Red: Ahmet, Daniel, Richard, Martin (1st half), Jim, James, Joel, Chris, ?, Jan (majority of the second half)
Yellow: Matt, Steve, Tufan, Oz, Colin, Alan, Pete, Prit, Tommy, Jan (last ten minutes of the second half).
How do we go from only two to 18? Admittedly seven hairdressers boosted the numbers but that’s still 11 of us. And I was in drunk/hungover limbo after 4 hours sleep and with 9-a-side it’s already been a task to recall the names and who was which team.
James opened the scoring after Chris kept possession on the left wing. Red got a second after a shot was deflected in by Colin past Pete in goal. Tufan got off a low poke which Jim left to safely go wide, as it rolled neatly just inside the post. Martin pulled his hamstring towards the end of the half (get well soon sir) so was subbed and replaced by a waiting Jan. Jim got off a shot but a bit of role reversal meant that this time Pete got the deflection to put it past Colin. Alan went on a run down the left to fire in at the near post. Matt took a goal kick to Steve – the softest thing you ever did see and Jim didn’t need any encouragement to pounce and roll the ball into the empty net. A muted celebration for the mischievous and talentless effort – the opposite end of the scale to Richard’s once-in-a-lifetime-peak-of-his-career-never-going-to-get-another-one-like-that-again goal from last week. We’d started late so Tufan had to leave with ten minutes to go. Jan kindly swapped sides, he’d been effective Red and promptly put one in for Yellow too. Red made the most of their chances near the end, Yellow couldn’t summon a response.
Inspiring summary, what? That’s all I can be bothered to write as the hangover has definitely settled in.
Red 7 – 3 Yellow