We were once again slightly short on numbers this week, so we had a gruelling hour of seven aside to enjoy after a slew of late withdrawals for a variety of respiratory and muscular issues.
Here are your two teams –
Yellows: Bogan, Morgan, Simon Ink, Danny, Yev, me, Steve
Blues: Kanat, Will, Paul Gas, Mick, Alan, Geoff, Simon Gas
I’d like to say that Friday’s match was a like a game of chess, but this would be true only as it would be played by two old men in the advanced stages of dementia with failing eyesight. This was one of those games that ended up being horribly one-sided, although, unlike Nuno Holy Spirit after yesterday’s North London Derby, I would beg to say this was no reflection on the team selection(s).
The Blue team were a man light for about the first seven minutes, by which time Simon Ink had grabbed himself a typically muscular brace. At which stage cue Kanat, but sadly no comeback for the Blues. Morgan capped a man of the match performance with at least two excellent finishes, Yev rammed home another in characterstically rumbunctious fashion and there were two own goals, the pick of which was a deft header from Kanat that flew past the keeper and into the far corner.
The Blues could have scored way more than their one goal, which was finished by Mick after a scrappy melee from a corner. This made amends for an earlier miss from the vocal journalist after he’d narrowly failed to turn in a great ball from Will – the Blues also struck the woodwork on a number of occasions and found Danny in great form between the posts for most of the game.
Final score: Yellows 7ish – Blues 1
No pub for me this week; I was very tired and hungover after enjoying the member’s bar at the Roundhouse the previous evening while The Specials went through their golden back catalogue with great aplomb. Too much too (not so) young indeed.
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