Master Bates Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Jan Poortvliet spent two years as a carpenter riding his bicycle 30 miles to and from work every day before getting his big break in football. In today’s first part of the Daily Echo’s definitive interview with Saints’ head coach, also Poortvliet reveals that he could so easily have missed out on the chance the chance of a career in professional football. http://www.dailyecho.co.uk/sport/saints/news/3653095.Remarkable_story_of_Jan_Poortvliet/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Glasgow_Saint Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 he is like a modern day Jesus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paris Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Are own in house carpenter ,should save a few pennies.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saint Martini Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Maybe we can sign his dad as a striker. 620 goals in 300 matches. I know it the Dutch third tier but still. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trousers Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 he is like a modern day Jesus ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JohnnyFartPants Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Are own in house carpenter ,should save a few pennies.... Our their ne carpenters ne moore? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snopper Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 I see now why he`s a plane speaker. It all adze up. I saw it coming. At least he won`t throw in the dowel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yorkie Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Now we know why Rupert took him on...when he sacks him all he has to say is... "On yer bike son!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TopGun Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Dutch carpenters on bikes sounds like windmills and tulips! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Saints67 Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Peddle 14 miles a day? Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle... IF we were lucky! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Robsk II Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Pythontastic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
paulwantsapint Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Explains how he started to get rid of dead wood he was given Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
rocknrollman no2 Posted 8 September, 2008 Share Posted 8 September, 2008 Are own in house carpenter ,should save a few pennies.... Perhaps he could shave off a few centimetres from the goal posts,so instead of our players keep hiting the post,maybe they might score. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Master Bates Posted 9 September, 2008 Author Share Posted 9 September, 2008 Anger Management http://www.dailyecho.co.uk/sport/saints/news/3655465.Poortvliet_s_anger_management/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alf Tupper Posted 9 September, 2008 Share Posted 9 September, 2008 Peddle 14 miles a day? Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work twenty hours a day at mill, for twopence a month, come home, and dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle... IF we were lucky! You lived in a lake. I'd have sold my sister for that sort of luxury, and hot gravel - that's haute cuisine is that. We had to live in a leper colony and only ate at Christmas if we managed to catch a mouse int trap. For heat, Dad used to suck a polo mint every third Thursday of the month and all fouteen of us would gather round with our frostbitten ands out to catch some of the warmth. Then we'd show subserviance to the master by crawling 47 miles to work in nowt but our hand me down knickers to work for 23 and half hours a day for a halfpenny a lifetime. We we thought we were lucky. Tell the kids that today and they wont believe yer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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