Yellow: Oz, Ahmet, Steve, Tufan, Prit, Rich
Happy Easter and what a Bank Holiday Monday April Fools Day turnout – 11! And then Chris eventually arrived about 10 minutes before half time…12! A return from injury for Keith too. And quite an attacking line-up.
But his arrival was ominous. It had been a very even game and stood at 4-3 to Yellow. But Chris’s addition to Red changed things somewhat…Yellow increased the lead to 8-4 by half time! He doesn’t like trees apparently so went to the toilets during the break. We would have waited but we all had plans for the afternoon so it was a quick restart. Yellow could have made it worse with Tufan breaking clear and opening up to curl one around Daniel in goal. It was perfect too and Daniel turned to pick it out of the back of the net only to see the ball fly back across the goal past his head to safety – utter confusion until it transpired that Chris had jogged down from the cafe, seen the attack in fruition and sprinted along the goal line just in time to make the clearance. It inspired a fightback with a couple going in and then Daniel was released down the right wing and tried to curl a cross to Julius at the far post. Unfortunately for Tufan who, in anticipation, had come out to intercept this exact pass, and surprisingly for Daniel, the ball curled the other way into the vacant goal behind him. 8-7! It made up for his earlier misses and the accidental block of JP’s shot – he really was trying to get out of the way. And another made it 8-8 with about 10 minutes to go. Richard made a couple for cracking one on one saves; Oz was an effective distribution centre; there were some heavy touches today, (were we caught out by the firm ground?) Rich being the guiltiest with one or two of his cross field passes to Steve going beyond the touchline; way beyond! Tufan got a usual few goals but also helped the keepers by being a bit obvious where he was going to shoot by opening up his body. He learned though, Julius didn’t know which way to start diving so he slowly fell over backwards waiting for for the shot and Tufan duly side footed gently past him. Ahmet went on one or two of his goalkeeper forays, he can’t help himself. Yellow got one, Red got one, Yellow got another, Red didn’t.