On account of my advancing years I moved up to the over 55's along with Captain Flicky (aka Bill Bostridge), Yiannis Moorhen (John Moorman), JB (Jay Bee), Derek (aka Dennis, aka Dell boy, aka Denzel) and Caino (the bonking king). FYI Cain is known as the "bonking king" on account of the vast passel of lady friends that he entertains. But I digress. We joined the Evolution for two reasons ... firstly the impressive logo showing the transition from ape to footballer and secondly their impressive leader ... the young and irrepressible Freddy Encalada. The lawyers and agents figured out the transfer fee which I believe was a six pack, payable over five years. I have to review the transfer documents but I learned that WE have to pay .... this comes to one beer apiece and I plan to hold out on payment until at least year three. Another part of the deal was messed up and apparently I have to keep writing this damned blog. There was an escape clause involving the scoring of a penalty. Unfortunately I blasted one over the bar and will be paying the price for that for quite some time. I actually paid quite a bit already because some of the Celtics were on hand for the miss and they were quite beastly to me. I cried myself to sleep on Sunday night and wet the bed twice.
We played the Seadogs and basically both teams cancelled each other out on almost every part of the pitch. On balance we were the better team in the first half and they were possibly better in the second. Neither team carved out any real opportunities although some impressive goal keeping on our part kept the game on a knife edge for some time.
The Evolution really showed their strength and character after the game and were clearly light years ahead of the Seadogs on moral fiber ... tables appeared, a grill was fired up and Freddy transitioned from head coach to head chef. Most of the chaps hung around for the after party and once again I found myself struggling to keep up with some furious beer consumption. I plan to buckle down and turn this around in upcoming games. My goal is to be able to drink three in a row and stay awake! Note to self ... bring pillow to next game. JB is working on a similar beer consumption target and is aiming to drink three in a row every five minutes for an hour while steadfastly avoiding a punch up!
For new readers to this blog do not be alarmed ... there is generally no detail about the football or analysis of tactics. Occasionally I may mention the score but that's about it. By week nine I hope to mention some people by name because by then I may actually know some of your names.
If you have any complaints please file them with my research assistant Hugh Jarse.
Keep it tight at the back.
Earnest Scribbler.
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