Red (11): Jack, Oz, Ahmet, John, Keith, Gerald, Kevin, Daniel, Femi, Mani, Phil
Yellow (11): Paul, Richard, Colin, James, Tufan, Jim, Matt, Ged, Lee, Alan, Prit
Like I said…Ker-blimey. We could have had 8-a-side but they’ve subsidised us so much over the summer to keep us alive so we took in their six. I’ve used most of my brain power recalling all the names so points of note:
Welcome Ged.
Phil attempting a headed shot but falling like a tree trunk.
Phil (the oldest man on the pitch?) attempting an overhead bicycle kick.
Alan’s clearly deliberate handball – no penalty given.
Daniel’s clearly accidental handball – no penalty given.
Ahmet’s hoof up the pitch, one bounce and a slight touch from Femi to go 1-0 up – neanderthal football at it’s best.
A cracking diving fingertip save from Alan – followed by an immediate follow up shot that he could do nothing about.
Solid keeping from Oz who pulled a muscle so stayed in between the posts for two thirds of the game.
Some vaguely familiar faces…James! Matt! Jack! Paul even!!!
Man of the match? Jack. Always there to stop Yellow attacks in their tracks and numerous vocal instructions to his team mates harking back to a bygone era of Jeremy – that bit’s not a compliment.
You were there – you know all the rest. If you weren’t, we couldn’t have fitted you in anyway.
Final score: Red 2 – 0 Yellow