Red: John, JP, Jack, Jeremy, James, Jared
Yellow: Tufan, Paul, Richard, Daniel, Matt, Tyrone
Keith’s dodgy ankle ligament and Kevin’s man-flu meant there were no K’s. The J’s had a love-in and made up one team and the rest of the mixed up alphabet made the other. Gerald was on hand to photograph the 6-a-side action. Yellow started uphill and facing into the the low bright sun. Red complained about both just after half-time.
Jack’s attempted overhead scissor, James melodramatic tumbling dive, Tufan’s enthusiastic shove, the arrival of 11 year old Tyrone showboating and skimming a corner off the top of the bar, John curling up into a ball and slapping the ground in despair after scooping a shot over an open goal from two yards out, Jeremy’s shot going out for a throw, Paul’s disallowed goal just after half time, Daniel’s sliding tackle blocking a certain goal, JP changing his underwear, the 16 goals, the umpteen misses, all to the desperate cries of “Gerald, did you get that?” generally followed by variations of “No…err….”. I don’t even remember posing for a team photo, but he did say it was great light.
Thank you to Oz for equipment access. Thank you to Jared for enduring what must have felt like a baptism of fire. Thank you to Tyrone for making up the numbers and generally being the most self-assured man on on the pitch…man-of-the-match I reckon. He’ll be laughing about that bunch of old incompetent duffers for years.
Final score: Yellow 10 – 6 Red