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    Saw this elsewhere and though it had to be posted.

    Moritz Volz articles:



    A couple of examples:

    He-Man. That’s what I got lumbered with when I first arrived at Arsenal as a 16-year-old trainee. Something to do with my unusually developed body, I assume. But if it hadn’t been that, it would have been something else because nicknames are as much a part of dressing-room culture as boots and balls. I didn’t get “Volzy” until I signed for Fulham and in Germany I was always “Mo”. Short and efficient, just the way we like things back home. When Jan Koller was at Borussia Dortmund his nickname was “Lange”, which simply means “Long”. We don’t mess about in the Motherland.

    But while nicknames are part of football the world over, in England they do tend to follow certain rules and generally – as in my case – involve little more than the addition of a “y” to a surname. Bridgey, Coley, Giggsy, Scholesy – the list is endless. The common alternative is to use the first syllable of the surname and then just stick an “s” on the end – Lamps, Curbs, Shilts etc. I was playing right back in a preseason Fulham game in Hong Kong last summer and had new signing John Pantsil alongside me in the middle. Now, he can’t possibly be called “Pantsily” as it just doesn’t work. But I’ve got to say, yelling “Pants” at him whenever he had the ball was a constant source of amusement.

    Of course, lookalikes are always fertile ground for nicknames in any dressing-room, which is why Jimmy Bullard has had to endure “Mrs Doubtfire” and “Maggie” (Thatcher – come on, don’t tell me you’ve never noticed?) alongside the more predictable “Bully”. Football’s favourite comedy, Only Fools & Horses, always seems to provide at least one nickname in every dressing-room, too. I don’t think Tony Warner was called anything other than “Denzil” in his whole time at Fulham and Edwin van der Sar quite rightly got the “Rodders” shout for obvious reasons. Most teams have a “Trigger” as well, but this tends to have little to do with visual similarities, as Jason McAteer will testify from his time at Tranmere Rovers. Apparently he was once asked whether he wanted his pizza cut into four or eight pieces. His reply was that it would have to be four because he wasn’t hungry enough to finish eight. Nice work, Trigger. But it just shows that you can’t get away with anything at a football club. Not even poor old Barry Hayles’s stutter was exempt. “Over here B-B-Barry – on me ’ead, son!”

    It’s not just the players who get nicknames, though. At Fulham our kit man was known by everyone as Pudsey, simply because he used to be the bloke inside the bear costume on Children In Need. Now, I was at Fulham for five years and knew Pudsey very well. But to this day I still don’t have the faintest idea what his actual name is.

    We have a guy on the staff at Ipswich called Dick and I just assumed that must be a nickname because no right-minded parent would give their son a name like that.

    So with this whole name thing in mind I asked a couple of the older English players where it came from, hoping for an interesting story. But they told me it’s just short for Richard. Eh? Richard? Ten years over here and I never knew that. That would never be allowed back home – it’s far too illogical. It must be common in the Netherlands, though, because one of Martin Jol’s two brothers is called Dick and the other is called Cock. No wonder we haven’t seen those two working in England . . .

    Christmas Hamper:Volzy's Top Five Football Nicknames

    1 Diomansy Kamara - Known as “Joe” because it’s a lot easier than saying Diomansy.

    2 Patrick Vieira - Or “Halifax”, at Arsenal, after the guy from the building society TV ads. He didn’t like it very much.

    3 Neil Pointon - The former Manchester City and Everton defender was dubbed “Dissa”. Think about it . . .

    4 Fitz Hall - The QPR defender was given the name “One Size” when he was at Oldham. One Size Fitz Hall. Total genius.

    5 Kiki Musampa - Responded to the name of “Chris” at Manchester City. Chris Musampa. Oh yes.
    Talking of trips to the park, I had one of my Funday Sundays last weekend, which involved a fantastic brunch with pancakes and all the trimmings and then a quick stroll down to the local Sunday League pitches to catch a bit of “real football” as I like to call it. It was absolute class — I saw so many things that would be great to see in the Premiership. Instead of spending all that money on refs, the Premier League should get the coaches and managers involved more like they do in park football.

    In one game we watched, the manager for one of the teams was also the linesman, which was total genius. Just as we arrived, he was flagging an offside that was at least five yards on — and while he was doing it, he was yelling at his own back four to squeeze up! It was absolute quality. If Fifa are keen on changing any rules, that’s one I’d start with. I want to see Chris Coleman running the line at Fulham home games.

    I’m also a big fan of the Sunday League shout-outs because they don’t exist anywhere else in football. I’m compiling them at the moment so I can start using them in the Premiership. “Deliver!” is one of my current favourites and “All day long”. But the best shout of last weekend came when this overweight defender gets the ball deep in his own half, tees himself up to launch it and yells, “Who wants it?” I mean, we all know he’s just going to smack it and hope it stays on the pitch, but the shout implies that he’ll deliver it to the nearest centimetre. I’m aiming to use that one in the FA Cup game against Spurs in a couple of weeks.

    The other quality observation from Funday Sunday came when a player went down injured. The lino shouts, “Oi, Mikey! Water!” So the assistant comes on with a bucket of water and next thing the player’s up and running around! I mean, is that some kind of holy water or what? It seemed to have magic powers that just washed the pain away.

    We need to get our hands on some of that stuff at Fulham — especially with our injuries. I’d be drinking it all day long!
    Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

    #2
    Been a huge fan of his columns in The Times. Its better than that buffoon who comes on Fighting Talk with his ridiculous accent

    I didn't get:
    3 Neil Pointon - The former Manchester City and Everton defender was dubbed “Dissa”. Think about it . . .

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      #3
      "disappointon"....
      Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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        #4
        4 & 5 are absolute genius
        Hello mert.

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          #5
          Originally posted by ShaggyAlonso View Post
          "disappointon"....
          Got it

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            #6


            “This is the actual door that Kevin Keegan will walk through,” the Sky Sports News reporter said while waiting for Newcastle United’s latest manager to address a press conference recently. Wow. The actual door. What a fascinating insight and one that speaks volumes about the obsessive relationship the media has with football in this country.

            Britain’s appetite for football media content is huge and greater than anywhere else in Europe. Just look at the newspapers – broadsheets and tabloids alike have at least four or five pages of football every day, not to mention the endless television coverage. But the irony is that this vast volume of content doesn’t actually say anything most of the time. Why? Because footballers never say what they are actually thinking, which means this endless coverage is made up of the same old clichés and platitudes. In fact, the majority of football interviews are so unbelievably dull and predictable that most journalists could probably write the answers themselves.

            So why don’t we say what we’re really thinking? The answer is simple. Because we’re wary of being either dropped or hung out to dry. It’s much more comfortable to say a load of words that basically mean nothing. And these standard answers seem to get handed down to each new generation because they allow players to talk without saying what they think.

            The best interviews occur when a really strong character speaks his mind. But how often do you get that? Reading’s Dave Kitson did it recently when he was asked about playing Spurs in the FA Cup – which he basically said that he couldn’t give a monkey’s about because Reading’s No 1 priority is to stay in the Premier League. Whether you agree or not, his point was understandable and fair play to him for being honest. But you can’t have anyone here in England saying anything negative about the FA Cup, so he ends up being hammered for it.

            However, while I’m happy to accept that players are to blame for making interviews so tedious, I also think that a lot of journalists play their part, too.

            It’s not complicated. If you don’t want a predictable answer, don’t ask a predictable question. With all the interviews we do, it can be so frustrating going over the same nonsense week after week, season after season. “You must be happy with the win?” I mean, what sort of question is that? “No, I’m gutted as it goes.”

            And then there’s the one I get twice a year, every year, without fail, whenever games against Arsenal come around. “So, what’s it like to play your old team?” Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the question itself. But, please, not every season.

            The postmatch live TV interview is a particularly tricky one. We have to do them, of course, because the broadcasters pump so much money in, which is fair enough. But it can be pretty tough a few seconds after a game. In those 90 minutes you’ve probably sprinted a few miles, you can barely breathe, you’re physically and mentally drained, sweating buckets, covered in dirt and have got breath like a zookeeper’s boot.

            What’s more, the adrenalin is still pumping and you haven’t had a minute to let what has just happened sink in. But you know that what you’re about to say is going out live to an audience of millions. And that’s why a lot of us just go into autopilot. The reporter might as well abandon any specific questions and just say “talk about whatever you want” because that’s what most of us tend to do. I’m shocking for it, I know. But it saves you saying something inappropriate in the heat of the moment.

            It’s a harsh choice for us players. Speak your mind and risk the consequences, or play it safe, stay out of trouble and bore yourself senseless.

            But at the end of the day, obviously, that’s just football, to be fair . . . Volzy’s Interview Patter Translator “It was a physical, competitive contest” means “Those dirty b*****ds kicked lumps out of us for 90 minutes.” “We’ve got to get down to some hard work on the training ground” means “We’ve been given two days off - yippee!” “It’s a great honour to play for your country” means “We’ve got Liverpool at home this Saturday and I can’t believe I’m stuck out here in Ghana.” “All that matters is the three points” means “That was a cracking goal I scored and I can’t wait to play it to my kids every day for the rest of their lives.” “I’d heard only good things about the club and that’s why I signed” means “They’re throwing a ridiculous amount of cash at me.”

            Universal language - Volzy’s Interview Patter Translator

            He says “It was a physical, competitive contest.”

            He means “Those dirty b*****ds kicked lumps out of us for 90 minutes.”

            He says “We’ve got to get down to some hard work on the training ground.”

            He means “We’ve been given two days off — yippee!”

            He says “It’s a great honour to play for your country.”

            He means “We’ve got Liverpool at home this Saturday and I can’t believe I’m stuck out here in Ghana.”

            He says “All that matters is the three points.”

            He means “That was a cracking goal I scored and I can’t wait to play it to my kids every day for the rest of their lives.”
            Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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              #7
              Originally posted by Willo View Post
              4 & 5 are absolute genius
              Which ones are they?

              Don't say 4 & 5.
              Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                #8
                Fitz Hall and Kiki Musampa

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                  #9
                  Oh right...yeah. Thought he was referring to articles.

                  I think it was the Oldham fans who coined the nickname 'One Size'.
                  Thanks very much for being ‘This Mornings’ Farmer’

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                    #10
                    Class from Volz. Top sense of humour.

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                      #11
                      Chris Musampa is just class, very very creative- i love it
                      "When a man insults my country I insult him, by taking his woman" Tony Yeboah

                      "looking through your posts since 2007 and what you have consistently written about my football team I have come to the conclusion that if you had 1 more brain cell you would be a plant .. your father was a hamster and your mother smells of elder berries, I fart in your general direction ..." Nicey

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                        #12
                        BUMP - best football blog going

                        Moritz Volz
                        Someone described the recent weather as “Brass Monkeys” to me last week. I must admit, I didn’t have the foggiest idea what they were on about. Despite being told it was to do with animal genitalia, I’ve since learnt that it’s actually a reference to frozen cannon balls from the Napoleonic War. Whatever your interpretation, it’s certainly been a brass-monkeys start to 2009, and when you earn your living running around in a pair of shorts everyday, that’s not good.

                        On any normal training morning, I’m usually out there having a kick about a good quarter of an hour before the session is due to start but there’s been none of that lately. If we’re starting at 10.30, I’m not going out until 10.30 — and I’m already jogging before I’ve left the building. And as long as I can still move, I’ll wear whatever I can to keep warm.

                        I remember when I was a kid, my brother and me used to get these woollen socks for each birthday and Christmas that our grandma made for us. We pretty much loathed them for most of the year because it really wasn’t cool turning up at school wearing grandma’s woolly socks. But come the cold weather, they came straight out for for those after-school games in the midst of a dark German winter.

                        But while grandma’s socks don’t get an outing these days, the glorified long johns known as “skins” certainly do. If you have not seen them, think football players in tights. You’d never have got away with them in the past, but just because they’re marketed as being these high-tech performance- enhancing invention we’re all loving them — even if they do make you look more like a speed skater.

                        We’re not allowed to play proper matches in skins but those tight Lycra tops are a must-have under your match shirt in these Arctic conditions. They’re also great for perfecting the ice dancer/Eurovision winner look as you walk down the tunnel at the end of a game.

                        The growing number of foreign players — particularly those from warmer countries — has meant that all manner of garments are now on display as a means of beating the cold. Imagine a big English centre half trotting out in a pair of gloves 20 years ago — you’d have been hammered for the rest of your career. But these days everyone’s wearing them. It’s when they come out in the first week in October that you have to laugh.

                        Now that gloves have become accepted, some players are pushing the envelope even farther and it seems that scarves are no longer just for those on the terraces. Last season, Manchester City’s Rolando Bianchi seemed to be wearing a nice warm Gap number when he scored against Spurs. Further media investigations later revealed it was actually a collar cut off from an old rollneck jumper. Apparently it’s pretty common in Italy. And in certain parts of West London, too — not long after, Jimmy Bullard started training at Fulham in this ridiculous little scarf thing. I tried to tell him he should do us all a favour and go for a Balaclava but he didn’t seem to take the hint.

                        One benefit of the cold snap is that it’s given me an excuse to get out my beloved Uggs. Now I know this tends to bring a mountain of abuse, but it’s a price I’m prepared to pay for well-in-sulated feet. The first time I wore them into Fulham, I spent the whole day trying to justify why I was wearing my missus’s boots. As you can imagine, I didn’t hear the end of it for a long time, which was why I was a bit reluctant to wear them into training at Ipswich last week. But it was so cold I decided to risk it, and sure enough, when I got into the dressing-room after training, they’d been put up on display for the entire squad to see. I really should have known better but at least my feet were warm. What about Ugg football boots? Now that’s an invention I’d be up for trying . . .


                        i own everton fans on the internet....that's what i do

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                          #13
                          Moritz Volz

                          I couldn’t play in the Chelsea v Ipswich Town FA Cup game the weekend before last because I was injured. So I went to Stamford Bridge as a fan with my former Fulham teammate, Sylvain Legwinski who, like me, went on to be “ un garçon de tracteur” at Ipswich as he would call it. Sylvain’s in his mid-thirties and packed in playing at the end of last season, which means he’s now facing the decision footballers dread: what on earth to do with the rest of your life?

                          In the past it was easy. There was no way you could afford to hang up your boots and do nothing, so you would either run a pub or buy a sports shop (in Germany it tended to be a newsagents – don’t ask me why). But times have changed since then and with wages so much higher the very top players don’t need to run pubs any more. They can just sit in one all day instead.

                          However, despite the public perception, it really is only the minority who don’t need to work after they finish playing. Don’t forget, more than three quarters of the professional clubs in this country are not in the Premier League and, given that the average player gets away with about eight seasons, that’s not a lot of time to save for the rest of your life.

                          The obvious routes are coaching or the media. But, as Sylvain will tell you, getting into either is a lot, lot harder than you’d think. For starters they are the sexy jobs that everyone wants and there quite simply aren’t that many of them in relation to the number of ex-players out there. Of course other aspects of the game can provide work. Gary Lewin was an ex-player and is now the England physio. Simon Morgan ran Fulham’s community department and now does something similar for the Premier League. And then you’ve got Alan Comfort, formerly of Leyton Orient and Middlesbrough. He is club chaplain at Orient having become a vicar. What I don’t get is why more players don’t go on to become referees, although I think that will start to happen in time. Just imagine if Robbie Savage became a referee. Now that would bring a whole new meaning to abuse.

                          But while many want to stay involved with football, some players want a complete change. Property is a big one. It’s a national obsession here anyway but players have to move around a lot so they get to know the process. I know Carlton Palmer has set up some kind of online estate agency, while Robbie Fowler – who was sensible enough to get his act together while he was still playing – owns most of the North West, hence one of my favourite terrace anthems, “We all live in a Robbie Fowler house” to the tune of Yellow Submarine.

                          The whole process of transition to life after football is something the Professional Footballers’ Association takes very seriously, which is why it sets up workshops with businesses. The idea is to show players what else they can do, while letting companies know that they can actually use a lot of the qualities that an ex-pro would bring with him – teamwork, determination, professionalism, wearing dodgy suits, spitting, sulking, faking injuries, etc. And everyone wants to hear the old stories, so if you have an ex-player working on the books, you would have no trouble getting prospective new clients to come in – unless you have just employed Duncan Ferguson.

                          So what am I going to do? Even though I think about it a lot I don’t seem to get any closer to deciding. The obvious direction is to do my coaching badges. I could always build on the charity and community work I already do and I’ve thought about being a physio, which is why I’ve been studying biology in my spare time. And apparently us Germans are the best in Europe at separating rubbish so there’s always that to fall back on. And I quite fancy being a baker, too.

                          Who knows, maybe one day I might even end up with my own newspaper column . . .

                          Life after football: How some players have made ends meet after retiring from playing

                          Gordon Davies (Fulham, Manchester City, Chelsea): ratcatcher. “Gary Lineker said scoring goals is better than sex,” Davies said. “I don’t agree with that. But it’s a lot better than pest control.”

                          Leighton James (Burnley, Swansea, Derby): lollipop man. James won the 2007 Rookie Lollipop Man of the Year award but the lack of wages might be an issue for some former players.

                          Wyn Davies (Newcastle, Bolton, Manchester United): baker. A man after my own heart. Apparently he’s making a lot of dough these days.
                          i own everton fans on the internet....that's what i do

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                            #14
                            haha those are class - I thought they were parodies at first.

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                              #15
                              He used to have a section dedicated to David Hasslehoff. Volz is a huge Hoff fan, cos he's massive in Germany. Can't see it on there now though

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