Mohammedan Sporting Club head coach Andrey Chernyshov expressed his disappointment over his team’s missed opportunities as they fell to Jamshedpur FC in the Indian Super League (ISL). In a thrilling, end-to-end encounter on Monday, Jamshedpur FC made the most of their opportunities to claim a 3-1 victory, handing Mohammedan SC their sixth defeat of the season. Chernyshov pointed to the absence of key midfielders Mirjalol Kasimov and Alexis Gomez, which left his side struggling to establish control from the outset. “We saw today how important players like Kasimov and Alexis are. It was a little bit of direct football from our side. We could not keep the ball..,” he said in the post-match press conference, as quoted by ISL. Jamshedpur FC secured a commanding win over Mohammedan SC, opening the scoring with a stunning strike from Mohammad Sanan. Despite the setback, Mohammedan SC’s coach Chernyshov believed his team was still in contention until a costly error shifted the game’s momentum. Goalkeeper Bhaskar Roy mishandled a corner, allowing Javier Siverio to capitalise and double Jamshedpur’s lead. Mohammedan SC had an opportunity to narrow the deficit in injury time, but Franca’s penalty was expertly saved by Albino Gomes, who delivered an impressive performance with four crucial saves. Despite dominating possession, Mohammedan SC struggled to penetrate the final third, ultimately paying the price for their inefficiency in attack. “We played a very good first half in the first 45 minutes and in the second half we went with this confidence that we want to win the match. But (then) this incredible goal.. they scored a very nice goal (through Sanan). Maybe it did not bring us down. But maybe after the mistake from our goalkeeper (for the second goal). It sometimes happens in football. But he helped us so many times in many matches, but today, it’s okay. But we need to help him. We need to play in attack. We need to play more aggressively. At this moment, we went down and we tried to change the match with our substitutions but nothing happened. Only when we scored to make it 3-1, then we had more chances. We went to attack and we got a penalty,” Chernyshov explained. He added, “I said before the match, in football, you need to have quality and you need to be lucky. We had so many chances to score but we did not score and we received the goal. That is a problem. If you don’t score, how will you win the match?” (ANI)
Just as we have to teach our children that the radioactive porn that nukes their phones and brains from around the age of 10 is not a healthy, desirable or accurate version of “normal” sex, we have to realise that sex on the page and sex between your own sheets is also very different.
That is because the fictional romance in the books of which you speak are escapist fantasy, designed to transport you from the humdrum quotidian reality of your actual flesh and blood partner in the metaphysical direction of a lusty seeing-to by a ripped fireman, an ice-hockey player or a workman with power tools (GEDDIT).
Yes, I have just checked Audible so that you don’t have to, and lo and behold a smorgasbord of audiobooks with the word “hot” or “rod” in the title, sometimes both, awaited my ears. Some examples include: “Hot Puck” in the “Rough Riders Hockey” series, “Hot Biker Daddy” and so on. I have to confess that I didn’t want to use up a credit by downloading one so I took your word for it that when the women climax they see stars and pass out. Of course, an orgasm at its best can be a very intense, pleasurable, almost ecstatic, experience but then so is eating a Caramel Double Magnum if you ask me.
As I was born in the 60s, my sex education came from novels by Nancy Friday, Lisa Alther and Jackie Collins, as well as that much-thumbed wedding bit in the Godfather, and even Thorn Birds. When I was at Oxford, I remember a summer holiday in Tuscany during which I was so gripped by some bonkbuster that every morning I refused to go to Rome, even though one of my specialist subjects for my finals was classical Greek and Roman art and architecture. “No thanks,” I’d tell my father without looking up from my Jilly Cooper novel. “I want to stay here by the pool reading Riders.”
Now, of course, what teenagers see is far more explicit than anything I saw and read and yes, I’m sure that romantic fiction is keeping up, to some extent. So is literary fiction, as it happens, which you should perhaps add to your Audible library for texture. I just read All Fours by Miranda July, having been warned that I’d need a fire extinguisher handy as I sizzled through what must be the first sexy novel about the perimenopause. Don’t Be A Stranger by Susan Minot is also cited as evidence of an “erotic reawakening” of women of a certain age too. Indeed, the New Yorker has decided that fiction has entered the “Season of the Witch”.
So the answer to your first question is also a yes, in the context of a pornified society, it’s more out there than it was, but that’s not to say you’re missing out on anything. Maybe just tell yourself, you’ve dodged a bullet! People are a bit more adventurous, or think they should be, but human nature doesn’t change. There will always be folk with niche interests – what my friend Mary Killen calls “special needs” – but there always have been, think of de Sade. As for whether women really do have such intense climaxes that they black out and so on, don’t forget that famous scene in When Harry Met Sally. As Meg Ryan almost once said, we’d all like to have what she’s having but that kind of experience is confined to fiction.
Also, if you’re after an exuberant, fleshy rendition of knockers-out nookie on screen head over to Disney+ and Rivals. The aforementioned author Dame Jilly Cooper is unusual in that she conveys a kind of schoolgirl giggly gusto in her sex scenes, which this adaptation captures perfectly.
Romantic fiction has shifted in recent decades to reflect more explicit and varied sexual experiences. Photo / 123rf
Dear Rachel,
Although I am 76, my wife is 73. We are in a good, loving relationship with an enviable lifestyle and diet. We make love every two or three days, sometimes more often. Ann nearly always has two or more orgasms while I rarely have even one. What do you suggest we should do please? Many thanks and best wishes from us both.
It doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me! “Two or three days maybe more often” is a frequency a teenager would envy, let alone those of us in the riper years. What a turn-up! I’d say a solid two thirds of my mailbag is from middle-aged men complaining about their wives and their unilaterally imposed Sus laws (Sus is short for shut up shop, which is what women of a certain age and stage tend to do after the oestrogen has left the building but their domestic duties haven’t).
Of course, sauce for the goose is sometimes sauce for the gander and I also get the odd, puzzled missive from a woman with the same issue. But I know readers across the world will read about your perfect golden years, the only cloud on the horizon the orgasm deficit on your side with envy and think, “I wish I had your problem!” Mazeltov to you both and as I am unable to assist in this department, I passed your letter to my expert, Sophie Haggard. Again, what follows may offend those who prefer to draw a discreet veil over the plumbing and hydraulics of the human male.
She tells me that there’s a technical diagram called “The Ladder of Desire”. It suggests that couples go up and down at different speeds. So that’s the first thing. Haggard says: “Any psychosexual therapist would advise not to make orgasm the be all.” But, she says, for you to have a diagnosable problem in reaching orgasm, the issue would have to have been around for six months and be causing “significant distress”.
It’s a Catch 22 as, of course, it’s something that gets worse if you stress about it (like everything else). The “refractory period” – Google is your friend, Readers – lengthens dramatically with age (oh alright then, it is the time it takes to, ahem, come), which means that you may struggle to achieve completion in what Haggard refers to as partner sex.
SSRIs are also well known to affect enjoyment and can “numb genital sensation” (I have never taken antidepressants so cannot verify this). Haggard concludes: “Readers may blanche… But if he DOES masturbate he may be used to a certain ‘grip’ [sorry] and he had better show it to her”.
Haggard reports that there are self-focus exercises you could do, such as “take a long shower and focus on your sensations as you wash different parts of his body”. In summary, she suggests that you explore fantasies and generally get in touch with your own sensual experiences. Try to fit that into your enviable lifestyle and do report back.
Rachel Johnson, is a journalist, author of eight books, broadcaster, host of the Difficult Women podcast and the Telegraph’s sex and relationships agony aunt
Just as we have to teach our children that the radioactive porn that nukes their phones and brains from around the age of 10 is not a healthy, desirable or accurate version of “normal” sex, we have to realise that sex on the page and sex between your own sheets is also very different.
That is because the fictional romance in the books of which you speak are escapist fantasy, designed to transport you from the humdrum quotidian reality of your actual flesh and blood partner in the metaphysical direction of a lusty seeing-to by a ripped fireman, an ice-hockey player or a workman with power tools (GEDDIT).
Yes, I have just checked Audible so that you don’t have to, and lo and behold a smorgasbord of audiobooks with the word “hot” or “rod” in the title, sometimes both, awaited my ears. Some examples include: “Hot Puck” in the “Rough Riders Hockey” series, “Hot Biker Daddy” and so on. I have to confess that I didn’t want to use up a credit by downloading one so I took your word for it that when the women climax they see stars and pass out. Of course, an orgasm at its best can be a very intense, pleasurable, almost ecstatic, experience but then so is eating a Caramel Double Magnum if you ask me.
As I was born in the 60s, my sex education came from novels by Nancy Friday, Lisa Alther and Jackie Collins, as well as that much-thumbed wedding bit in the Godfather, and even Thorn Birds. When I was at Oxford, I remember a summer holiday in Tuscany during which I was so gripped by some bonkbuster that every morning I refused to go to Rome, even though one of my specialist subjects for my finals was classical Greek and Roman art and architecture. “No thanks,” I’d tell my father without looking up from my Jilly Cooper novel. “I want to stay here by the pool reading Riders.”
Now, of course, what teenagers see is far more explicit than anything I saw and read and yes, I’m sure that romantic fiction is keeping up, to some extent. So is literary fiction, as it happens, which you should perhaps add to your Audible library for texture. I just read All Fours by Miranda July, having been warned that I’d need a fire extinguisher handy as I sizzled through what must be the first sexy novel about the perimenopause. Don’t Be A Stranger by Susan Minot is also cited as evidence of an “erotic reawakening” of women of a certain age too. Indeed, the New Yorker has decided that fiction has entered the “Season of the Witch”.
So the answer to your first question is also a yes, in the context of a pornified society, it’s more out there than it was, but that’s not to say you’re missing out on anything. Maybe just tell yourself, you’ve dodged a bullet! People are a bit more adventurous, or think they should be, but human nature doesn’t change. There will always be folk with niche interests – what my friend Mary Killen calls “special needs” – but there always have been, think of de Sade. As for whether women really do have such intense climaxes that they black out and so on, don’t forget that famous scene in When Harry Met Sally. As Meg Ryan almost once said, we’d all like to have what she’s having but that kind of experience is confined to fiction.
Also, if you’re after an exuberant, fleshy rendition of knockers-out nookie on screen head over to Disney+ and Rivals. The aforementioned author Dame Jilly Cooper is unusual in that she conveys a kind of schoolgirl giggly gusto in her sex scenes, which this adaptation captures perfectly.
Romantic fiction has shifted in recent decades to reflect more explicit and varied sexual experiences. Photo / 123rf
Dear Rachel,
Although I am 76, my wife is 73. We are in a good, loving relationship with an enviable lifestyle and diet. We make love every two or three days, sometimes more often. Ann nearly always has two or more orgasms while I rarely have even one. What do you suggest we should do please? Many thanks and best wishes from us both.
It doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me! “Two or three days maybe more often” is a frequency a teenager would envy, let alone those of us in the riper years. What a turn-up! I’d say a solid two thirds of my mailbag is from middle-aged men complaining about their wives and their unilaterally imposed Sus laws (Sus is short for shut up shop, which is what women of a certain age and stage tend to do after the oestrogen has left the building but their domestic duties haven’t).
Of course, sauce for the goose is sometimes sauce for the gander and I also get the odd, puzzled missive from a woman with the same issue. But I know readers across the world will read about your perfect golden years, the only cloud on the horizon the orgasm deficit on your side with envy and think, “I wish I had your problem!” Mazeltov to you both and as I am unable to assist in this department, I passed your letter to my expert, Sophie Haggard. Again, what follows may offend those who prefer to draw a discreet veil over the plumbing and hydraulics of the human male.
She tells me that there’s a technical diagram called “The Ladder of Desire”. It suggests that couples go up and down at different speeds. So that’s the first thing. Haggard says: “Any psychosexual therapist would advise not to make orgasm the be all.” But, she says, for you to have a diagnosable problem in reaching orgasm, the issue would have to have been around for six months and be causing “significant distress”.
It’s a Catch 22 as, of course, it’s something that gets worse if you stress about it (like everything else). The “refractory period” – Google is your friend, Readers – lengthens dramatically with age (oh alright then, it is the time it takes to, ahem, come), which means that you may struggle to achieve completion in what Haggard refers to as partner sex.
SSRIs are also well known to affect enjoyment and can “numb genital sensation” (I have never taken antidepressants so cannot verify this). Haggard concludes: “Readers may blanche… But if he DOES masturbate he may be used to a certain ‘grip’ [sorry] and he had better show it to her”.
Haggard reports that there are self-focus exercises you could do, such as “take a long shower and focus on your sensations as you wash different parts of his body”. In summary, she suggests that you explore fantasies and generally get in touch with your own sensual experiences. Try to fit that into your enviable lifestyle and do report back.
Rachel Johnson, is a journalist, author of eight books, broadcaster, host of the Difficult Women podcast and the Telegraph’s sex and relationships agony aunt
Just as we have to teach our children that the radioactive porn that nukes their phones and brains from around the age of 10 is not a healthy, desirable or accurate version of “normal” sex, we have to realise that sex on the page and sex between your own sheets is also very different.
That is because the fictional romance in the books of which you speak are escapist fantasy, designed to transport you from the humdrum quotidian reality of your actual flesh and blood partner in the metaphysical direction of a lusty seeing-to by a ripped fireman, an ice-hockey player or a workman with power tools (GEDDIT).
Yes, I have just checked Audible so that you don’t have to, and lo and behold a smorgasbord of audiobooks with the word “hot” or “rod” in the title, sometimes both, awaited my ears. Some examples include: “Hot Puck” in the “Rough Riders Hockey” series, “Hot Biker Daddy” and so on. I have to confess that I didn’t want to use up a credit by downloading one so I took your word for it that when the women climax they see stars and pass out. Of course, an orgasm at its best can be a very intense, pleasurable, almost ecstatic, experience but then so is eating a Caramel Double Magnum if you ask me.
As I was born in the 60s, my sex education came from novels by Nancy Friday, Lisa Alther and Jackie Collins, as well as that much-thumbed wedding bit in the Godfather, and even Thorn Birds. When I was at Oxford, I remember a summer holiday in Tuscany during which I was so gripped by some bonkbuster that every morning I refused to go to Rome, even though one of my specialist subjects for my finals was classical Greek and Roman art and architecture. “No thanks,” I’d tell my father without looking up from my Jilly Cooper novel. “I want to stay here by the pool reading Riders.”
Now, of course, what teenagers see is far more explicit than anything I saw and read and yes, I’m sure that romantic fiction is keeping up, to some extent. So is literary fiction, as it happens, which you should perhaps add to your Audible library for texture. I just read All Fours by Miranda July, having been warned that I’d need a fire extinguisher handy as I sizzled through what must be the first sexy novel about the perimenopause. Don’t Be A Stranger by Susan Minot is also cited as evidence of an “erotic reawakening” of women of a certain age too. Indeed, the New Yorker has decided that fiction has entered the “Season of the Witch”.
So the answer to your first question is also a yes, in the context of a pornified society, it’s more out there than it was, but that’s not to say you’re missing out on anything. Maybe just tell yourself, you’ve dodged a bullet! People are a bit more adventurous, or think they should be, but human nature doesn’t change. There will always be folk with niche interests – what my friend Mary Killen calls “special needs” – but there always have been, think of de Sade. As for whether women really do have such intense climaxes that they black out and so on, don’t forget that famous scene in When Harry Met Sally. As Meg Ryan almost once said, we’d all like to have what she’s having but that kind of experience is confined to fiction.
Also, if you’re after an exuberant, fleshy rendition of knockers-out nookie on screen head over to Disney+ and Rivals. The aforementioned author Dame Jilly Cooper is unusual in that she conveys a kind of schoolgirl giggly gusto in her sex scenes, which this adaptation captures perfectly.
Romantic fiction has shifted in recent decades to reflect more explicit and varied sexual experiences. Photo / 123rf
Dear Rachel,
Although I am 76, my wife is 73. We are in a good, loving relationship with an enviable lifestyle and diet. We make love every two or three days, sometimes more often. Ann nearly always has two or more orgasms while I rarely have even one. What do you suggest we should do please? Many thanks and best wishes from us both.
It doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me! “Two or three days maybe more often” is a frequency a teenager would envy, let alone those of us in the riper years. What a turn-up! I’d say a solid two thirds of my mailbag is from middle-aged men complaining about their wives and their unilaterally imposed Sus laws (Sus is short for shut up shop, which is what women of a certain age and stage tend to do after the oestrogen has left the building but their domestic duties haven’t).
Of course, sauce for the goose is sometimes sauce for the gander and I also get the odd, puzzled missive from a woman with the same issue. But I know readers across the world will read about your perfect golden years, the only cloud on the horizon the orgasm deficit on your side with envy and think, “I wish I had your problem!” Mazeltov to you both and as I am unable to assist in this department, I passed your letter to my expert, Sophie Haggard. Again, what follows may offend those who prefer to draw a discreet veil over the plumbing and hydraulics of the human male.
She tells me that there’s a technical diagram called “The Ladder of Desire”. It suggests that couples go up and down at different speeds. So that’s the first thing. Haggard says: “Any psychosexual therapist would advise not to make orgasm the be all.” But, she says, for you to have a diagnosable problem in reaching orgasm, the issue would have to have been around for six months and be causing “significant distress”.
It’s a Catch 22 as, of course, it’s something that gets worse if you stress about it (like everything else). The “refractory period” – Google is your friend, Readers – lengthens dramatically with age (oh alright then, it is the time it takes to, ahem, come), which means that you may struggle to achieve completion in what Haggard refers to as partner sex.
SSRIs are also well known to affect enjoyment and can “numb genital sensation” (I have never taken antidepressants so cannot verify this). Haggard concludes: “Readers may blanche… But if he DOES masturbate he may be used to a certain ‘grip’ [sorry] and he had better show it to her”.
Haggard reports that there are self-focus exercises you could do, such as “take a long shower and focus on your sensations as you wash different parts of his body”. In summary, she suggests that you explore fantasies and generally get in touch with your own sensual experiences. Try to fit that into your enviable lifestyle and do report back.
Rachel Johnson, is a journalist, author of eight books, broadcaster, host of the Difficult Women podcast and the Telegraph’s sex and relationships agony aunt
