Monday 1 June 2009

This week's blog is from Joe!!!

With temperatures reaching the highs of those of Monaco in early April, this was certainly going to be a testing game. Only the strong would survive.

Ross was the first casualty of the heat. Arriving late and unshaven, he took to the pitch un-stretched and unfocused. A player of usual boundless enthusiasm, Ross faltered early on in the heat-induced maelstrom. Spizz on the other hand was one of the few players to thrive on the relentless sunburst. Not only responsible for one of the better goals of the match, he also outclassed his fellow musician to such a degree that Ross looked like a stoned Ian Botham who had wandered onto the wrong pitch.

Erstwhile blogger Paul, clearly relaxed by the prospect of a week off writing this column, excelled thought-out the 45 minutes. Out on the wing he consistently delivered incisive passes. Paul also played the psychology card. As part of the pre-match build up he took a leaf out of Fergie’s textbook by berating Simon’s game in recent years as one of ‘terminal decline’. The plan would probably have worked had Paul and Simon not ended up on the same team. I must have missed Paul’s subsequent motivational apology because Simon, temporarily broken by Paul’s earlier psychobabble attack, proceeded to have an excellent defensive game.

So, what was the final score? At the end it seemed incongruous. When the final whistle went I heard someone mutter something about a draw. 3-3 another claimed. Whatever the result lessons had been learnt. Ross knew that an earlier bus would have been better; Paul will now hold back on the mind-games until the teams are picked. Spizz just confirmed to himself what he had known along; in life, as in football, you won't go far unless you know where the goalposts are.

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