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ARIEGE CUP 2: SPSU offers the semifinals Francois SANCHEZ!

Saverdun 0-0 USSP II (3-4 on pens)

Composition: 1. Stéphane Arnaud - 2. Lacou Guillaume - 3. Soula Jérény - 4. Philippe Augé - 5. Marcaillou Pascal - 6. David Formosa - 7. Maxime Lacaze - 8. Brych Pascal - 9. Walheim Fabrice - 10. Vézinet Jerome - 11. Matthew Castanier

Alternates: Monié Benamin - Nicolas Jeanjean - Pierre Milesi

Red Card: David Formosa

The penalty shoot-on:

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Shooters:

Vézinet Jerome - Brych Pascal - Fabrice Walheim - Castanier Matthew - Philippe Augé

thank you to the many supporters who made the trip ...

Also qualified: Lavelanet-Mirepoix 3 / Fossat 3 / 3 Foix

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ROD STEWART

"There are beautiful drives."


ROD STEWART: "An Old Raincoat Won ' t Ever Let You Down "1969

The sea rumbles under the gray sky with the colors of lead. The waves crashing on the pier, burying large rocks mossy brown algae Couvet. Small houses with slate roofs blend into the stormy sky, dark and clowns.
Pines and Oak Hill, which closes the port lie down under the onslaught of the wind. They did nothing wrong, they have already taken shape, battered throughout the year by the onshore winds that feel the salt spray.
I cast a last glance at the skyline. I can not help but find this tortured landscape yet rainy and wonderful. There is something magical, mysterious in these Celtic countries steeped in history and legend. Ankou, the sea, fishermen, druids, travel.
There, he yal'océan and the continent where they still say that everything is still possible. This is America, USA. And closer is the big sister, Great Britain, the perfidious Albion.
I love this land. I could walk there for days, his head in my thoughts. But I must return to the bourgeois Burgundy, the wines, these castles, Dukes, and that something magical, pagan, that does not exist here.
I am sometimes asked what disk could be the most fantastic dream vehicle for Celtic. He who breathes most heath Breton or Welsh, as the sweat and grime of the docks and factories of these workers, proud of the engine life of a country. Songs, simple walks along the sea or in the forest, the pints of beer with friends, the smiles of pretty redheads dancing and warm the heart of these men gruff but tender. I never found
Celtic music representative of these horizons. What we deign to offer us much that is fair based honky-tonk of beer. The Chieftains, or the Pogues (with tweezers), but also Alan Stivell, have done much to make me love this music. Festival Interceltique, the Corrs and a lot less.
In fact, one who has always represented the best that soul, these images I had in mind was none other than .... Rod Stewart.
Scream, eructation of Breton pride, insult Irish stung. Rod Stewart. You're right, my friends, to lift the Joux. Him? This clown disco? This horn FM peroxide which had only one major role in the 80's: Grunge with a trigger resentment redoubled at the sight of his videos on MTV lame suit and pink girls in bikinis at the pool? This nerdy ultra-violet which is taken for the new Frank Sinatra a few years by publishing no fewer than six volumes of song-books useless and devoid of any soul.
Yes, my friends, Rod Stewart. I love Rod Stewart. I love Rod Stewart! But until 1974. Ah. Yes, because you imagine that the man was excellent during a dozen years. An absolute genius itself. More importantly, a voice, the voice of all the proles.
Rod, Blues singer forced to type all the galleys, the simple mods, the groups who made no tomorrow yet sparks in clubs, and then the miracle: the Jeff Beck Group. The boy corsa
of his voice hoarse exceptional two drives wonderful, tasty limits and without end: "Truth" in 1968 and "Beck Ola" in 1969. The quartet should have to kneel to the public of the Woodstock Festival, charring Ten Years After, The Who, Mountain, Jimi Hendrix and many others by the quintessence of Heavy-Blues. But the quartet separated three weeks, destroying all hope. Rod is a loser? Jeff Beck is surely a sacred head cunt. The result is undoubtedly the failure of a great group, and one of two solo careers that would have a different appearance with such prestige. But whatever.

Rod Stewart in London in 1969. Sacred year. The Hippies are dying in their graves dope, completed by Satanic Majesties at Altamont in December. The Stooges and MC5 were fucking on fire in Detroit. Led Zeppelin burn wild lands of his Ha rd-Blues glow.
Experience Jeff Beck Group nearly wanted to continue when Beck found a supergroup with the rhythm section of Vanilla Fudge, Tim Bogert is on bass and Carmine Appice on drums. Stewart should be in the game, but he could not stand the climate that prevailed weighing with Beck. The singer admits to not watching the guitarist in the eyes of two and a half years, for fear of crossing his hard eyes and inquisitive. Not cool enough, not enough fun. He much preferred the company of his buddy Ron Wood met in 1964 in a pub, and bassist Jeff Beck Group's first draft. It was not necessarily the best musician in the world, but at least he could play. When Lou
Reizner, head of Mercury, offers a solo artist contract Rod after hearing the first album the Jeff Beck Group, "Truth" in 1968, the blond Scottish seized his opportunity. Nevertheless, in July 1969 it will have to wait to enjoy it, the blame to other commitments Discographical exclusive.
He then engages his side a group of friends, not the least talented. Ron Wood is the game, on guitar and bass, of course. Other returning from the Jeff Beck Group, Mick Waller, drummer on the first album, and percussionist underestimated but absolutely stunning. Other fellow travelers miraculous join this little gang. One can also observe the presence of Martin Pugh, guitarist Mysterioso the formidable maestro-Steamhammer (but you already know). Ian MacLagan is on keyboards. He is a former pianist of the Small Faces, Faces and Future, a group that brings together former Small Faces Steve Marriott left except in Humble Pie. MacLagan, Kenney Jones and Ronnie Lane will become the faces with the arrival of ... Rod Stewart on vocals and Ron Wood on guitar. When I say it's a bunch of friends! There is also Quittenton Martin on acoustic guitar, prodigy of English Folk-Blues at the time. It is particularly pre-Steamhammer guitarist of 71, and is co-author of the song "Maggie May" by Rod.
This disc is superb. Because is a simplicity, a humility that makes listening pleasure with this little treasure for the little guy, that neither hip nor the it-girls, will never listen because it's written This album, and Rod Stewart Blues period will never be fashionable, all-time forever. Write it, workers of the world: this disc is yours forever, that one, and then the next three, which we will surely. Let's be frank
: Rod Stewart is a composer too. He writes here with Wood half of the disc, which is however very honorable when compared to a disk Johnny Hallyday at the same time (sorry).
all starts with a sumptuous resumption of "Street Fighting Man" by the Rolling Stones. Rod Stewart and Ron Wood will inject a dose of Blues and proletarian roughness was missing this song. Everything begins with an acoustic guitar in hand that slide. The battery is clean, square, dry and powerful. Wood plays the bass, and amplifiers is snoring. The version seems to Country-Blues, but broke on his final by Keith Richards riff note for note. Woody seems born to play in the Rolling Stones, mastering the science of dirty riff ever. The result sees
sequencing of two superb titles very different but strangely complementary to my heart. The first is the beautiful Folk-Blues "Man of Constant Sorrow", imbued with a melancholy magic, both steeped in the blues and soul this typically British. This song is one of those songs that you whistle to give a bit of courage in the morning going to work.
The second is "Blind Prayer". Rock haunted, its melody is reminiscent of the best Steamhammer, but the one to come. There is the depth of the guitar, and this rage tinged with resignation, this desire to escape to freedom, the punctuation in the space-time. Martin Pugh's guitar shines a thousand lights, requiring the passage of its footprint outstanding composer. Stewart's voice is made of the wrath of the proletariat.
"Hanbags And Gladrags" is a nice quiet song where the piano is classy and high-timber are adding their touch of nobility and cream of British pop. It proves one thing above all is that Rod Stewart is able to sing what matters to me with an incredible talent, it also unfortunately proves during the last thirty years, singing mostly anything. After choking previous titles, this beautiful song is a beautiful contemplation of the English countryside.
"An Old Coat Will not Ever Let You Down" is a boogie efficient, cheerful, combining both the Blues and Folk Scottish English. Joyful, upbeat, she is a walking, that he should sing next to your neighbor with cap, I-phone glued to their ears, and through which muted burp the Black Eyed Peas. It is even probable that the pretty brunette with bangs in front of you not putting a tender smile of his eyes blue.
From Scotland, "I Would not Ever Change A Thing" in the proposed crossing of the moor, nose in the breeze and head in the pale sunlight. The power of
Heavy-Blues returns with the beautiful "Cindy's Lament." Again, Martin Pugh is out powder, supported by the low rough Ron Wood. Heady, angry, there is an explosion of guitars and piano. And I told you how Mick Waller is an amazing drummer, rich rhythmic beat.
is the ultimate anger before the muffled sound and "Dirty Old Town". This traditional song has its place here in this beautiful mix of Blues, Rock and Folk. The melody takes on the trappings almost jazz, guitar and harmonica before cross swords, seeing the figure of our hero away on the small paved road in the middle the Scottish moor, with a backdrop, a heap of coal and small brick houses with roofs of slate gray and wet and dust.
There are beautiful drives. I remember buying this album to release date and cover. And also the price, ridiculous. And this desire to tell me that Rod Stewart, after being in the Jeff Beck Group, had not been that bad.
I loved this disc. The songs, the artwork, sound and musicians. I find here the epitome of live music, rough but humane. It was definitely a different era, where the worst people were FM musical giants. What has happened, then happened to be there today? It's always the question I ask myself, ten years after purchasing this album.
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The club, players and friends want USSP

show their full support to the family and close
François Sanchez
who left us this day.

Francis has been since the inception of the club,

president for years,
leader, friend and also support
several generations of players, but especially
his sons, nephews and grandchildren at last.

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J14, 1st Division: The St. Paulois are treading water.

Scotland 3-2 USSP
Goals: Pedoussat Mr. and Costeseque Y
Warning: Costeseque Y.
Subs: J. Queiroz Mr. and Tartit

Sobriey Inspirational Poems

D14, 1st Division Promotion: USSP gates of relegation!

Rieux of Pelleport II 2-0 USSP II
Warnings: C. Milesi , Delrieu B. , Walheim F. Augé and P.
Alternate: Fontaine

Globs Of Cervical Mucus

J13, 1st Division Promotion: A botched back!

USSP II 1-3 Moulin Neuf
Purpose: Costeseque Y .
Treader: Formosa D.
Warnings: Monie B., P. Augé Formosa and D.
Eviction Formosa D.
Alternate: Monie B.

Lic Nav Money Plus Growth

J13, 1st Division: Visitors more realistic. Resuming

USSP 1-2 Laroque Olmes
Purpose: Castagner Mr.
Warnings: Da Cunha C. Mr. and Pedoussat
Alternates: Tartie D., Castagna M. and N. Moiola

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STRAY DOG

Happy New Year, dear readers, dear readers. The meeting is that although we wish you the best wishes in this unfortunate world, which after all, do not eat bread. It is always less hypocritical than those of your boss or Sarkozy. Above all, thank you again for your loyalty.

"A masterpiece of Blues and Hard Rock which benefited with the help of ELP incongruous a production of a rare level."

STRAY DOG: Stray Dog »1973

1973 is a year like that. We had to choose sides. Some chose Progressive Rock, others Glam David Bowie, Roxy Music and T-Rex. And then there was the Hard Rock, one of Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple or Black Sabbath. It should also rely on the Funk and the beginnings of what we call the Punk: New York Dolls or the Stooges.
The choice was vast but indicated an unthinkable at the time : The Birth of Rock chapels. You choose your camp. No way to love the Stooges and Yes. Neither Bowie and Led Zeppelin.
So when Keith Emerson of ELP and his companions discover this deadly trio, they are torn between the desire to discover what this great group Stray Dog and stay the course of progressive rock that is their bombastic going their way .

The History of Rock is studded with myriads of small formations, which had their heyday, their ray of sunshine into the light of fame, before diving in complete anonymity. It then remains for the most discerning collectors 33t few rare as one leaves as a closely guarded secret. Nothing in the world of Progressive Rock-Heavy, some religions see the training side of their album fly, without any financial return, of course. Speculation about the opportunity that has fallen to a modest hint of respectability that sometimes inadvertently pushed some groups to be formed in general indifference. Because the odds of a disk is not successful. And because that price does not the quality of an album.

There is indeed some disks with high values on the Argus Collector's autism who are very sad music collections. Can Granicus and include single and album of 1973. Repeatedly compared to Led Zeppelin, it is a pale substitute barely justified by the shrill voice of its singer. By cons, "Growers Of Mushroom 'Leaf Hound, dating from 1971 and whose popularity reached nearly 1000 €, is a fantastic album. He also compared to Led Zeppelin, rather erroneously also close because only in outline, it is against the airship as the perfect synthesis of an English blues-soaked power and rage. It is not just another version.

Echaudé repeatedly by these "unsung classics" who had little musical value to me, I do not delve into this disc with some suspicion.
And at first, there is quite enough: guitar-bass-drums reinforced concrete level production (made in Greg Lake anyway), but strange voice, melody and surprising entry. This disc is tamed gently, and two or three total plays, he finally hit his entire force.

"Stray Dog", the group's eponymous album of the same name, is a great album. A masterpiece of Blues and Hard Rock which benefited with the help of ELP incongruous production a rare level.
"Tramp," which opens the disc, is regularly repeated. It is rather surprising at first. Boogie line, trailing edge, almost spoken, and majestic choir on the chorus opposes the brutality of the guitar and falsetto. Finally, a kind of melting-Heavy Blues and Progressive Rock.
If the first title in mind the common sense of the term, asking the listener what to expect, "Crazy" is thick bases Heavy-Blues Zeppelinien. This song, collected in the directory group Bloodrock, here takes a serious shot of adrenaline. The voice and guitar, WG Snuffy Walden those, then take all their senses. This voice pervert, this roaring electric guitar, man is an heir of American Blues, one of Buddy Guy, but in its most severe, that of John Lee Hooker and Lightnin 'Hopkins.
"A Letter" is a delightful acoustic interlude that only leads to "Chevrolet." Rough, angry, it does nothing to mars with the foregoing. Yet the song is not one of them. She is a Texas group that they want to promote, a trio called ZZ Top. Except that their version of this song is hundred times higher than the original, yet very good. But despite the burden of the first discs Blues ZZ Top, Stray Dog surpass them in rage and power. The trio is then composed of Snuffy Walden on guitar and vocals, Les Sampson on drums (formerly Road, group of Noel Redding, 1972), and Al Roberts on bass and vocals.
The symbiosis between these three is quite surprising, well beyond what one might expect from a young band of Heavy-Blues. Some have become cult for less than that.
This quintessential genius, is found on the excellent and almost funky "Speak Of The Devil". The talents of rhythmist Sampson are particularly highlighted, unleashing a Lightning toms and percussion rabid. Walden roared his Les Paul like a mad beast, the Devil and his slap on Cowbell while his apostles, demented, dancing around the sacred fire to the sound of drums. It is to note the perfect agreement between the voice voice of Walden, serious, and the choruses of Roberts, the more acute. This same
Roberts takes on the song "Slave", a steep piece of heavy-rock hit, not approaching cats, vicious. The low, thick, responds to the guitar. There his men at work there, and also the talent to reach such an agreement musical. Believe me or not, it is comparable to that the first two albums by Led Zeppelin. The three fellows will say in unison, without downtime.
It is in any case the raging anti-chamber of absolute masterpiece that is the final "Rocky Mountain Suite (Bad Road). In all my life, after listening to hundreds of disks, I have in my heart a handful of songs that draw my life. This is a part, forever, as "Live With Me Humble Pie," How Many More Times "by Led Zeppelin, or" We Will not Get Fooled Again "by The Who.
In a constellation of acoustic notes, Walden suddenly landed in her delicate voice. He speaks of a wife, his eyes, his feelings for her. It is once more the burning love that is spoken here. Passion. The sacred fire. Whether sex, love, political beliefs, this is life, what it should always be. We should not make concessions in our feelings, be honest, whatever the cost. Procrastinate because only one suffering.
Walden depicts here a perfect love, this pretty young woman whom we meet, and that you deign to give a look naughty. Your heart races, her eyes, her mouth silhouette have no equivalent. . Then she turns around, and you stay there alone, coward. All this, "Rocky Mountain Road. A good old story of loser who finds refuge in the good old Heavy-Blues. This poignant acoustic introduction, followed by the electrical storm that is the riff from "Bad Road" which broke out as evidence. Fucking road. Like the Rock talking tripe. This title is a cathedral of incredible sensation, between rage and passion blissful. This is the theater of our lives in eight minutes and thirty. It remains
eloquence. It is a form of social representation, which makes us good people seemingly forever.

As the last notes This "Bad Road" still resonates, the disc ends. Oh, if you buy the remastered version that provides lots of bonus live quite delectable. What will be the least will be the second disc, called "While You're Down Here", released in 1974. Uneven, it has its good moments, but a lack of size: the arrival of a keyboard and a singer that do absolutely nothing.
Walden became a respected composer of film music cutesy, leaving behind this single wildfire exceptional. Ultimate album that you listen to without getting tired, which is the prerogative the greatest.
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Championship

Attention

after resuming workouts Friday, January 7, and while continuing the training at the gym Tuesday night, the

CHAMPIONSHIP resumes for USSP this weekend St Paul Jarrat

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PHOTOS SEASON 2009 to present

USSP (season 2010-2011) .

Team 1


Above from left to right: Mr. Tartit (Ent.), A. Forte, F. Delrieu, F. Walheim, Chaubet P., S. Arnaud, Y. Costeseque , Monie B., P. Augé
Bottom left to right: Nova D. Girabet F., Pereira B., Abdekarim B. Vézinet J, Rouger D. Pedoussat M., J. Queiroz


Team 2

Above from left to right: Walheim F., J. Queiroz, J. Vézinet, Monie B. Moiola F., P. Milesi, P. Brych
Bottom left to right: Soula J. Girabet F., P. Esquirol, C. Porta, M. Lacaze



SPSU (2009 season -2010)

Team 1

Above from left to right: Milesi C, Forte A, Jeanjean D, Beaupreau I, Quiros C, Ramos J, Hebra J.
Bottom left to right: Formosa D, Delrieu F, Delrieu B, Walheim F Girabet F Vézinet J, Pereira B.



Team 2

Above from left to right: Br ych P, Chevret N, Monie B Costecèque Y , M. Pedoussat
Bottom left to right: Nova D RougerD, Arnaud S, Queiroz J, Tarte D.

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