Wannabe!

Another week, another blog, another stellar performance from Sebastian to report on. With nineteen players in the mix this week – i.e. an odd number – our dear leader elected to invite a ringer onto the pitch to even the teams up, name of Merv. He wasn’t half bad. Here are your teams:

Blues: me, Joe, Charlie, Liam, James, Shez, Yev, Mario, Alan

Yellows: Sebastian (also starring Mick, Simon Gas, Ian Baggies, Mark, David, Stu, Merv, Simon Ink)

 

The Yellows quickly took a two-goal lead, although both were a bit soft. The first came after the goalkeeper could only parry Sebastian’s initial shot back into his path whereupon he slammed the ball unerringly home from an impressively tight angle; the second saw a gentle lob over the top spring Mick who had just a flat-footed ‘keeper to beat (which he duly did). I know, as I was that ‘keeper.

The Blues got a goal back via a poacher’s finish from Alan, and then they took advantage of what Alan described as the ‘Power Play’ when Sebastian was off the field for a few minutes to retrieve one of the balls to score three times, with Mario and Liam getting stuck in.

But before long the Yellows stuck their foot back on the accelerator to pull inexorably away from their rivals. David met a corner sweetly on the instep and volleyed home; Stu capped a trademark driving run by curling home and Sebastian repeatedly unleashed a series of low-slung howitzers that zinged into either corner.

Toward the end of the game James missed a slew of chances that were put on plate for him by Yev, Charlie and Mario, although in his defence he had sustained some unfortunate knee-knack.

I'm genuinely not sure about the final score, although the last goal of the night was an absolute farce, as the goalkeeping change that never was left either Stu or Merv with the simple task of passing the ball into an empty net. Highly avoidable.

Sebastian and friends 7 (?): Blues 4

Another fun evening out after the game; hot on the heels of Simon Gas’s exploits last week, "Our Ukrainian Player' (OUP) arranged to meet two Italian ladies, one of whom I am going to describe as ‘impossibly glamorous’, in the swanky bar underneath what I still think of as the Spice Girls hotel at St Pancras, after spotting them in the Skinners where they looked a trifle out of place. OUP very astutely divined that they were slumming it and made some arrangements to meet them somewhere altogether more salubrious.

David and I joined him, although we were soon sidelined by the smooth operator that OUP is as they discussed all things international. David and I being the dowdy Englishmen we are, we could not compete with all the Euro-glamour. Brexit, here we come.