Red: James, Tufan, Richard N, Stuart, Daniel, Prit, Arnie
Yellow: Colin, John G, Keith, Oz, Alan, Phil, Danny
We had nine but only five hairdressers turned up so we joined forces, this time mixing up the teams to make a change from the usual adversarial head-to-heads. Teams were picked randomly but it soon became apparent that one team could pass and the other could not.
Danny got us started with a rocket from the right wing. No chance for the keeper. If you think Oz and Ahmet can fire off a thumper, watch out for this guy. Prit restored the balance soon after with a long hesitation trying decide which pass was on. There were none so he feinted one way, drop a shoulder and curled in a peach. Yellow then became rampant. Danny got another carbon-copy belter, Colin also dropped a shoulder to fire one in across the goal, Phil looped a shot over the keeper from the tightest of tight angles – he was pretty much in the corner. And Daniel had a torrid time, parrying a shot from Oz into the path of Danny who made no mistake. And then whilst defending he got in a fluster with Colin right behind him. His intention was to pass the ball hard back to the keeper hoping it to be hoofed out of danger. Sadly it was soft and inaccurate, rolling gently across the goal, teeing up a marauding attacker perfectly. What a howler! So whilst Red couldn’t pass for toffee, Yellow got a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. But then something stopped the flood – half-time!
The second half wasn’t much better for Red. Tufan fired over and empty goal when a loose ball landed at his feet. Although they had eventually some chances, collectively and individually Red had the worst game of the year, simple passing was beyond them. Yellow attacked at will and it was only some smug showboating that limited the damage. If fans had paid to come and watch them they would have expected a refund. Luckily for Red, no one came to watch the shambles. Did I mention they couldn’t pass?
Final score: Yellow 11 – 7 Red