Garston 7-1, men and boys. A bit of strategy and some self awareness might have narrowed the gap. Got to mention Brendan's fabulous 25 yard goal. He caught the ball perfectly as he was leaning backwards getting just the right leverage and elevation to lob the keeper.
League v Old Owens- We win 4-1. Comfortable win. Well reffed I thought. JB opened his account, Matty got a couple and our new centre forward Paul scored the other. Glue hands Mark kept goal- find of the season?
Our new centre forward left us with 10 minutes left and will not be returning. I believe Steve Bull is his agent.
Steve was taken off briefly and took it like a man. Cough, cough splutter. He knew it made sense.
Knobs 3 Old Pretenders 0. Was away to the barren north for a funeral. An own goal was one of the scorers. The others?
Computer now fixed, ta JB.
Knobs 2 Goldcheats 0.
Scorers John Boyle, a fine strike from a narrow angle and Martin following up a sweeping move neatly finished off at the far post leaving their youthful midfielders admiring him from the half way line!
The game would have been a forfeit on account of their superfluity of young non-talent and I have learned today that is indeed to count as a forfeit and the result is now 1-0 to us. I believe 4 of the first 6 league fixtures have been forfeits. A fucking parlour game not football. Best forfeit?
Sandy 9 Ware 2 now reads Sandy 0 Ware 1! Who will win this league? Why the one who can spot the under 30 year old in the opposition ranks. We could qualify for Europe? Keep up the old corinthian spirit eh wot!
Alistair got kicked up the bracket, eliciting much sympathy and not a little blood. Yours truly got a shouting at for not having a bottle of water concealed in his jock strap. Alistair helped himself to a bottle from a bag and raised the ire of one Steve B. "It's not water, it's medicine". Alistair sluiced on undeterred. ( heard today that Alistair's face has fallen off but he has one or two working parts left).
Everyone played well. Defence good, particularly Chris G and Simmo. Trevor dislocated a pinkie which Alistair reset and he played on.
All good in the late summer world.
Toodle pip.
Goodbye Sir Ronald
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