Twenty minutes in and it looked grim. Ipswich were comfortable. Forest’s midfield didn’t know how to get the ball up the field. Blackburn were 2-0 up elsewhere and 2 points above Forest. Birmingham were winning away too. Ipswich fans sang “Que Sera, … you’re going to Shrewsbury!”
Towards the end of the first half, Forest developed quick attacks, one of which led to a Forest player being fouled in the box, and their no. 9 comfortably converted the penalty kick. Now Forest were safe by a goal difference of 1. But if another was needed, it was not clear how it would come.
Second half and Forest were much better, keeping the ball in the Ipswich half. And finally a shot from 30 years looked the business and was behind the Ipswich keeper’s long dive. And Blackburn had conceded a goal. Comfort enough for the No. 9 to miss a second penalty, though he made up which an individual driving run and smash.
Now the sell-out crowd waited for the final whistle, to both celebrate on the pitch and wave a “Fawaz out” banner.
A terrific movie that rehearses the big arguments that we should appreciate as two sworn enemies brokered the St.Andrew’s Agreement in 2006.
“The Journey” takes the trip Ian Paisley and Martin McGuinness made for an urgent flight after the agreement was reached.
Here, critics appear to have a wobble. For one Northern Ireland correspondent, too much disregard for the facts; the characters not sufficiently captured. For one film critic, the dramatic device of the journey being monitored by all the other key participants not adding drama. Too harsh.
A parable has been created that entertains and illuminates, and reminds us well of just what a political journey these leaders took.
Distinguishing feature this year – making garlands out of willow branches.
Over 200 attended.
… but perhaps not soon enough.
Sure, you want some movies that are gentle and relaxed, but a bit of doubt about the pacing.
Then again, a film that draws on fascination of people from private schools is unlikely to be my cup of tea.
Wikipedia. The Guardian.
Another excellent series (broadcast on BBC tv).
The theme of this series was (institutional) sexism, kinda reinforced by public criticism of Thandie Newton’s performance as a bit reserved when that was the nature of the character she was playing.
Other characteristics of the series remains –
– masking what’s really going on until the finale; so even though it’s always about the fight against highly organised crime, viewers seem to forget;
– AC12, the anti-corruption unit, around which the series is based, again continue to not be good enough in their duties;
– compelling witness interview scenes;
– hands always get hurt.
As in other drama series there are bits that seem implausible (e.g. main characters back at work very quickly after suffering very serious injuries) and plenty has been left unresolved for another series.
In the end, survival was enough. (Table by ESPN FC.)
A new manager, after the previous manager arranged his own departure in quite a dignified way, whilst we were some points behind the rest at the bottom.
Elsewhere, Arsenal fans’ arrangement of a St.Totteringham’s day for the first time in 20 years when Arsenal were to finish below them in the league seemed a bit of a mistake.
Notts Co. have survived in the Football League, but Notts County Ladies have folded.
Finally, Nottingham Forest are only just safe with one game to go. I’m desperate for a Forest vs Salop match, but not in the third tier. Please, Forest.
A celebration of cinema and when Britain and its empire stood alone against the Nazis.
A reminder of the sexist nature of the world of work.
Their Finest Hour and A Half Directed by Lone Sherfig
And how the screenwriters must have enjoyed writing a screenplay where the screenwriter is the hero in a war film.
(No doubt learning from journalists who make themselves the hero in a political story.)
One bigger quibble – the female lead makes strides for women and without any real reason, falls for the boss at work (having fallen previously for an artist who didn’t champion her) without any kind of narratve to suggest there had been real warmth. Surely the screenwriters should have spotted that.