Fizz, but no Spizz

Apologies for the delay in this week’s match report. Blame a combination of an IT catastrophe at work and my father-in-law arriving for three nights, starting from Valentine’s Day, (how romantic).

Last week’s encounter looked for around twenty minutes as if it would finish goalless, a rare, nay unparalleled occurrence for a Friday night game. There was nothing to separate the two evenly matched teams – Ross, Alex, Sam, Simons Gooner and George, Paul (who defied medical advice to take part) and (Ringo) Geoff versus Yev, Keir, Danny, Steve A, Dave A and Ian - until Ross opened the scoring, prompting a visceral yell from Alex which pierced the February night air. Alex soon made it two with a calm pass into the net, with Geoff getting in on the act with a beautiful flick with his left foot which was reminiscent of Michael Thomas’s title winning goal at Anfield all those years ago.

Yev did score one, but could (should?) have had a couple more as the team in bibs eventually pulled away to run out 5-1 winners – a score which seemed very unlikely in the opening stages. Keir hit the metalwork with a trademark drive from wide right which sang off the crossbar, before Ross completed the scoring by running full tilt onto a delicious pass from Sam, just managing to make contact before the ball reached the area.

And so to the pub, where things started becoming distinctly messy after 9.30 when at least two rounds of whisky were complimented by a squadron of tequila slammers, salt and all. I left at 10.00ish before things deteriorated further. Paul left a few fizzy waters, which was eminently sensible.

Sad to say, there was no sign of Spizz.