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.