proud”, said a very smiling John. “When I think I became a
national grade in 2000, I went as quickly as you can go. I feel proud, but I
also know that it took a lot of hard work… Yes, I worked hard, because
you’ve got to maintain a very high standard, and we’ve got to learn and
reassess yourself all the time. But I didn’t forget to enjoy it as well…”
Well, it’s nice to see good hard working people getting to the top of a
discipline. So, congratulations, John, from all at SquashSite…
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THANKS,
DAD…
I had a little moment of panic when I
got to MY chair at the beginning of the event, as somebody had put a jacket
on top, and a pair of city shoes under it…
I turned round, and saw a gentleman in socks right next to me. He
immediately apologised, took his belongings and explained to me that his
son, Michael, was supposed to clean the court today, but that he had some
revision for his German GCSE tomorrow, and was working hard with his
neighbour, who luckily enough was German…
“Michael
just started squash”, said the proud father John Sherman, “and he was
really looking forward to seeing those great players perform. He is really
disappointed.”
When I asked about the shoes, John smiled “well, as my son was supposed to
be court attendant, I will step in, hence I got rid of my shoes so as not to
mark the courts…”
That’s what I call dedication… |
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