Yellow: Oz, Richard P, Tufan, Abu, Jean
Red: Ahmet, Jim, Yaya, Richard N, Daniel
5-a-side. Poo-hah, quite a fast game. But we’re happy we had one as just three said yes. Only two were there after 10 minutes but a steady trickle made it seven, and then Ahmet and two rejects from the Hairdressers joined us. A nice bite to the surface and the sun came out for the second half.
A couple of chances at either end came to nothing. Then Jim, seeing Daniel run clear, hoofed the ball up the pitch. Richard P, in goal, and Daniel arrived simultaniously at the first bounce and the resulting richochet fell kindly for Daniel who stroked it into the empty net. Short-lived joy for Red as Yellow quickly equalised. And then similar to last week, goals at both ends.
It wasn’t a particulalry feisty game but we fell like flies. Yaya settled in goal for long periods as he hurt his leg. Daniel saved a sharp shot from Jean at a tight angle but had to come out of goal because he’d bent back his thumb in the process. It’s big and blue now. Abu, as it transpired, had only recently had his leg out of plaster and whilst he started well enough, he ended up in goal. He was just about static but was able to make an impresseive number of saves. Oz pulled his hamstring so also ended up in goal. To make it even, Yaya and Abu swapped teams to even up the injured goalkeepers. I know this doesn’t make sense in the report but it did on the pitch and I can’t be bothered to explain. But the injured resiliently all played on – sterling work chaps! A large number of corners went straight out. One or two goals took advantage of the injured keepers! Off the pitch a three year old girl from one group of people enjoying the sun sauntered 50 meters to another group who didn’t immediatly notice her as she walked away with their child’s bicycle. To reflect this lack of integrity and morals on the Rye, Jim melodramatically hopped around after he supposedly got an unintentional stud on his toe. Although play carried on, the subsequent Yellow pass fell short and he surprisingly latched onto it, sprinted forward and fired in. And then limped back. A cynical method to get his first goal in five games since he first donned those boots of negative equity on January 29th. An sleepless and guilt-ridden night in the North household I proffer.
Final score: Yellow 6 – 6 Red