Portsmouth – Let Us Keep The Support for LA Bombers Football Club Alive

We Supporting Bombers

Just a part of the turnout at today’s Football match at Benjamin’s Park

We don’t have to look too far from us, to see what support is all about.  Our neighboring village on the West Coast is super at emptying out their fishing village whenever their team is playing anywhere around Dominica.  While me may not necessarily empty out Possie when Bombers plays, we must empty our homes when the games are on home-ground.  Today, we did a great or fabulous job at that.  As a matter of fact, I felt happy and proud being from Portsmouth, regardless of the result.

While we no doubt came out with the hope of taking home the joy of winning that game, and left with the adverse result, we must not be daunted, nor must we lose focus.  First, LA Bombers FC must not give up the fight, to up their results, and emerge better next time; then we the supporters and community members, must not neglect our own responsibilities to push them forward with our support.

The majority of the team are tender-aged lads, who are still learning the game, learning to gel with each other and the team’s administration, and who are still learning to understand themselves.  Man, is that pressure?  A whole town plus opponents are in one spot watching you.  #Pressure #Pride #Pain too.  Mark you, I am making no excuses for the losses the team has endured lately – that is on them and management, but I am simply asking that all of us hold them dear, and maintain the support in whatever ways possible.

There are a lot of ways to support and we must find our own styles to do so.  With steady parading from the likes of Bombers’ Mascot – Brandon,

 

 

publicity or live game broadcasts from #EmoNews, shouts of joy and exuberance from all of us when a goal is scored, to the fathers like “Peanuts” running across the field at half time to go and give a word of encouragement and support to his son and teammates, and the steady shouting at the players when they mess up – we all show some support.   Continue reading

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What do You Have to lose?

“What do you have to lose?  I tell you already you are looking good so.”  These comments were trashed at me about one week ago during my early morning workout session from a young man who seemingly has nothing to lose.  My response to him was, “this hardly is about losing something; rather, it is about keeping well and healthy.”

The point is, I know we all have to die some way somehow, and this inevitability we have no control over.  But come on, do we need to allow ourselves to just get all flabby, shaky, out of shape and in some way even ugly?  Clearly we will not always acquire the Coke Bottle Shape, nor will all of make it to the national sports team, some of us won’t even lose all the pounds we desire to shed, while others of us may not even survive the workout, we could die from it.  Still, is it worth it living life with no motion, no movement, a lack of self-motivation and discipline?

Looking back on my childhood and adolescence remind me of the many days I walked from Gutter (Cotton Hill) to Long House and back in the hot sun to take my mother’s tickets and to collect her pay cheque.   My mother carried ‘fig’ (bananas) on her head weekly as a job.  For each trip she made from the shed to the badge, she collected a ticket.  This was all a part of the Geest Trade of Bananas from the local Portsmouth Port to England.  She along with many women made their living being part of that industry.  So anyway, I would religiously on a weekly basis do the necessary to collect her money.

Coupled with this, my siblings and I made several trips from our home to the standpipe and back with loaded, and or filled Jerry cans as buckets.  That meant we had to defy two steep hills on the way several times.  Clearly my cardio was in full effect since the aforementioned movements were complemented by cycling.   Later, a fall from my brother’s tall mountain bike Continue reading