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.
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