Mens C 4 - 2 Vets A

And so it was that we squared up, hairy biceps and bingo wings a-wobbling, against a clearly smirking Vets-A side. We played with pace and intent in the opening stages of the game, neatly passing the ball through the midfield to the attack and putting early pressure on their D. The Vets seemed to lack some of the gusto of previous encounters. It was therefore not long before a searing run of devastating pace saw Tim unlock the right hand side before deftly passing the ball inside to Chappie who neatly continued the run towards the D, flicking a silky pass to Donnie who, in turn, cover drove the ball into the back of the goal in clear anticipation of the forthcoming Ashes series. A breathless, 1-0.

Despite some mild pressure down the flanks, the Vets rarely troubled our D and the defence effectively wiped out any serious threat without too much ado. The second goal came from the right once more, this time Chappie finding Oli in the D with a punchy little whipped in ball. Oli then accidentally scored.  2-0.

Half time was a cheery affair, confidence was high. So we decided to let them back in it and make it interesting for the punters. They had given up their Friday night to watch men in girly shirts run around a lot after all. In what seemed like no time at all the Vets were back to 2-2. There were some passages of play that should and will remain un-described. In response, the defence waved their fists threateningly in the air, stamped their feet and generally huffed and puffed, quite a lot. Fortunately, someone stuck their finger in the dam wall and the flood waters were held back for another day. Jerome gets this week’s ‘Giblin’ on his shoulder though for some excellent stuck-on-the-ball moments right under Rob’s nose.

A short while later, Donny scuffed a short corner shot but it still made it in and we were back in the lead, 3-2. With about 5 minutes left another short corner was awarded (having been won on the back of another piece of individual brilliance from Tim) and Chappie got the chance to perfect his drag flick into the top of the net. Boom. 4-2. The rest of the match was seen out in relevant calm as the Vets had now been seen orf, good and proper. All that was to be done was head to the bar and try and catch up with the E team’s fine session.

MOTM goes to Donny, or is that Tim. No-one seems to be able to tell them apart anyway.