Spizz has corrected me on this week's blog. He scored four goals rather than three and could have got another one if it had not been chalked off. My only defence in not
reporting the four goal haul was me trying to block out remembering my nightmarish
defending.
I don't know how he did it but Spizz was on the winning side again last Friday. He garnered three goals and the hat trick was mainly achieved by waltzing past me and then calmly shooting past our goalkeeper. We did not have much in the way of defence.
Tone was out of sorts because of the mismatched sides. I don't know why Ian and Gashead did not track back. Obviously, I did not look good trying to mark two people
and I considered bodychecking Spizz to stop him waltzing past me but I don't see the point of fouling people.
Their team also had Stevo and Ross, two strong, quick attackers and while we had Big Dave, this was not enough to keep out the torrent of attacks. We got to 6-3 down
and then they wrapped the game up at 9-3. There was a stage of the game when I kept passing it to Stevo.
This Friday is our last game before our summer break when we reconvene in September.
I hope it is a good one.
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Monday, 15 June 2009
Was it a penalty or not?
Friday#s free-flowing game was dominated by claims, vocally led by Spizz, that Big Dave had controlled the ball outside the penalty area when he was the goalkeeper. The de facto ref Gashead was unfortunately miles away from the action and somehow the decision arose to deny the penalty.
Spizz was still on the winning side (I made it seven-six) while he scored a fine goal after a swivel and shot close to the penalty area eluding his marker Steve. I was unfortunately (that word again) was in goal at the time and had to pick the ball out of the net. The opposing side played a better passing game than us.
Afterwards, the beer garden at the Fountain was full so we had to stay indoors. Big Dave and I had a discussion on the consequences of the Ronaldo transfer. Spizz was at the other end of the table but thankfully there was no continuation of the heated argument about the penalty decision.
The soon-to-be wife of Arsenal Simon arrived on the scene and we wished them all the best after ascertaining that marriage would not affect his participation in the Friday night game.
Spizz was still on the winning side (I made it seven-six) while he scored a fine goal after a swivel and shot close to the penalty area eluding his marker Steve. I was unfortunately (that word again) was in goal at the time and had to pick the ball out of the net. The opposing side played a better passing game than us.
Afterwards, the beer garden at the Fountain was full so we had to stay indoors. Big Dave and I had a discussion on the consequences of the Ronaldo transfer. Spizz was at the other end of the table but thankfully there was no continuation of the heated argument about the penalty decision.
The soon-to-be wife of Arsenal Simon arrived on the scene and we wished them all the best after ascertaining that marriage would not affect his participation in the Friday night game.
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.
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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