No balled lover from Liverpool...
Another 5 a side match! - This time we had the Green Goddess in the court opposite pumping techno at full volume, issuing impossible twist commands at a regiment of pre-Christmas chunky davina wannabes. It was odd having to play football to music, it felt like I was in the computer game Fifa 2006® (but with shit dance music instead of obscure indie stuff).
The opposition fielded an older team this week, choosing to go with experience over the hot headed youths that had tried and failed last week!
I can't remember every detail of the match (I am writing this on the following Tue) but I will try and document the highlights. The most important of which was undoubtedly "my first hattrick" (not a primary coloured toy from Tomy®). One of the trio at least was borderline spectacular as I twisted to the rhythm of Culture Beat and skinned ole yella to poke the ball in the net with a sweet right foot strike. Another one was an embarrassing pass back by McVittie which I gleefully intercepted punting it smuggly into the corner.
Somewhere in the match it was little Jimmys turn in nets, an opportunity he often uses to orchestrate a team talk with angry chants punctuated with the odd profanity. This time was different, we were 5 goals in front and looking the stronger of the sides so Jimmy was more relaxed, prefering to use his time in nets to admire the skill of his outfield brethren. Then suddenly our complacency forged a cheeky uber strike from the half way line striking the tranquil Jimmy in the jacobs. There was a definite pause, maybe only a second while we all including Jimmy, wondered if the ball had indeed made contact with his knackers, and then as expected the familiar ball ache yelp echoed in the hall and was followed by a chorus of 9 men empathising with a swift draw of air through the teeth. (ouch!)
As the ole fellas tried to build on our sides ball related weakness, Marc's russian performance drugs kicked in and he decided to run with the ball much like a steam train into their half colliding with Warren who despite being blessed with a favourable center of Gravity pivoted at his heels and fell back. Always the samaritin, Marc must have snapped out of his goal driven trance and he grabbed Warren saving him from the impending collision with the floor.
Diddy played his usual physical battle with Ron and ended up losing a square inch of fur off his shoulder.
We have decided to chart our players scoring records starting from this match, this is how the table looks so far.
The opposition fielded an older team this week, choosing to go with experience over the hot headed youths that had tried and failed last week!
I can't remember every detail of the match (I am writing this on the following Tue) but I will try and document the highlights. The most important of which was undoubtedly "my first hattrick" (not a primary coloured toy from Tomy®). One of the trio at least was borderline spectacular as I twisted to the rhythm of Culture Beat and skinned ole yella to poke the ball in the net with a sweet right foot strike. Another one was an embarrassing pass back by McVittie which I gleefully intercepted punting it smuggly into the corner.
Somewhere in the match it was little Jimmys turn in nets, an opportunity he often uses to orchestrate a team talk with angry chants punctuated with the odd profanity. This time was different, we were 5 goals in front and looking the stronger of the sides so Jimmy was more relaxed, prefering to use his time in nets to admire the skill of his outfield brethren. Then suddenly our complacency forged a cheeky uber strike from the half way line striking the tranquil Jimmy in the jacobs. There was a definite pause, maybe only a second while we all including Jimmy, wondered if the ball had indeed made contact with his knackers, and then as expected the familiar ball ache yelp echoed in the hall and was followed by a chorus of 9 men empathising with a swift draw of air through the teeth. (ouch!)
As the ole fellas tried to build on our sides ball related weakness, Marc's russian performance drugs kicked in and he decided to run with the ball much like a steam train into their half colliding with Warren who despite being blessed with a favourable center of Gravity pivoted at his heels and fell back. Always the samaritin, Marc must have snapped out of his goal driven trance and he grabbed Warren saving him from the impending collision with the floor.
Diddy played his usual physical battle with Ron and ended up losing a square inch of fur off his shoulder.
We have decided to chart our players scoring records starting from this match, this is how the table looks so far.
| Date | Chris | Diddy | Jimmy | Marc | Mick |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 08/12/2005 | 3 | 4 | 1 | 3 | 3 |
| Total | 3 | 4 | 1 | 3 | 3 |
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