Another week, another report. We were slightly below strength this week with 17 players signed up, so Simon Gas recruited Moz from the 6.00 pm game to beef up the numbers. As it turned out, this wasn’t really necessary as young Patrick lasted all of about two minutes before limping off with a hamstring injury – get stretching, young man – whereupon Moz switched sides.
As such, your two teams were:
Yellows: Danny (still moored in goal); Morgan; Bogdan; me; Bristol Paul; Pete; Moz; Nick; Steve
Blues: Mick; Andrei (given the suffix “good player” by Simon); Ramone; Alan; Joe; Patrick Chen; Simon Gas
Right, formalities out of the way, here’s your report.
Morgan opened the scoring following a cross from the right with my left, which was missed / dummied by Moz – and after receiving the ball the Gallic Joe Cole made no mistake. Pete extended the Yellows’ lead, before the Blues pulled one back when JJ nodded the ball on to Joe, who duly tucked home.
The third Yellows goal came from a corner which was cleared as far as myself, stationed just outside the area. I volleyed the ball with my left foot and it nestled into the bottom corner, which makes it sound Paul Scholes-esque, but an accurate adverb to describe the ball’s progress would be ‘trundled’ and Morgan’s cute dummy was the chief reason that it went in. Nick then grabbed a fourth for the Yellows after Pete pinged through a tremendous pass and he made no mistake, stroking the ball home off the left upright.
There was time for the Blues to grab one more goal, as ridiculous defending from the Yellows (or lackthereof) saw the Blues with a three on one at the back (bearing in mind they were winning 4-1), and Alan was picked out unmarked and calmly stroked home.
Final score: Yellows 4 – Blues 2
All in all, given the fact the Yellows had an extra man who was drafted in at the eleventh hour and then moved to a different team, it wasn’t a bad game.
Finally, I said I’d mention Joe’s tremendous block to stop me bagging a brace. After a delicious pass from Nick I was through on goal and managed to turn Joe, who was the last defender, but in twisting and turning I lost momentum and as I turned to shoot a telescopic leg sprang from nowhere to divert the ball off for a corner. Foiled again.
A first night at the pub for me this season – a relatively sedate evening with everyone sat outside drinking al fresco. And not a face mask in sight inside the Skinners.
Until Friday!
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