With
the mid-season break behind us na-na-na-nineteen men reported for duty last
Friday, each no doubt eager to put the corpulence of the past few weeks behind
them. Among the returnees was Alex, hamstring now back in place, and Danny, who
revealed that he’d been tucking into cinnamon flavoured Pringles over the
festive period. Have you ever heard the like?
With
so many chaps playing it’s been a bit of an effort to recall everyone, but I
think I’ve got all the players, although it took me a while to recall that
Goalkeeping Phil, the specialist, was with us. The two teams were as follows -
Yellow
team: Simon Gas, Alan, Ian Arsenal, Liam, Phil, me, Danny, Alex, Andy
Blue
team: Yev, Mick, Ian West Brom, Steve, Bearded Nick (who’s outed himself as a
Tottenham fan), Dave, Spizz, Mark, Simon Ink and Goalkeeping Phil
Despite
the mid-Winter hiatus all nineteen players seemed in reasonably fine fettle and
no-one’s touch seemed to have completely deserted them. Perhaps playing
virtually ten aside helped people preserve energy and (ergo) accuracy with
their passing, but the game remained competitive without ever really becoming
stretched.
The
Blue Bibs took the lead from a speculative effort from Yev that was more akin
to wedge shot from a bunker than either a cross or an attempt on goal – his lob
came falling out of the night sky, over Andy’s head and into the back of the
net.
Alan
equalised soon after, taking advantage of some defensive dithering to pass the
ball past Goalkeeping Phil to level things up. I believe that Phil (the
non-goalkeeping kind) then made it 2-1 to the Yellows following some nice interplay
with Alan before the Blues got back on terms following a semi-own goal that
pinged off the side of Andy’s head and wrong-footed me in goal.
The
Yellows then retook the lead, again through Phil, and the final whistle went.
3-2 to the Yellows.
But
wait! What’s that plaintive wailing from the Blues? ‘It might not be eight ‘o’
clock yet’… ‘Come on, we all need the exercise’…’It’s not as if anyone else is
coming on after us’…
I
was always taught to play to the whistle, but inexplicably this rule was thrown
out of the window last week as a cacophony of plangent lowing from the Blues
resulted in us agreeing to Keep Playing Football for an indeterminate period of
time (or until the Blues scored some more goals, whichever came first).
However,
the Blues were thwarted when Liam burst up field with a typically mazy run for
the Yellows, and was about to ‘round’ Goalkeeping Phil when the specialist netminder
brought him down outside the area.
If
playing on after the final whistle wasn’t sufficiently disrespectful to the
laws of the beautiful game, the Blues played on following this heinous foul –
it was either a free kick or a penalty, as Phil had come outside the area -
until my fellow Gooner Ian and I protested loudly enough for play to stop for
the award of a free-kick from the spot were young Liam was felled.
From
the resulting free kick the ball went out for a corner, (Ian Baggies with the
clearance) but Alex scored from the rebound so that the West Brom man’s efforts
were in vain.
Final
score: 4-2 to the Yellows (aet)
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Other
notable incidents include Spizz’s 50:50 challenge with Alex, which ended up
with the ageing rocker laying winded on the touchline, Dave hitting the
crossbar and the sight of Simon Gas gathering up all the bibs in his bag and
then putting them back down again as we agreed to play on.
And
so to the Skinners for the first time in 2014, where happily all the Christmas
drinkers (Amateurs!) had cleared off. Good to see that no-one is bothering with
this dry January nonsense… if you’re going to give up booze for 30 days for God’s
sake don’t do it in January, the most miserable month of the entire year.
Until
next time.
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