Week four versus North Shore International men of mystery

We rose at daybreak ... well actually we all got to sleep in a bit because of the 10.30 am kick off time. We made out way out to North Reading on a bright, sunny, hot and humid late summer day. It was first place (3 and 0) hosting last place (0 and 3) but the mood of the Celtic buoys was quite chipper nonetheless. Today we were going to win and our season would begin in earnest ... I know this to be the case because Captain Flicky said so. From the starting whistle I could see that they were not as good as their record and we were playing some decent footy. The scoring went like this ... 1 to them, 1 to us, 1 to them, 1 to us. Both of our goals were scored by Tony who was playing a blinder. We hit the bar and they hit the bar.

Mike Grubor came on in the second half and gave us a boost ... a big, strong target man up front. Inter  identified the problem were all over him like a cheap suit. With ten minutes to go I managed to poke a ball between two defenders who were swarming Mike, cut through the gap and belted one into the far corner of the net. We were ahead! For the last few minutes we got everyone behind the ball and saw out the game. The league leaders were beaten.

We adjourned to a shady spot under a tree and guzzled fresca's and ate pasta salad. The buoys were happy. Next weekend everyone is out but we'll win anyway.

Week three versus Stoneham

We hosted our old enemies from Stoneham with the two of us locked on zero points at the bottom of the table ... a highly irregular situation. Stoneham appeared to be the usual strong squad with perhaps one new addition. We were fairly even through the first half with chances at both ends but we managed to go ahead with a cut back from this Limey bastard to Dimos who deftly controlled and slotted into the old onion bag. We led at the half but coughed up two goals in the second and that proved to be too much for us. A 2-1 loss and things are not looking good as we prop up the table with no points. Captain Flicky changed tactics for this game by lining up 4-3-3 and the pre game consensus was that this made sense ... the post game consensus was ... well, I don't know what it was ..  warm day, tired legs in the second half and some mutterings about needing to get into better shape.

Lunch was good ... Irish stew prepared by Paschal and Frank.

The next game is the big one ... away at NS internationals. These chaps are unbeaten and top of the table and I am stating right now that we are gonna beat them!

Week 2 versus Crapoli

Well what can I scribble about this one? Crapoli evidently are no longer crap ... some new faces on their team including a couple of migrants from other clubs and a very, very good keeper. We got a four nil spanking and all I can say about that is that the result was probably about right. I will mention some bright points ... Cain provided a highly palatable bagel brunch and Brian supplied copious beers.

The Fall 2017 season hath begun!

Game one versus Peabody ... season opener was a 2-1 loss!!!

So here's the poop. We had 18 subs and they had a gaggle of players so we were evenly matched on numbers. Captain Flicky organized and motivated with the flair of Mourinho and the drive of Klopp but something went awry. Doug Vee is doing some forensic work on what he feels may be Captain F's defective white board. To the match ... the numbers tell the story ... we had 105% possession, hit the post 21 times and the bar 32 times. We had 82 corners and they had one. They only got into our half thrice although on two of these forays they scored ... and when I say scored, I mean that we gave them two goals. I could go into exhaustive detail about the match but I only write flowing prose when we win. Dimos scored our only goal by weaving around the keeper and slotting home comfortably. We played some decent football but the melon just would not go in the old onion bag ... I'm just spit balling here but it could be that fruit and vegetables just don't mix.

Moving  on ... here's the thing .... Paschal the international man of mystery once again proved that he is an enigma of a puzzle of a mystery wrapped up in a conundrum. We played pickup on Wednesday as usual and adjourned to the rubber for sherberts. Paschal was the last to leave at around midnight and then the trail went cold. Paschal literally disappeared. I know what you are thinking ... a nocturnal shag fest with a goat ... you might be right but the truth is that nobody knows what happened ... more to come? Perhaps or perhaps not ... the urban legend that is Paschal lives on and he's keeping his own counsel.

Back to the footy ... NS Internationals gave Stoneham a tonking and Crappoli tied Nashua. The table looks decidedly upside down right now but it's early days and our trip to Crappoli this week should put the cat among the pigeons or my name's not Arthur Pewty.

Arthur Pewty (not).