Firstly, many apologies for the blog appearing so
sporadically (and so late) over the past two weeks; what with the Diamond
Jubilee weekend (that three day week was a killer – how on earth did they
manage in the early 1970’s?) and the start of the Euros it’s been difficult to
find sufficient time. Normal service will resume from tomorrow, I promise. By
way of a catch-up here follows another fortnightly round-up of action from the
Finsbury Leisure Centre...
Friday the 29th May saw a reasonably lively 5-3
game, with two nicely taken goals from Dan’s mate Matt, a fairly rare goal from
myself which briefly levelled proceedings at 3 apiece and what Paul the Guvnor
described as a “dinky” left footed goal from punk / new wave enigma Spizz, who
was back for what has become an all too infrequent appearance, having seen the
Punk Jubilee festival scheduled for that weekend cancelled at the last moment.
Afterwards
we headed once again for the White Lion, the Old Fountain’s Head having seemingly
been eschewed by the Seven O Clock crew forever as a result of its apparent
disdain for anyone under the age of 30 and not employed in the media. Of
course, the White Lion is not without its own attractions, even if it is
further away from the tube station and does not feature a beer garden on the
roof. Chief among those attractions is the young redhead behind the bar, to whom
I have promised to assign the adjective ‘vulpine’. Simon Gas seems particularly
taken with this titian bombshell, something that conjures of images of Simon
sporting a crimson hunting coat and a riding crop, bellowing ‘Tally-Ho!’ as he
peers at her lasciviously
over his Carlsberg with hounds at his feet. I said that she was chief among the
attractions of the White Lion, but actually the use of the plural was probably
incorrect as aside from the 1980’s video jukebox and the stench of drains in
the yard at the back there is little else memorable about the place.
Nevertheless, we’ll be there tomorrow for the England v Sweden game.
Anyway, this is a Ronnie Corbett-style digression – I’m here
to tell you about our game of football. Last Friday (so, that’s the 8th
June) saw Simon Gas pick the two teams and despite two excellent goals from
Boro Dave, leading the line in swashbuckling style for the Colours, he and the
rest of his team (including me, Paul, Mick, Steve A) went down 8-2 to a Bibs side
featuring Andy, Dan, Danny, ParisIan, Sam , Simon Gas and the ringer Yousuf. And
this after Boro Dave had taken the lead for the Colours and later levelled at
2-2. Alas, goals from, inter alia,
Dan, Danny and Andy saw the Bibs run away with it. Other notable incidents from
the game included a goodish save from myself at the expense of Simon Gas,
cutting in from the left and letting fly a trademark curling daisy-cutter and
one brief passage of play which saw me thread a delicious ball through to Paul
who contrived to fluff his lines from around 5 yards, only to see the ball
immediately hurtled forward to the other end where Andy lurked, Gerd
Muller-like, on the edge of the area he was attacking and making no mistake
with his finishing to complete a memorable brace. Both sets of posts came in for
a bit of a pounding, (I was particularly cheesed off to see a left footed effort
hit the bar and make a sound like a C sharp, if I’m not mistaken).
And so to the White Lion to see the second game of Euro 2012
- Russia’s 4-1 mauling of their erstwhile Communist neighbours, the Czechs. It
was like 1968 all over again.
By way of an end of season spectacular, Sam and I have been
working on a theme inspired by Dad’s Army
that will be making its debut before the end of June.
Until then, come on football!
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