I got a few complaints yesterday that the blog had not been updated so I'm all over it now like a cheap suit. Last week was game one and we beat the North Shore International Men of Mystery 1-0 with a goal from Juice. The weather was perfect and the turf field at North Reading High School was freshly cut ... I like this joke so I'm sticking with it and probably for the whole season. We started the game with one sub but at the half Boomer had to go to work and then Mike Blanch and John Moorhen
got injured (hang nail and sun stroke) and we finished with nine chaps and spent the last ten minutes hanging on for dear life.
Game two was an entirely different kettle of fish ... subs, grass pitch and a strong opponent. Johnny Gee put on a master class and scored a hat trick. Two goals were belters and one was a cracker! We won the game 4-2 and Rob got spat at in the face ... a first offence that in biblical times would be punishable by crucifixion. Somehow the wanker got off with nothing although Rob had a side bar conversation with Doug and the horse's head has been ordered and should be in the wanker's bed by Thursday. Rob was fit to be tied and was brooding in the parking lot for quite some time after the final whistle ... actually this is not unusual at all ... he does this after most games. Ged showed up after having a shot into his willy. The northern bastard should tell the nurse next time that the covid jab is supposed to go in yer arm!
Ged was fresh back from Florida where he drank one orange juice, as seen here:
I'm guessing that the lime wedge was a bit off.
He then fell into a deep depression about the poor quality Florida citrus crop this year:
For two weeks in a row Cain did not score ... did not score on the football pitch that is. In the bedroom he is still the league leader with 302 hitting the back of the net in the first two weeks.
