We had a number of players out today and started the game with only three subs and lost Blanchy to the curse of the dodgy hamstring but we played well and put five past the Evolution. We conceded two although one of them was freaky ... a nothing shot that squirted under Frank who slipped at just the wrong time. I've reviewed the footage and there was definitely a second spitter on the grassy knoll so Frank is excused of all wrong doing. Caino scored multiple goals and has cemented his place as the highest scoring left back on the team. Pat bagged a brace that he scored with both his left and his right ... left and right foot, not testicle. Dougie Vee scored a peach of a curler into the top corner that can only be matched by his "no look passing" ability which is a gift from his creator. Captain Flicky executed some nice back passes some of which went to our team ... he really is the master of this underutilized move. Rob scampered all over the shop like a very fit butchers dog on a sugar high. Andy swept up almost all loose balls at the back and muttered something about his "assist" percentage which apparently is in double digits. Doug Vee provided the post game munchies and we feasted on calzone and cookies and drank beer that did not run out .... Brian supplied the suds and is still traumatized by the blog report of ten years ago when he underestimated the drinking needs of the team. With time, therapy and medication he will be fine and the burn marks from the electrodes should fade if he uses enough of the special lotion thrice per day as instructed. Despite the fact that we put eleven goals past the Evolution over the two encounters, it was agreed that they are a good team and they are a quite amiable bunch of coves ... hail fellows well met! It's Paschal's birthday today and the lad was smilier than usual plus the meds had clearly worn off by games end. It's nice to play footy on Sunday morning, it's better when we win and it's bestest when we thrash the opposition which is something we've done a few times this season. Next week we play Crapoli for the title and I expect that there will be fireworks aplenty! It's an early kick off at the their place ... 8am. I've concluded that we should rise at daybreak and skip the continental breakfast even though twill only take twenty minutes max ... where am I going with this ... I will tell you ... nowhere.
Here is a picture of three Irishmen ... it's a very strange picture because two aren't drinking.
Ricardo getting some gentle ribbing from JB.
It's official by the way ... we are in the play offs. The only fly in the ointment would be if we lose the last game and rack up about twenty card points ... so I am saying right now that we should make the play offs ... maybe! Remember this ... death is but a moment ... cowardice is a lifetime of affliction.
Keep it tight at the back.
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