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Good morning, Blog fans.

Just seven aside this week; for the second week in a row we have struggled slightly for numbers. (This Friday looks much more promising).

Here are your two teams, subject to a last minutre revision so that Andrea could feature on the same side as his mate, Mattia.

Yellows: Andrea, me, Mattia, Joe, Oleksandr, Yev and Josh

Blues: Johnnie, Ed, Nick, Steve, Will, Patrick Cheng, Markus

A warm welcome back to the Ineista of the Fylde coast, Will, who was comfortanly man of the match and inspired the Blue team to a 4-1 win as the Yellows were overrun in centre midfield. I believe it was Will who opened the scoring with an unerring drive into the corner, before Steve tapped in from all of about two yards after Andrea, stationed in goal, dropped a high cross onto his toes. Josh pulled one back for the Yellow team – apologies, I cannot remember anything about it, but I’m sure it was wonderful – before Nick restored the two goal advantage with a deft finish into the top corner despite being under heavy pressure from Joe.

In other notable moments, poor old Mattia absolutely stacked it onto the cement surrounding the pitch on a series of occasions, and had to pop off the pirch to get some bandaging on his hands and arms. There was also a slew of handball shouts, some more spurious than others – I am going to contact Howard Webb to see if he is prepared to come and deliver a seminar on what the current strictures around this most contentious of rulings is. If it’s good enough for the Wolves manager…

Markus got the fourth and final goal with what was literally the last kick of the game as he tapped in at the far post as the Yellow marking completely collapsed and left yours truly horribly exposed in goal.

And so to the pub, where I had a whole table to myself for about 15 minutes as I finised off my book. Topics under discussion including Erling Haaland – the consensus was that he’s not really that good at football – industrial action, 90s beer, prostates,± and Leyton apparently being the most desirable place to live in England.

And so to Friday where we await the return of the prodigal son of Coram Fields.

± we welcome further chat as to the relative merits of the Oxford comma. I’ve put one on here to annoy Jacob Rees-Mogg, as I know that he’s a massive fan of the blog.