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.
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