Lively on the pitch, less so in the pub

Another Friday, another game. Team line-ups had Dave A, Ross, Danny, Boro Dave, Simon Drummer and Andy versus Yev, Steve A, Simon Gashead, Paul, Mick, Matt and yours truly. It’s fair to say this was lively encounter between what turned out to be two very evenly matched sides.

Boro Dave opened the scoring when the team in colours were caught out playing far too high a line and a pass from deep found him totally unmarked. He rifled in to the bottom corner to leave Simon Gashead with no chance. Simon the drummer in the band made it two for the yellows when more sloppy defending allowed him to fire in virtually unopposed.

Proceedings then took on a more competitive tone when a series of decisions lead to raised voices between Boro Dave and assorted members of the team in colours; there was a hiatus of at least a minute while a lively debate about the precise spot a free kick should be taken rumbled on, while Gooner Ian was eventually penalised for a foul in the corner.

Perhaps galvanised by some of these decisions, (not least a very iffy handball given against me) Yev pulled one back with a Van Persie-esque finish from an acute angle that finally beat Dave A in goal, who’d been channelling Billy the Fish from Viz. More good work from Yev and Matt, who’d formed an excellent understanding, lead to the equaliser with Steve doing his bit for fraternal one-upmanship by steering the ball past his brother. And so ended the scoring and the game without further incident.

A quiet evening in the Old Fountain Head by recent standards, with little carousing on display, but rather a somewhat bourgeois discussion about north London schools followed by some discourse on the complicated make-up of modern cars.

No sign of Spizz.