Game ten - who gets all the marbles?

The stage was set ... a win against the North Shore Internationals and we would top the division. Captain Flicky took control and spoke from the gut ... he used words like honor, code, loyalty ... he used these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something that looked just like a football goal ...  well not really but Captain Flicky runs his team how he runs his team and he eats breakfast next to 4000 Mancunians by the Sea who are trained to kill him so the North Shore Internationals don't make him nervous. Yeah, that's what he said .. something verbatim right along those lines-ish.

We could not be sure if NS came to play or just wanted a kick around. There was nothing on the line for them and they acted all casual but in a pre-match chat with one of their chaps I realized that they were bluffing ... they came to play and they had plenty of skilled players and a very good keeper ... this was not going to be a stroll in the park. We had the numbers but one of our soldiers was looking a bit peaky ... young Rob the bed wetter had been probed in the hooby wotty just a few hours earlier. The narcotics were still in his system but he was gonna play no matter what. Rob the beast, chased down everything in his usual style but with a bit more mustard. We pressed them hard for the whole first half but could not break them down. We pressed them harder in the second half and finally got our noses in front. Hedge crossed one into the box and Blanchy nodded it into the back of the old onion bag with about ten minutes left on the clock. We thought that the job was done but they got a disputable free kick outside the box, the ball was launched into the box and hit the underside of the bar and squirted out to some lucky bastard who simply toe poked it into the back of our net. It was a freaky goal that they did not deserve. There were five minutes left to play and we threw everything at them but could not break the deadlock. Oy gevalt ... we missed our opportunity to take top spot.

We retired to the rubber for a few tumbles and lamented the tie which meant that we finished second to Marblehead and would have to go to Concord and play our bogey team on their turf pitch that was the size of a polo field ... or so we thought. We woke to the flurry of emails on Thursday morning that confirmed that were were champions of division one north by virtue of the nth tie breaker rule ... penis size!!!! Our willies were just a bit bigger than the Marblehead tadgers so we got the top spot. As the crowned champions of division one north we would now host GPS on our fortress grass pitch on Sunday morning. One minor side/foot note is that half of our team is going to be away in Nashville to watch the Pats ... don't even get me started on that one!