Let's start with the pub celebrations at 466 where the beer flowed like wine and the pizza flowed like wine too ... piping hot, non liquid, crusty wine with goat cheese on top. Celtic are big fans of the goat cheese despite Captain Flicky's protestations.
Caino the chairman of Vanderlay Industries giving the thumbs up sign after signing up Sam as his latex salesman.
Derek tried some mind games by sitting right next to me and drinking a beer that shall remain nameless. I averted my eyes but my heart knew the evil brew was close and it gave me shpilkes. Consumption of such a crap beer is a sin in the old country and would get you placed on a beer offenders registry. I made allowances because Derek did chase their forward around all evening and sustained an almighty whack in the calf that went into spasm ...a spasm that went to his brain in the pub. Look at that face ... the madness is right there in his mince pies.
Anyway, moving on to the game. It was not a game of three halves, it was a game of two halves. In the first half they were better than us and they scored but we were not ourselves ... there was complacency and that is not us. Captain Flicky knew it and went into Mourinho mode at half time, rallied the troops with an uplifting "I had a dream"-ish speech. We came out like a rat out of an aqueduct and pressed Andover hard and played with a much higher line. Sam found himself in the right place at the right time off a corner and belted one into the back of the old onion bag. Time stood still after this as the ball squirted around the box and presented itself perfectly for Tony ... who promptly dispatched it into the night sky .... it was a shocker and Tony is getting counseling for missing a sitter. Towards the end of the game there were a series of Barcelona-mid-season-form-ish passes involving Cain, Pat and Rob who carved open the Andover defense with a through ball to Caino who dispatched the orb into the net like a champ. Caino peeled away to celebrate in style and the crowd went wild. Andover were pretty knackered in the third half but did cause some consternation at the back ... consternation not constipation! They hit the post and the bar but Frank the cat swatted away everything else in his usual commanding style. There were some fistycuffs on the Andover bench with a couple of their chaps throwing wobblers ... always a good sign for us.
We moved into top spot and there was talk of the play offs. Next up is Peabody and I'm predicting a goal fest.
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