Greetings,
Spizzenergi football blog readers. Another good workout this week, with the numbers
of players just about stretching to seven aside, meaning there was lots of
running, huffing and puffing. Simon Gas’s two teams, sans bibs, (the north London auteur Tony being the culprit who forgot
to bring them), were as follows:
‘Darks’ (red,
black, navy): me, Ian Arsenal, Chris, Tony, Dave, Phil, Will
‘Lights’
(white, light blue, yellow): Spizz, Mick, Liam, Simon Gas, Mario, Paul, Danny
And so we
began, with both teams wearing a mixture of kit that broadly fell into either the
categories ‘light’ or ‘dark’. There was some early confusion with Simon Gas
wearing a dark blue t-shirt that had to be swapped with Phil via Danny, which
saw the Bristol Rovers supremo playing in a fetching white vest that was reminiscent
of a) a primary school PE lesson or b) a scene from a Louisiana strip joint
(you choose).
It may have
been a consequence of the confusion over colour, but there was a testy exchange
between Mick and post punk legend Spizz, the gist of which was that Mick felt
that Spizz was up front hogging the limelight while his team-mates were left
doing too much of the legwork. Sport imitating art imitating life, no doubt.
Partly aided
and abetted by the general confusion over team strips, the Lights roared into a
three goal lead courtesy of goals from the aforementioned Spizz, who spotted
Dave slightly wrong-footed on his line and then Mario, to whom I am almost
obliged to add the prefix ‘Super’ and finally Danny. Mario’s goal in particular
was an excellent shot; the barrel chested newcomer opened his body and sent the
ball wide outside the ‘keeper (me in this instance) before it bent back into
the far post.
At this point
the Darks’ eyes adjusted to the early Spring gloom and they began to get
themselves organised. I was being directed, nay commanded, around by (who
else?) Tony, but the combination of West Ham Chris, another newcomer, at left
half and Tony in midfield began to pay dividends as we got danger man Will increasingly
into the game.
With Will and
Phil getting in amongst the goals, the deficit began to reduce, although a
slightly flukey goal from Spizz that went in off a defender’s heel proved,
ultimately, to be the winner. There was just the one goal in it by the end, as
Ian collected the ball from a distance of all of three yards, gave Simon Gas
the eyes and pushed it inside the near post for the final goal of the night.
Final score:
Darks 5 Lights 6
Hopefully we’ll
have the Bibs back next week, as well as some more players.
And so once
more to the pub. A rare treat this week, as we managed to grab a table and
chairs from the off, leaving no man splintered off from the main group. The
most memorable conversation revolved around the somewhat unlikely topic of
climbing mountains; Danny regaled us with a tale involving his wife and the
folly of climbing the Old Man of Conniston in jeans and t-shirts without any
supplies or equipment and hailing some truculent mountaineers for help; Mick
and Ian both had similar stories of unforgiving hillocks and woefully
under-prepared outdoors enthusiasts.
When was the
last time you heard words like ‘tarn’, ‘corrie’ and ‘scree’? GCSE Geography? Not
in a west end boozer, I’d wager.
Yours
geographically….
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