Match result – 3 September 2006

Score – yes - lots

Winners : yellow bibs

Ged, Robbie, John H, John D, Mark, Jim

2nd best : blue bibs

Jamie, Andy H, Andy P, Kenny, Tom, Matttthew

Our intrepid match reporter, freed from domestic chores, has filed this week’s report [after a much needed break for the readers ???!!!] in record time – it has been said that such a quick submission is due to the fact that only the last 40 minutes can be be reported on, however, rumour has it there wasn’t much to report in the opening encounters anyway!!

In the continuing theme of the summer, the organisation for the game saw 11 players turning out [good job it is back to school this week – I have been assured maths will be a top priority]; fortunately for the organisers, the young swede Matttthew Fergusssson [having just returned from his summer vacation and fully rested after his exertions for his country in the world cup], although languishing languidly at pitchside (no doubt dreaming of greater honours to come this year) was available and he stepped forward to make up the numbers.

Young Fergusssson strode forward to take his place and to give credit where it is due, he was not overawed at making an entrance in the shadow of the imperious legend of Sunday night – others might have quailed in a similar position.

Also turning out for the first time in a long time [was this actually a debut ?] was Mr. Kenny Hilton – as morally loose as his distant relation “Paris”, but a tough competitor nonetheless - tougher even than the late lamented crocodile wrestling Steve Irwin; their lives being such a parallel – both abondoned by drunken mothers in the back streets of Noctorum, Steve went on to be a world famous naturalist, Kenny a world famous naturist: such are the vagaries of life, but for two letters, Kenny could have been swimming with the rays and going out in glorious style.

Sit tibi vita longa et omnia bona.

Despite the compression of space with 12 players on show, the game was compact with some neat touches being shown and a willingness to keep the ball, that England could only dream of – it can only be a matter of time before Steve McLaren gets to that bit on his hectic schedule, where it says ‘visit drill hall’.

With the yellows displaying the greater degree of stamina, the blues performance degenerated into a semblance of better times [not really surprising given the scratch team cobbled together] and it was no surprise when Jamie, having demanded the ball as only a Teutonic uber-sweeper can, slotted the ball into his own net, past the hapless young Ferusssson, such a clincial finish, such an incredulous look on the young Swede's face, such a relieved look on Andy's face it wasn't him this week – the route was complete.

Pirouette watch

1 masterful turn with no loss of footing - good to see the wily old fox still able to read the game and execute with exquisite timing these masterclasses in the art of beating your opponent.

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