#John Herdman

[canadachronicles]

"We've got to get real. And quick. Because these players, they deserve it. They deserve their shot. The country deserves it. All the people that worked to bring [the World Cup to Canada] deserve the shot. Let's get after it. We're close."

--CANMNT Coach John Herdman, after the team lost 2-0 to the US in the CONCACAF Final.

An he is right. They're close. They're close, and they don't have nearly as many resources as the teams they're playing. Both them and the CANWNT deserve so much better!

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Four Wedding and a Funeral 1994

[sunskate]

Per Tessa’s insta, a bad person doesn’t keep promises.

she said 'refuse to be mediocre. i promise to rise. good people keep promises'

turns out that was a specific reference to a speech by this soccer coach John Herdman that she related to and which helped her -- she goes into it in the last Anastasia Bucsis podcast -

she posts stuff sometimes without context, and it can be confusing - like people were kind of incredulous that other time when she said "feelings lie" on her IG - but i think in a high performance context, someone like her who could get so scared and anxious and feel like she was a "terrible skater" - those feelings didn't reflect the reality of what she was capable of

it's not anything like her elite level, but my work is kind of high pressure and performance based at times, and i know i've felt like i can't do it, i want to sink through the floor, i'm going to screw up - those things aren't the truth, they're just fears. so if she told herself in those moments, "feelings lie" - i might not put it like that, but it's understandable? it's only if you apply to the rest of your life and ignore your intuition or push down emotions because you don't want to feel them that you can get in trouble

[kostastsimikas]

john herdman is so nasty for not putting atiba in for his final match with canada like my brother in christ we are already losing

[womanwithahotdogstand]

Canada Soccer sucks but allow me to also spread my fuck John Herdman agenda. Choosing to believe it’s his fault as well.

Speak your truth, my friend.

[wsl-chelsea]

oh i actually know this one!

right so basically it came from a training session with Canada, john herdman was talking to Steph Labbe, then turned to say Jess, and then Jeff came out of his mouth, and then it caught on with the national team, and it was hilarious so it stuck lmao

jess explains the story as well in the podcast she did with janine last year

WAIT I REMEMBER THIS i remembered it and then thought i might’ve got it from a fanfic making it up and didn’t wanna expose myself 😭

[eugene114]

Lincoln

John Gould Fletcher

1886 – 1950                                        I

Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of bitter silence, Untended and uncared for, starts to grow.

Ungainly, labouring, huge, The wind of the north has twisted and gnarled its branches; Yet in the heat of midsummer days, when thunderclouds ring the horizon, A nation of men shall rest beneath its shade.

And it shall protect them all, Hold everyone safe there, watching aloof in silence; Until at last one mad stray bolt from the zenith Shall strike it in an instant down to earth.

                                            II

There was a darkness in this man; an immense and hollow darkness, Of which we may not speak, nor share with him, nor enter; A darkness through which strong roots stretched downwards into the earth Towards old things:

Towards the herdman-kings who walked the earth and spoke with God, Towards the wanderers who sought for they knew not what, and found their goal at last; Towards the men who waited, only waited patiently when all seemed lost, Many bitter winters of defeat;

Down to the granite of patience These roots swept, knotted fibrous roots, prying, piercing, seeking, And drew from the living rock and the living waters about it The red sap to carry upwards to the sun.

Not proud, but humble, Only to serve and pass on, to endure to the end through service; For the ax is laid at the roots of the trees, and all that bring not forth good fruit Shall be cut down on the day to come and cast into the fire.                                            III

There is a silence abroad in the land to-day, And in the hearts of men, a deep and anxious silence; And, because we are still at last, those bronze lips slowly open, Those hollow and weary eyes take on a gleam of light.

Slowly a patient, firm-syllabled voice cuts through the endless silence Like labouring oxen that drag a plow through the chaos of rude clay-fields: “I went forward as the light goes forward in early spring, But there were also many things which I left behind.

“Tombs that were quiet; One, of a mother, whose brief light went out in the darkness, One, of a loved one, the snow on whose grave is long falling, One, only of a child, but it was mine.

“Have you forgot your graves? Go, question them in anguish, Listen long to their unstirred lips. From your hostages to silence, Learn there is no life without death, no dawn without sun-setting, No victory but to him who has given all.”

                                           IV

The clamour of cannon dies down, the furnace-mouth of the battle is silent. The midwinter sun dips and descends, the earth takes on afresh its bright colours. But he whom we mocked and obeyed not, he whom we scorned and mistrusted, He has descended, like a god, to his rest.

Over the uproar of cities, Over the million intricate threads of life wavering and crossing, In the midst of problems we know not, tangling, perplexing, ensnaring, Rises one white tomb alone.

Beam over it, stars, Wrap it round, stripes—stripes red for the pain that he bore for you— Enfold it forever, O flag, rent, soiled, but repaired through your anguish; Long as you keep him there safe, the nations shall bow to your law.

Strew over him flowers: Blue forget-me-nots from the north, and the bright pink arbutus From the east, and from the west rich orange blossom, And from the heart of the land take the passion-flower;

Rayed, violet, dim, With the nails that pierced, the cross that he bore and the circlet, And beside it there lay also one lonely snow-white magnolia, Bitter for remembrance of the healing which has passed.

[grantgoddard]

One little indie music show : 1980-1981 : Saturday night 10 to midnight, Metro Radio

“You will present a weekly two-hour rock music show on Saturday night,” my manager informed me.

No if’s or but’s. No offer over which to mull. No demo tape to produce. No question asked about previous experience. Without warning, I was appointed as presenter on one of Britain’s largest commercial radio stations. I had just started a full-time backroom job at ‘Metro Radio’ but had never asked to present a show. This was my first paying job in radio and suddenly I was also to be put on-air. The start of my radio career seemed to be heading in a positive direction.

Some aspiring DJs spend their whole life trying to secure a presenting job on radio, often without success. I felt slightly guilty that this opportunity had fallen into my lap without effort. My employer did not even realise that I had started presenting for various London pirate stations seven years earlier, as such lawbreaking activities were not productive additions to a CV then. A decade into the future, employed as programme director of London’s ‘KISS FM’, one young hopeful desiring a DJ job would sit in the station’s reception area day after day, awaiting his opportunity to buttonhole me on my way to lunch at the ‘greasy spoon’ on Highbury Corner. Little did he know that we already had the largest DJ roster of any British radio station, or that management had just cut payments per show by half, or that several loyal presenters had been made redundant within months of launch. Oblivious, he was not so much ‘networking’ as ‘stalking’.

Management at Metro Radio seemed not to care one jot what was broadcast evenings and overnight because commercial stations then believed their advertisers were only interested in daytime shows and that their most significant audience was housewives. My small additional payment for the rock show was eaten into by the cost of driving twenty miles to the studio on Saturday night and then back again in the early hours of Sunday. Nevertheless, the station would jump at any chance to cut its minor expenses, such as the occasion excellent overnight presenter Tony Crosby was replaced in 1981 by a new DJ who offered to do the same show for free. Never mind the quality, feel the penny-pinching! (Tony went on to train as a solicitor.)

No direction was offered me as to what to do in my show. Whereas daytime presenters were required to wait outside programme controller Mic Johnson’s office for individual appointments to hear his critique whenever a JICRAR ratings book was published, management expressed zero interest in what I was doing on-air. There were already two other rock shows on the station. My line manager Malcolm Herdman played two hours of heavy metal and hard rock. Full-time producer John Coulson used his two hours to play an esoteric mix of mainstream rock and read passages from ‘beat generation’/‘new journalism’ authors. I decided to fill the evident gap for the ‘indie’ music that had emerged after several years of punk.

Music trade weekly ‘Record Business’ had published its first weekly ‘indie’ chart in January 1980, following a suggestion by Iain McNay, founder of London’s ‘Cherry Red Records’. I decided to use one hour of my show to run down this chart, playing the new entries and highest climbing singles. As far as I know, mine was the first ever British radio ‘indie’ chart show and was soon mentioned in the ‘indie’ columns of the music trade press. Most ‘indie’ releases were not supplied to commercial radio stations because there was zero possibility of them being playlisted, necessitating me to establish contact with the main ‘indie’ distributor, ‘Rough Trade’ in London, to receive copies. Each week, I would phone its very helpful director and head of promotions Scott Piering to request records that he would then mail to me (later that decade I worked in Scott’s office).

In the other hour of my show, I would play a selection of newly released album tracks, both indie and mainstream. Working full-time in the station’s record library, I had access to all major label releases that arrived either by post or from weekly visits by record company promotion staff. I would place interesting new albums in a holdall I carried back and forward to the show although, with only time to play around fifteen tracks within an hour, my hoard of unplayed recent releases grew heavier by the week. My running order ranged from ‘Steely Dan’ to ‘Joy Division’ to ‘Crass’, none of which were exposed elsewhere within the station’s output.

Although the Tyneside local band scene then was dominated by heavy metal bands and record labels such as ‘Neat’ and ‘Guardian’, there were a few ‘indie’ bands that were recording good quality demo’s or releasing their records independently. I received a nice letter from Paddy McAloon asking me to play his group ‘Prefab Sprout’s first self-published single. I had already been the lone person not walking straight past the stage when the band had performed at the Durham Miners’ Gala, so I was happy to oblige. There were some excellent local bands, including ‘Dire Straits’ and ‘The Police’ who were quickly signed by major labels, but also many that went largely unnoticed until ‘Kitchenware Records’ launch in Newcastle in 1982. I tried to play any local band recordings I found or received.

Because my two hours on-air were so precious, I talked minimally between records and rarely featured interviews. I recall receiving a telegram at home from the station one day asking me to phone it urgently. Our house had no phone so I had to walk to the one phone box in Sherburn Village and call in. Was I interested in recording an interview for my show with ‘Duran Duran’ who were promoting their first single release ‘Planet Earth’? I turned down this opportunity because the group was not local, were not ‘indie’ (having already signed to ‘EMI’) and their music was audibly more ‘pop’ than ‘rock’. However, I did interview local artists such as Pauline Murray from Ferryhill whose first solo album (after the punk group ‘Penetration’) sounded remarkably innovative and remains one of my favourite recordings.

I spent quite a lot of time each week compiling a local ‘gig guide’ from adverts in local newspapers (pre-internet newsprint) and flyers. I would update it each week, type it out myself, pin it on the radio station’s noticeboard and mail copies to all the local record shops. In my show, I would read out the following week’s concerts though I never heard any other presenter refer to my list because, beyond Malcolm and myself, the station seemed to be disconnected from the local music scene. On occasional visits to 'Volume Records', the only ‘indie’ record shop in Newcastle, I would secretly feel proud to see the latest A4 sheet of gigs I had mailed out pinned to its noticeboard. Like my show’s content, the reason for undertaking this research-intensive work was because nobody else seemed to be exposing this information at the time. There was no ‘what’s on’ publication for the region.

Although I had competently operated radio studio equipment myself since my days at school recording pirate radio shows, management at Metro Radio insisted I sat in a soundproofed studio in front of the microphone while a ‘technical operator’ facing me from an adjoining control room played the records, advertisements and mixed the audio. I was unfamiliar with this arrangement, which the station’s managers had brought with them from overstaffed BBC local radio stations at which they had worked previously. I was extremely lucky to have had John Oley assigned as my ‘T.O.’, one of the most professional and enthusiastic people I have had the pleasure to work with in radio. His contribution to my show was enormous and freed me to talk my rubbish on-air and answer the phone line when I occasionally held competitions.

Metro Radio showed no interest in promoting my show so it seemed a miracle when I started receiving letters from listeners who had discovered it. In the days before internet or community stations, each region of Britain was served by only one local BBC station and one commercial music station. Although my show was tucked away in the weekend schedule, it still felt groundbreaking to play music little heard outside of John Peel’s weeknight show on national ‘BBC Radio One’. There were quite a few records lasting only two or three minutes that each required several hours’ work transferring them to quarter-inch tape in order to edit out swear words with a razor blade and white editing tape on a metal block. If only those bands knew how much extra effort was necessary just for them to receive one radio play!

Living in a rural village, there were Saturday nights during winter snows when I was unable to drive to the station. Snowploughs would habitually clear the roads eastward from Durham City as far as the junction with the A1(M) motorway but, frustratingly, not the further one mile beyond to my home. I would have to trudge out in icy temperatures to the public phone box and call either Malcolm Herdman or John Coulson at home, asking if they could reach the studio to fill in for me on those days. Because they lived in Newcastle city, I think they found it hard to believe that I was literally ‘snowed in’. Unfortunately, my salary was insufficient to contemplate a relocation nearer my workplace, meaning I missed out on concerts and the city nightlife which I would have loved to explore.

All good things come to an end. Quickly in my case. Metro Radio made me redundant from my full-time job. I continued to present my Saturday night show for a while through 1981 but the expense of maintaining a car to drive to Newcastle was proving greater than my payments from the station, which had to be subtracted from my Unemployment Benefit. I was applying for any relevant vacancy in the radio and music industries but getting nowhere. In the end, I had to follow Tebbit’s advice and get on my bike (well, in my car to be accurate), leaving the region where I had lived the last five years in order to take a totally different job 218 miles down south. It was disappointing because I had acquired so much knowledge of indie music, the regional music scene and had built an audience for my unique radio show.

The start of my radio career now seemed to be heading in a negative direction. I was unable to secure work in the broadcast industry for a further four years and, only then, by taking a contract in Israel on a pirate radio ship that paid little more than expenses. However, I have always treasured the memories of my time working alongside John Oley and Tony Crosby late on Saturday nights when the only other person in the darkened Metro Radio building on a bleak industrial estate was the security guard downstairs. This was when innovative radio programmes were made … even though Metro Radio probably never realised it.

Postscript: Forty years later, I received a polite email from a member of a former local band enquiring if I still had their demo tape I had been sent and played on my Metro Radio show. Sadly, no.

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 432

John 1:4

UNDERSTANDING PROPHETIC MANDATES 66: THE PROPHET 4

Amo 3:7 CERTAINLY, THE ALMIGHTY LORD DOESN'T DO ANYTHING UNLESS HE FIRST REVEALS HIS SECRET TO HIS SERVANTS THE PROPHETS. GW

Now, we must [again] draw-the-line between a Prophet and a Minister with the gift of Prophecy.

There is a practical example of what “separates the boys from the men” in the bible.

Act 21:8-9 And the next day we that were of Paul's company departed, and came unto Caesarea: and we entered into the house of PHILIP THE EVANGELIST, which WAS ONE OF THE SEVEN; and abode with him. And the same man had FOUR DAUGHTERS, VIRGINS, WHICH DID PROPHESY. KJV

There are many things to learn here beloved. First, Philip was EVANGELIST by Calling, but what did it mean by: “one of the seven”?

Act 6:2-3 The twelve apostles called the whole group of followers together and said, "We should not give up preaching God's message in order TO SERVE AT TABLES. My friends, CHOOSE SEVEN MEN WHO ARE RESPECTED AND WISE AND FILLED WITH GOD'S SPIRIT. We will put them in charge of these things. CEV

These were the seven chosen to take care of Kitchen matters before Stephen was killed. Philip, though an Evangelist, was chosen to do the work of an administrator.

Hence he would have needed the Gift of Administrations back then, right?

1Co 12:28 God has appointed in the church first of all apostles, second prophets, third teachers, then those who perform miracles, those who have gifts of healing, those who help others, ADMINISTRATORS, and those who speak various kinds of languages. ISV

But that did not alter his dedication to his Primary Office and that kitchen job did not last long.

Now, Philip had 4 daughters who had gifts of Prophecy but were not Prophetesses.

Take note!

Act 21:9 He had four unmarried DAUGHTERS WHO HAD THE GIFT OF PROPHESYING. ERV

Then, a real Prophet soon visited them right in their father’s home.

Act 21:10-11 And as we stayed more days, A CERTAIN PROPHET FROM JUDEA NAMED AGABUS CAME DOWN. And coming to us, and taking Paul's belt, and binding his hands and feet, HE SAID, THE HOLY SPIRIT SAYS THESE THINGS: SO SHALL THE JEWS AT JERUSALEM BIND THE MAN WHOSE BELT THIS IS, and will deliver him into the hands of the nations. MKJV

Do we now say that the 4 [prophesying] daughters of Philip, who received Paul for days before Agabus got there, were spiritless or blinded by sin?

No!

They only had gifts, not the Calling. There are some definite things that distinguish real Prophets from others.

1. They are called to commonly very harsh conditions of living and discipline. Ordinary men cannot attain to the discipline they have to endure to keep up with God’s Mission.

Isa 20:2 THREE YEARS EARLIER the LORD had told Isaiah son of Amoz to TAKE OFF HIS SANDALS AND THE SACKCLOTH HE WAS WEARING. HE OBEYED AND WENT AROUND NAKED AND BAREFOOT. GNB

Can you use human waste as firewood just to give people illustrations and messages from God?

Eze 4:12 And you must eat the food like you would a barley cake. YOU MUST BAKE IT IN FRONT OF THEM OVER A FIRE MADE WITH DRIED HUMAN EXCREMENT.” NET

2. They are not men given to flamboyance or expensive lifestyles. They don’t stink and smell but they don’t dress to impress either.

Mat 3:4 Now John was clothed in camel's hair, with a leather band about him; and his food was locusts and honey. BBE

I am sure John’s family were no paupers, but he had to separate himself to God.

Luk 1:80 Afterward, their son grew up and was strengthened by the Holy Spirit and he grew in his love for God. JOHN CHOSE TO LIVE IN THE LONELY WILDERNESS UNTIL THE DAY CAME WHEN HE WAS TO BE DISPLAYED PUBLICLY TO ISRAEL. TPT

3. They are mostly called and separated from any vocations whatsoever.

Amo 7:14-15 Then answered Amos, and said to Amaziah, I WAS NO PROPHET, NEITHER WAS I A PROPHET'S SON; but I was an herdman, and a gatherer of sycomore fruit: And the LORD took me as I followed the flock, and THE LORD SAID UNTO ME, GO, PROPHESY UNTO MY PEOPLE ISRAEL. GW

They sometimes start Ministry in another office but are suddenly called from that to Prophecy.

Jer 1:1 My name is Jeremiah. I AM A PRIEST, and my father Hilkiah and everyone else in my family are from Anathoth in the territory of the Benjamin tribe. THIS BOOK CONTAINS THE THINGS THAT THE LORD TOLD ME TO SAY. CEV

We’ll discuss a few more points later. May God guide you into your own Course in Life, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, for more of this insightful and enlightening Sub-Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

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[blogynewz]

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[canadachronicles]

And they will. They will!

[blogynewsz]

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[priestessri]

Ibe been thinking about my favourite childhood memories recently and these are my top ones.

1. When I was 6 years old, I met David prowse at an autograph signing. Be thought I was adorable, only made my parents pay £20 pounds for an autograph, and kept bringing me into photos with other people. Everyone else actually believed I was his grand daughter.

2. When I was 8 years old, I met josh Herdman and Devon Murray from Harry Potter at a celebrity meet-up in my village. This is one of my favourite moments as Devon Murray picked me up and held me for the photos. I was In do much shock that afterwards I started crying.

3. I met Warwick Davis when I was 8, and he gave me an autograph and smiled at me and even gave me a hug in the photos.

4. When I was 15 years old, I was with my family, and we went to Wells for the day where we saw John hannah filming. It was really cool.

[dotengine]

John Herdman resigns as Canada coach to join Toronto FC

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Canada-Cuba Previa, Pronostico y Apuestas

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