We woz robbed!

We lost 2-1 to North Shore International men of mystery who are a prickly, bad tempered gaggle of n'er do wells. We played on a cool and wet Sunday morning on a dodgy pitch that was so narrow that it resembled a corridor.

We woz robbed five minutes into the game with a goal that was at least a yard offside ... possibly two yards. The ref was terrible and clearly got the call wrong ... it was quite maddening and I have no idea how he could believe that the player was onside. Am I suspicious? Yes I am. Do I smell a rat? Yes I do. Do I suspect foul play? Yes I do. Do I have more questions and answers? Yes I do.



We pulled one back with a nice volleyed goal by Caino and then they scored another pretty good goal so the game really should have been a 1-1 tie. We had some more chances but struggled to get our usual rhythm together on a lumpy pitch. I did get a late opportunity from a direct free kick ... the ball was headed straight to the top corner but somehow the keeper got to it.

The Gilf dropped off a good lunch before kick off and then shot off home to vomit and crap his way through the rest of the day ... the Gilf had stomach flu but in dropping off the lunch proved that he was not lacking in moral fiber.

Marblehead gets a tonking!

FIVE NIL !!!

We lined up 4-4-2 on a chilly early morning kick with the sun in our eyes and we had a close 45 minutes with a number of missed chances and a ball cleared off our line ... by this Limey bastard I should note. We went into the half tied at 0-0 but then everything changed. Captain Flicky got his foot on the ball and made at least three back heels to the opposition when easy passes to team mates were at hand. But, as with everything Captain Flicky does there is solid reasoning and it quite clearly triggered our goal fest. Walter made the first goal with a beautifully floated ball that Cain nodded in with his melon. Cain scored two on the day and Doug, Brahim and Oscar got the others.

After the game we feasted on sausage, onions and peppers prepared by Andy along with brownies and ice cream. The lads were feeling good and the consensus was that we played quite well. Tom kept a clean sheet and did not go mental even once which is both heartening and puzzling? Marblehead did fairly well in the middle but had very little up front and were obviously a bit dodgy at the back.

I am making a bold prediction that if we keep winning like this we should avoid relegation!

Bugger, bugger, bugger ... we lose 3-2 to Stoneham

My opening statement is this ... football is a game of two halves. I know that this is true because we played two halves and in the first we held the ball for long periods and made lots of short passes and looked kinda unbeatable. Caino scored our first goal with a glancing header and I got the second one from the penalty spot. Now moving on to the second ... we did not play as well, did not hold or pass the ball as well and guess what ... we managed to concede three times which is really bloody annoying. I can't go into the details on account of the frustration level. Next week we play Marblehead and if we don't pick up a win we could well be in a dog fight to avoid relegation. 

Ged supplies a very nice turkey chili and very nice beef chili !!!

We lost 2-1 to DEA Bedford who were quite thrilled to win their first division one game at our expense. It was pretty bad that we gave them three points especially as we were the better team. I don't really understand how on earth we lost although an own goal and a missed penalty did not help ... please note that I have carefully omitted the names of the offenders to save their blushes (it was Dory and Pat).

Rob scored our goal ... a speculative shot through a crowd and an odd bounce that fooled the keeper. There was another notable point about Rob after the game was over ... he  donned a silk patterned burka and rearranged his undergarments pitch side. I believe that this is because it was a bit chilly around the ... around the ... um ... it was a bit chilly. We pressed so much that we did get caught on the break in the second half but Tom made a really nice save to keep things from getting worse.

What else ... the DEA field was pretty shitty and I am considering using this as an explanation for why we lost.

Game 4 - a loss!

Another warm and perfect morning with the pitch in great shape. We faced Andover and the plan was to win and maintain our position at the top of table …. a solid plan that seemed quite within our reach given our recent possession based performances. Captain Flicky was recovering from having his testicles removed so he was a bit hoarse and Andy did the pre-match speaking. We were as one chanting “Billy’s tonsils” on three. I just spotted a typo a little way back by the way … testicles was a mistake and should read … TONSILS. Sorry for any confusion.

It was quite clear from the kick off that Andover were good and had picked up some new players who were a bit useful and had made them stronger than when we last played them. However we were playing well and had more of the ball in the first half. We carved out a few chances that we could not take … something that would prove to be our undoing. We went into half time tied at 0-0. They were awarded a penalty in the second half for an outrageous verbal onslaught by Captain Flicky … the Captain talked his way straight into the book and essentially disappeared for the rest of the game which is actually not true because Billy didn’t play at all … on account of the testicles … sorry, sorry … TONSILS.  Things further unraveled for us and they scored two more goals so the game ended as a 3-0 defeat which was our heaviest of the season. We shuffled off the pitch and congregated for the post-match victuals and libations.

I supplied bagels, assorted meats, fixings and tomatoes from my garden. The highlight was the preparation and serving of a special “bite” for Rob which included a generous dollop of jalapeno salsa. It should be added that both Rob and I were shreddie free for all of the post match … why do I mention this? Frankly I have no idea but I do encourage fellow team mates to lose the shreddies after the match on a warm day because it is a singular pleasure to get some air to the boys down below. Doug Vee the carnival barker kept the lads entertained with stories of detection and a recounting of his recent holiday in France where he was summarily shushed by assorted French folks for the crime of speaking loudly and dotting his narrative with a multitude of expletives. When asked for a general comment about the French, Doug replied “those fucking people” … which I feel sums up his thoughts quite nicely.