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Another festive season passes by and on a cloying gluetop a competitve game took place.
We were latish to show and once out were astonished to see the opposition disappear to the dressing rooms for 10 minutes as we froze our nadgers off. They looked strong, well they looked young and that's a form of strength. Pigeons were sent forth to recruit Danny and Tom but whilst Danny soon appeared Tom slept on.
We hardly started as they outfought and outplayed us for 15 minutes. What's happening here?Fortunately their efforts were repelled, kept to long range or were threatening only from some nice corners from Phil. Gavin, once he stopped laughing soon got into some sort of stride. One lung bursting run on the left saw him find Ron two yards out who hoofed over the bar- rustiness obviously (how'd a fuckin miss that?). Ron continued to be pivotal to the game's status hoofing a tame shot off off M. Boyle's toe (he wouldn't have got it anyway) then cleverly heading a goal bound Gavin shot narrowly wide (a foot and anyway the shot was losing steam with every inch). We were competing a bit now. A prolonged philosophical debate between Steve and himself led to the referee getting the hump, then blow me down with a peashooter, as Steve reached the climax of his verbal dissertation the referee lightened the gathering gloom with the brandishing of a red card! Well a sort of orange, luminous card and off Steve went. A subtle introduction of Mark restored numerical parity until half time arrived. Steve went to confession at half time and humbly returned to the field of play for the second half. There seemd to be some 15 minute hiatus at half time when they all disappeared again. Viagra injections I suppose.
Close calls occurred for us at the right end as we bossed the second half. Bill went to make the tea, John went to warm his balls and seemingly Tom slept on. Twenty minutes to go and an accurate freekick beat Trevor's juju spell and nestled in the top corner. If only Dave had been allowed to be on the line. Then a sweet move saw us equalise in a back to front sweeping move. From keeper to John then to Danny who squared from the by line for Gavin to trundle home. Howzat!
Gavin hit the hardest shot of the game only for their keeper to make an excellent save. Chances came and went for us . I enjoyed some comical happenings , Steve's hilarious 'shoulder' charge on the full back, an elephant squashing a fly- Phil's 'shoulder' push on Phil which saw a significant register on the Richter Scale. They nearly scored at the death but were thwarted by a terrific Trevor save, followed by a superbly brave Chris clearance. My man of the match by the way - Chris Griffiths.
Tom didn't show- what they putting in his cocoa?
A goodly turn out at the Station, increasing their custom by 10,000%. Food was slow in coming but it was worth the wait, despite some ignorant chants of "Fox Fox...."
Alistair hobbled by on his way to the Church Of Redemption by the looks of it. Home we all went happy little teddy bears!