The final match of the season is a 3-0 win over DEA

It was a chilly one and we played on our home turf in front of a large crowd of perhaps seven ... although the crowd seemed bigger probably because both teams had subs ... actually I think that there may have been ten people by the end of the game and I'm not exaggerating. My dad told me a million times ... don't exaggerate! (I thank you). We moved the ball well today, scored three goals, conceded none and finished the season in second place in our flight. We played as well as we had all season and won quite comfortably. DEA went a little bit mental toward the end of the game and one fella managed to get himself red carded by suggesting to ref that he go and fudge himself ... rarely a good suggestion I feel.

Immediately after the match we took this team picture which features Gedwood the Northern Bastard fiddling with Billy's undercarriage for reasons that my legal team have advised me not to go into.

After the picture taking we trogged over to the Gilf's house and feasted on all manner of fixings prepared by Kate and John Moorman ... this is not a typo ... Yiannis Moorhen aka John Moorman made the coleslaw and the pulled pork and I'm not pulling your plonker ... he really did! Dougie Vee held court and regaled us with stories of derring do from the underbelly of life in the trenches of criminal detection in Boston. He guzzled scotch whilst expounding and he did not get louder ... he started loud and maintained an even level of loudspeak the whole time ... it was a master class. 

Kate made three different kinds of pie for dessert and I made a point of trying each of them for to not do this would be disrespectful and downright wrong. I drank a couple of sharpeners with the feast, came home, showered and dozed off on the couch in front of the pellet stove ... I may have dreamed the dreams of a thousand martyrs ... whatever that means.  

We had a good season and I look forward to doing it again in the spring. 

Keep it tight at the back!