Match Report
You know you’re getting old when you say things like “it’s good for the garden” when it rains. You also know you are getting old when you say “it’s good for my knees/ankles/hips”. Needless to say, the Saturday morning deluge was very welcome for both my knees, and my hardy perennials. A mix up between The Honorary Fixture Secretary, more about him later, meant that we only had 11 men and Deano was at home with his kids. Formation number 854 was deployed with a 4-2-3-1 set up. The Pressie remarked that he wished he knew he was playing in midfield the night before, especially at 3am whilst still up. I didn’t ask what he was doing at 3am, but I’m sure it was tiring.
With the three pronged threat of Gendall, Chester and Kinsey behind squeaky the Ramblers quickly raced into a three goal lead, the first when Bagpuss hit a long clearance over the heads of the defence for Gendall to run onto. I thought it was a law that keepers couldn’t kick it into the opposition half, at least that’s what Nigel told me. Three became four, before the hosts got one back with a free header from four yards out. I may have mentioned before the game that we hardly ever concede from corners, I never learn … 4-1 at half time with Upton still spirited and having a go.
The second half followed a similar pattern to the first with the Ramblers scoring early, which deflated the home team. The game now became very comfortable, unless you were within earshot of Mornington, who got out the wrong side of bed, or the wrong bed, I’m not sure which. The Peter Stringfellow lookalike referee, luckily, had the temperament of someone who is sleeping with women less than half his age and ignored him. Some excellent team goals were scored before the Magnates got a late consolation to make it 9-2. A very good response to last weeks draw.