Thank you to John for the following match report.
Red: Keith & four hairdressers
Yellow: John & four hairdressers
It was a classic one against one – me against Keith, with four supporting cast members each from the hairdressers.
Lucky for me, I was with four methodical hairdressers who understood the occasional failings of their colleagues and managed to remain focused on the task of trying to win the game.
Femi (one of Keith’s coiffeurs) on the other hand found the faults of his team too irksome to bear – the final straw proved to be one of his own crap passes that saw him leave the field in a sulk (later to return in goal).
Which was a shame, given they pulled it back to within one goal , 7-6, from 5-3 at half time only for the comeback to peter out.
So much skill, talent and athleticism, yet without product. Reminiscent of the parable of the men starving to death at a table laden with nourishing soup because the soup spoons are longer than their arms. Sort of.
But I paint too divided a picture. Both teams played some great football and lots of good goals were scored. I got 2 as did Keith.
Final score: Yellow 13 – 7 Red
John: “That’s the great thing about the commoners – we are comfortable in our crapness.”
Keith: “Always. Every week.”