“Their” match report:

Bibs – Pete, Rob, Danny, Danny’s Mate, Lucca, Ivan, Terence
Shirts – Gareth and Estate Agents

After weeks and weeks of glorious weather finally autumn had arrived. It was throwing it down which probably explained why the numbers were down. There’s was only 8 turn up so was decide to join up with the Estate Agent s (They’re not really Estate Agents but that’s how we’ve always referred to them) as they were also short. To make the side even I took my “30 pieces of silver” and joined the agents. Now I’m not going to write a long match report where I try to remember who scored when. All I will say is that the Estate Agents won 6 – 0, I scored five (sorry lads) and the highlight of the game was the own goal for Terence sliding it neatly passed Pete. A shocking performance all round. One final point Danny and Lucca get some boots!

Final Score – 6 – 0

Bibs Man of the Match – Nobody poor performances all round

“Their” match report

Just a quick update: In the second leg of our friendly game against “the Estate Agents”, we made an impressive debut by scoring 3 goals before the half time, with a good tactical 3-3-3 display, even though some of our big guns were missing (Peter : injured, Gareth on hols like most of the “over 24 legendaries” team mates ; enjoying their time with their families, (or surrounded by naked girls on the sea side) before starting the new season….). In the second half, things got a little bit harder, the opposite team got more confident and played with a better attitude collectively, and managed to level the score to 4-4, but with 10 minutes remaining and with 1 player down we finally struck 2 late goals, thanks to fellow Lee and Charles. That was a good game from both sides, and we must admit WE WERE JUST A BETTER TEAM !!!!! GO ON LADS!!!!!!!!!!

Over 24 seniors 6-4 The Estate Agents

Man of the Match: Captain Lee, strong center back and score an awesome goal.

“Their” match report:

Another scorching day in Peckham Rye Park. This week numbers and equipment were really lacking, we started with a 3 a-side game no keepers and jumpers for goals. After half an hour or so the Estate Agents (that’s what we usually refer to them as) turned up to start their game at the other side of the park. They were also lacking numbers so we asked to join their game and they agreed.  Great a proper game against our arch rivals.  They laid out the rules, no slide tackles and no offside. We agreed and kicked off. We started really well but the lack of an offside rule really through us at first leading to our Rivals scoring first from a long throw that went over our defence to their striker in acres of space 1 – 0. We were knocking the ball around well having a good percentage of the ball and peppering shots around their goal. We equalised when a shot was deflected into Nick’s (I think it was Nick) paths and he finished neatly. Then we were caught out again by a ball over the top and another clean finish, 2 – 1 down at half time.

After a quick team talk we went back out determined to play better. We hit them on the break and Charles played me in on goal 2 – 2 in off the post (nearly fluffed it). The Estate Agents put together a good move down the left and finished it off with an excellent half volley into the top corner from their striker 3 – 2. We piled on the pressure looking for the equaliser. With pride on the line and time running out we pushed forward and the break came after a shot rebounded into my path and I just swung at it (hit and hope). Fortunately for me it went low and hard into the net. The game ended a couple of minutes later with the scores tied at 3 – 3.

Another good game

Man of the Match = Charles for he mazy runs

Report by El Capitano

Yellow (6): Jeremy, Kevin, Jim, Daniel, Tufan, JP
Red (6): Rob, Darren, Oz, Ahmet, Stuart, Steve

Hmmm, no idea who picked the teams, height vs speed, interesting experiment.
So anyway yellow romped to a first half lead of 7-3 (ish). Red lost Rob 10 minutes into the first half with an ankle strain (hope you’re OK dude) so Jim galantly swapped teams. It didn’t show straight away but after half time the sleeping giant woke up and red made a resolute comeback to win 11-8. Highlight: a fruitless peppering of the red goal in the first five minutes (all off target) only equalled by red failing to capitalise after 4 yellow goal kicks in a row going straight to reds first man – finishing not the name of the game!

Cricket: Kevin will be in contact about arranging a cricket game in the near future.
August bank holiday: As usual, bank holiday game will be on the Monday, 31st August.

Report by El Capitano.

Well it seems the slightly effeminate nautical inspirational e-mail did the trick. Thank you all for a coming – a great game. A bit of a baptism of fire for Winston, hot, hard and fast. Usually it’s just one of those, but all three – poohah!

Red (6): Richard N, Tufan, James, Damon, Winston, Richard P
Yellow (6): Jeremy, Ahmet, Daniel, Gerald, Steve, Kevin

Highlights.

Yellow kicked off, Daniel passing back then taking a run down the right channel, receiving the ball back and with a deft dip of the shoulder, turned around Richard N and shot into the far low corner. 1 – 0 after 10 seconds.

A few chances then went to both sides but good keeping from yellow and not so good from red took yellow into the break 4 – 0 up.

Winston changed his shoes and immediately stopped slipping over but the frustration began to show in red with Richard N clearly needing a refund from his anger management course. Not quite the physical explosion of Cantona’s kung-fu kick but if they’d been a bit closer….and they only wanted their ball back. Sadly the strain was too much and he went off injured 10 minutes into the second half and yellow “donated” Daniel to the opposition.

A couple of goals from both teams ending in a final score of 6 – 2.

Some interesting stats:

The highest attendence so far this season (12) (apart from the astro 11-a-side (15))
The highest even sided game so far (6-a-side)
The second highest goal difference so far (4) (exceeded only by the game against the russians (a difference of 10). Hang on, wasn’t I pushed over to other team on that game as well?

El Capitan

PCFC: James, Kevin, Jeremy, Richard N, JP, Matt

Ruski FC: Daniel + 5 non-English speaking Poles/Russians

Daniel awoke, a dull incessant pain disturbing him from his slumber. He wearily opened his eyes and looked at the clock, 8.30am. 3 hours sleep, such is the life of a rent boy.
“Must get to football” he moaned as he got up and left the house. He got on the Perivale to Peckham express (tube, another tube, bus) and arrived hime just in time to put on his kit and cycle to the Rye. He relished a Sunday morning kickaround to clear his hangovers and was looking forward good little scrap. As they walked over to the pitch, he had a jolly chat with Kevin about recent Spurs games, the only other fan on the team – a friendly bond he thought. Only seven people turned up but that was enough. But then another group was invited to play. Daniel wasn’t asked though, which he thought strange considering his position as captain. He carried on putting up the goals and then sauntered over to the other end to fetch a clock.
“We’ve decided to put you with the other guys,” said Jeremy, and then added “because you’re wearing yellow.”
Daniel looked shocked, eyes wide in amazement that his teammates could be so…so…. He couldn’t think of how to describe the sudden loneliness, the betrayal, the treachary. He looked at them one by one, and then finally at Kevin.
“Et tu Brute?” Kevin looked shamefully at the floor. Daniel turned and slowly walked back to the other team, the muffled sniggering behind twisting into his already pierced pride. 
He introduced himself to other team. Nothing. He tried again. They looked blank. They started laughing, muttering in a foreign language, Polish? Russian? He didn’t know. He didn’t care.
The game kicked off and the Peckham Commoners ran rings around Daniel & Ruski FC (who barely got a shot off) reaching 8-0 at half time.
Daniel trudged back to the other end to fetch his water.
“I tell you what,” said Jeremy, “we’ll swap you for James or someone.” Daniel’s eyes flickered with relief, his faith restored.
“Nah, only joking.” They all burst into laughter.
He decided there and then to step up a gear and remained solid in defence, a one man army denying Kevin on every attempt (who’d been put up front as the only man not to score – a showboating, insulting gimmick of a tactic of the ungracious opponents). They only scored three in the second half. 11-0. And then, in the final two minutes, a shot was saved by JP in goal and Daniel, playing valiantly with a broken toe came storming in from the left wing. He slammed the rebound into the far corner of the net, obliterating the clean sheet that Kevin had been boasting about minutes earlier, clean into the stratosphere .
High fives all round for the final break through.
Later that night, the moral victory his, Daniel shared an evening with his true friends. Not a single member of the commoners slept well. JP’s nightmares were full of a million shots from Daniel flying into his net, Richard Norman sobbed in the dark cupboard under the stairs, Jeremy dreamt of becoming a rent boy and then, when he finally fell asleep, had nightmares of perfectly folded red and yellow bibs raining down from the sky. Kevin just gnashed his teeth in guilt-ridden despair. James dreamt he was a Everton fan.

Final Score PCFC 11 – 1 Ruski FC

The moral: Sepp Blatter was right. Too many foreign players on a team is bad for the game.