Apologies
for the delay in posting this report; for reasons which will become apparent,
it’s been difficult to cast my mind back to last Friday. Last week saw another
great game of football at Coram Fields, with another packed field of players.
It must be the Spring weather.
I’m going
to have a go at remembering the two teams, more in the hope that it will
trigger an avalanche of footballing recall than anything else.
Yellows: Andy, me, Simon Gas, Alex,
Steve, Ian Baggies, Nick, Ross, Will
Blues: Alan, Yev, Spizz, David,
Mario, Cup Winning Ian, Liam, Danny, Geoff, Simon Ink?
(It was
certainly 10 versus 9, at least it was from the point that Yev arrived, but
apologies if I’ve incorrectly assigned anyone to the wrong team).
As alluded
to in the preceding paragraph, this was a 9 aside affair until Yev arrived,
customarily late but uncustomarily with shorts. This gave the Blues the potent
looking attacking triumvirate of Liam, Spizz and somewhat less diminutively,
Yev. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they outscored the Yellows, although not as
comprehensively as one may have thought.
The Yellow
team kept an excellent shape at the back and played some highly attractive
stuff once they’d got the ball forward, but were perhaps guilty of over-doing
it at times, particularly once the Blues had moved into the lead. The Blues did
score one of the goals of the game – a delicious cross from Will that saw Ross rise
Christ-like into the air to nod the ball back across the face of goal and
beyond the keeper. Nick also grabbed a memorable effort, taking the ball down
on his chest and firing the ball home from a tight angle with his left peg.
Spizz spent
much of the game beseeching Mario to ping 20-30 yard balls into him, a la
Steven Gerrard, but he sensibly kept playing short passes down the left where
West Brom Ian, Simon Gas and Andy (a veritable defensive tour de force last
week) had their work cut out.
As the
Yellows legs got heavier the three Blue strikers started to find more space –
Spizz set up Liam for one goal that I should have made a better job of
intercepting, Spizz took advantage of a couple of defensive howlers to ram home
the Blues’ advantage and also scored the penalty which arose from Simon Gas
unceremoniously dragging Liam down on top of him. I’m assuming Yev scored at
some stage, although my chief memory of his performance last week was him shanking
the ball out of play and over the fence on at least one occasion.
Final Score
– Blues 6: Yellows 4*
*
(Possibly)…
A
positively balmy night outside (yes, outside) the Skinners, as Ian, Geoff,
Spizz, Alan and myself waxed lyrical about Cup Finals past (and Spizz began
cyber stalking a young blonde lady who stopped by, somewhat improbably, to talk
to Geoff).
Ah, the FA
Cup Final. It’s taken me until today to fully recover from the psychic fall-out
from that game – three hours of emotional turmoil, anger and ultimately elation
that left me little more than a dehydrated husk of a man. If this is what
trophy wins do, I can wait another nine years for any more. (I don’t mean that
at all).
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