It's the spring 2018 season and I have made a late start with the blog on account of an elapsed time deficit. This is what happened so far ... we lost, we won, we won .... but enough of these details ... I'm moving on to match four against the Evolution because Captain Flicky handed the reins to me and Caino so the heat was on and there were some big boots to fill and so on an so forth. It was also a big one because a bunch of nameless wankers shuffled off to Myrtle Beach to play golf (which is a very silly game by the way) and leave us in the lurch ... or so we thought? For the record, the nameless ones are Andy, Pat, Paschal, JB, Captain Flicky and Frank and they will be sitting on the naughty step (aka subs bench) to think about what they have done. Young Douglas Vigliolottalinguine also needs to park his jacksy on the bench because he was in Florida and I think he tried to get his small ball into a small and distant hole or two ... disgraceful.
On to the match ... Coggs in net, Lesly, Rob and Derek at the back, Boomer and Dori were the double stoppers, Sweney, Grubor and me in the middle, Caino and Wilberforce up front. Gilf and Blanchy were the subs. I know what you are thinking and you're right ... this is indeed a fiendishly clever line up. We were short handed and two chaps were carrying injuries but we played a blinder with only two subs. It went something like this ... we scored, they scored, we scored, we scored, they scored, we scored, we scored, they scored, we scored .... nine goals and we got six of them which means (and I've counted twice) that we won ... again! Caino (the scoring machine) bagged four and Grubor got two ... he should have had a hat trick but put a penalty the wrong side of the post although he did send the hapless keeper the wrong way. I have carefully analysed my match notes and it's fair to say that everyone played well ... we had most of the ball and put together some Barce-mid-season-esque passing that was quite pleasing on the mince pies. Despite the talent on the Evolution team they never troubled us. They were awarded a penalty somewhere along the way that "Coggs the cat" saved as usual. We retired to the parking lot to feast on bangers and beer in the cool drizzle ... the perfect end to a Sunday morning game of footy!
So how did we pull this off I hear you ask ... well the answer is simple ... strategery.
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