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A cold morning and looking to be a colder evening- I've lost something again and her indoors is not communicating. It's a life!

I was up at 4.30 writing a chapter or none, went on my paper rounds then inspected a frost covered pitch at 8.15. I deemed it would be playable by 10.30 and at least in this I was proved sort of right.
Goalie problems were being mulled over when they were resolved by the arrival of a fit and raring to go Phil. He looked the part, was the part and kicked well. Little serious to do. Even Bill, Twiggy and me could probably have kept a clean sheet against a side that looked the part but flattered to deceive against a battle hardened side such as us.
Bouncy and icy at first gave way to cloying mud. A penalty decision was turned down by meticulous refereeing in the very first minute, sorry Steve but the lad miskicked and it bounced onto his hand, and really it was more or less one way after that. They had individual skills but were not effective as a team and in general lacked the little extra puff necessary to be competetive over ninety minutes. They were most competitive in midfield so well done in that department especially. The soon- to- be- 45, Martin was my man of the match. Energy from start to last and he even scored. But well played several others. Matty scored 3, the first separating the teams at half time. A sneaky pass by Bully that I, among others never saw, straight down the middle and coming out of a full sun was finished off emphatically by Matt.
Second half was a rout. Lovely move, a slide rule cross from MM, finished off by John B, 2-0 match over. Then Matty smashed a lovely shot high into the net before Martin hit one high into the net, Mark finished emphatically and nearly had another before Matt gleefully finished off his erring shot from six inches. A little argy bargy came to nothing, they continued to play offside, the last resort of those with nowt left in the tank and we missed a score until a merciful final whistle.
Phil was caught kicking his boots against a post but noone pissed on any trees or vandalised the changing rooms. Matt took the black and grey kit home. Hopefully to wash!
Alistair was much amused post- showers by John Boyle's excessive towelling dry of his balls, John's own balls that is, but I forget the explanation for such hygeinic competence. A few chuckles ensued.
All were happy and most ended up in the pub where the egg sandwiches proved simply............ eggless!
Paul resisted the lure of the lads for a day's decorating. What resolve!

Sad news for Trevor this week and commiserations were expressed by all.

See you in a minute.

Ron