Many
apologies for the dearth of blogs in recent weeks; I missed two Fridays due to
various family matters and have had a terribly busy couple of weeks work-wise.
Rest assured, normal service will now be resumed.
With our
spiritual leader and all-round Chef de Mission Simon Gas currently in high
level negotiations in Bogota to bring striking sensation Radamel Falcao to the
West Country to ply his trade for Bristol Rovers, (either that or he’s involved
with some shady import/export business involving sheaths stuffed with class A
narcotics), the remaining ensemble somehow had to cobble together a game on
Friday. Dan and Alex took a proactive approach to team selection by forming a
three-man committee along with Joe and divvying up the fourteen players before
we took to the pitch.
Said
teams lined up thusly:
Bibs – Ian, Alex, Simon Inky, Paul, Steve
A, Ross, Boro Dave
Colours – Danny, Dan, Joe,
me, Ian West Brom, Geoff, Spizz
As you can see, sometime
footballer and post-punk icon Spizz returned to the fray for the first time in
some weeks to join a somewhat diminutive side (physically, at least) alongside
fellow short-arses like me, Joe and Geoff.
By contrast, the Bibs had a clear lead in the Tale of the Tape as it
applied to both height and weight, with colossi like Ian, Boro Dave and
Paul.
Despite
physical shortcomings, the Colours raced into a two goal lead via a goal from
(I think), Dan and a tidy finish from Spizz into the far corner. This was after
Simon Ink had pulled off a trademark great save from my good self with the game
still goalless.
I
then went between the posts for the Colours and promptly let in three goals. I
dropped an absolute clanger for the first; a highly speculative shot from Ian
which had his team mates howling in consternation such was its ambition somehow
crept under my fingers and left Ian righteous with vindicated indignation. Ross
equalised via a tidy finish inside the near post and then put the Bibs in front
after I couldn’t get a strong enough hand on his next shot despite closing down
the angles. So, 3-2 to the Bibs.
Joe
went up the other end and equalised to make it three apiece, after which Spizz
was once more amongst the goals, his last strike (which turned out to be the
winner) coming from some classic goal-hanging and a Pirlo-eqsue finish to wrong
foot Alex in the nets. There was still time for another goal for the Bibs,
which came via an unfortunate interception from Dan which left Ian West Brom
flat footed between the sticks.
Final score: Colours 5 Bibs 4
And so to the White feline public
house for refreshment. A low turnout this week, with Simon Ink, Joe, Spizz,
Steve A, myself, Ian and Boro Dave propping up the bar and discussing topics
such as the etymology of The Specials classic ‘Gangsters’ (both Ian and Spizz’s
assertions that is was about former manager Bernie Rhodes and included an
homage to Prince Buster’s Al Capone are confirmed here), Arsenal’s recent travails and the merits
of Cornish beer over premium lager.
Senor
Gashead is still away on important business in Colombia so assuming that
Interpol don’t catch up with him first, we should see him back on Friday 7th
December. Until then, I will be collecting the subs – Alex, Geoff: I haven’t
forgotten.
