I forgot Captain Flicky's ball sack and there really is no excuse for this. I plan to give myself a damned good talking to and will stress the need to turn over a new leaf and get my act together so you should see a striking turnaround forthwith. This game was a big one ... bigger than any of the previous games ... about 8% bigger. We knew that a win would keep us in the three way race for the playoffs and anything less would leave us right up the swanny. BTW the swanny is a river in the United States, the Suwannee. Where am I going with this? I don't know but I do know that this game represented high drama and the aquatic reference is just silly!
So here is what happened ... we got off to a flying start with immediate high pressing that almost paid off with a goal in the first couple of minutes. We were all over them like a cheap suit. Stoneham were rocking and we were off to a flyer. The early pressure resulted in a few opportunities for us and the breakthrough came with a goal from this Limey ... a nice pass across the box from someone (possible Grubor), I took a touch and drilled one low and hard into the far left corner with the right foot ... game on. They equalized about ten minutes later but it was no more than a blip in our fortunes. We scored from a short corner from moi to Doug Vee who fizzed one into the box, there was a scramble and the ball deflected onto the underside of the bar and into the back of the old onion bag. In the interest of accuracy there was talk of the ball coming off Cain's melon and there was also talk of it being an OG but I am giving it to young Douglas even though I don't have the right to make such decisions. We went into the half with our tails up which accounts for the strong odor that I initially thought was from the fresh mulch being spread nearby. Captain Flicky delivered an impassioned half time speech laced with Churchillian references ... we shall fight them on the seas and oceans ... etc. Paschal was welling up with emotion. We had played some nice footy and the boys believed that there was more to come.
In the second half we banged in two more ... Rob got his arse into the box and was first to a loose ball which he dispatched into the back of the old onion bag like nobody's business. Our fourth goal came off a nice arcing cross to Dori who stood unmarked in the box and just had to nod it in the goal ... he then turned, smiled and waved to the jubilant crowd and I think I spotted a twinkle in his eye. There could have been more goals because we were creating more chances and had more possession. Stoneham were well and truly beaten and the press got to work on their headlines ... here are a few:
NS Celtic thrash pants off sluggish Stoneham!
Vicar - goat - wombat love triangle!
Stoneham put to the sword by marauding NS Celtic!
Stoneham team bus gets pranged in rear!
Note that the second one is not real ... I think some Russian hacker got into my blog and ran amok.
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