They were the words after the heavy defeat against the colonial melts – what better game to have next than 2nd in the league and in my mind a better team and a good bunch of lads. Fear not….Frasher was prepared! 735pm: Frasher “Andy, still no decided the team” 736pm: Andy “whatever the team is, I think it’s probably the wrong one” 737pm: Phelps “errrrmmmm errrm up’t north, don’t t’ mither ma, u ‘t quilt” 759pm: Frasher “2 of the subs are late so youre all starting” 800pm: Phelps “made for it…proper t’ buzzin (until the 44th min)” Game started well, much better than Saturday with Casuals dominating possession within the first 10 seconds – an excellent kick off pass back to Dyne aka Portly who for once didn’t try and take on the world and played a magical 3 yard pass (last short pass of the game)….we were confident after this start! We looked slick, sharp and mean! After that short passage of play where we played the ball around some idiot passed to Greg aka Fulton Reed who in turn hoofed it in only the way that he can – really hard, really far and 23% completion. Willy P was back after getting a free pass for exactly 97mins and was working hard on the left whilst complaining about his nipples. Nick and Joe were trying to figure out what “split the defence” meant and Canning asked to play near the side of the pitch so he can get access to his phone in case a new female was added to tinder. It was a good old physical battle in the middle, it was fair and enjoyable with a touch of spite in the tackles. Half time was approaching and Sherwin picked up 6 injuries in one go which was a sign for Phelps to also get “injured” – half time, 0-0, no more subs against the fittest team in the league. Chat at HT was long as usual but I think it was positive, not quite Churchillian but it was rousing. Kaz and Oli came on for the weak ones and Willy P went to CB and someone else went to another position which mean that someone else had to move to another position so we could make the subs. It was still a battle out there and the lads in white were pressing knowing that they needed a victory and probably really p*ssed off with us because we conceded 9 goals only 2 days before and now looked like a well-trained Italian side (little do they know but you don’t have to train to get in our side). Willy P was excellent with Fulton at the back, he talked and organised and made life a lot easier for the midfield. Time was ticking and Gaelic were pushing more men forward trying to get the winning goal. A late free kick or corner was semi cleared but Tinder didn’t like it so put it straight back in to the danger zone to see if we could help Gaelic score (because no one likes SCC) annoyingly some idiot cleared it, Kaz tried to give it back to Gaelic but it came straight back out again which was really annoying! Kaz then thought “bugger it” (in Japanese….in his head… ecause he doesn’t speak like a little shaolin monk) and hoofed it up the line where Tinder raced through and squared to “what does split the defence mean” who had a tap in to win the game on the 93min. The gaffer, delighted, said it was the best performance he’s seen from us this year…but no doubt he will be back in the side for the next game. Bittersweet in some respect, we needed the win for confidence, Gaelic needed it for the league – we hope that Gaelic can claw back some points and keep contending up top. MOM Gaelic – Moran MOM Casuals – Willy P, 2 positions, 2 sore nipples but his communication from the back was first class!!
Welcome back to the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield where SCC lead the first session against the Gaelic Lions by seven points but, crucially, for those of you who are watching in black and white, the pink is behind the green. Little famous Ted Lowe snooker reference there lads, for those of you who don't understand the rules of snooker the objective of the game is to score more points than one's opponent by potting different colored object balls in the correct order. The word snooker comes from one of the rules (and tactics) of the game, whereby a situation occurs in which the previous player leaves the cue ball positioned such that no legal ball can be struck directly without obstruction by an illegal ball. If the player fucks up the other player gets extra points. That last sentence was my entry to Wikipedia. So for the purpose of this analogy, we are snookered, SCC have put the cue ball in a precarious position and we now need to........oh FUCK OFF. Absolute respect (as always) to the Casuals who were absolutely superb last night, showed phenomenal desire, won second balls all over the shop, pegged us back and capitalized on an off-night for the Lions with a well-deserved last minute winner. And now, for those of you watching in black and white Brian O'Reilly is on the right and Brian O'Reilly is also on the left. MOM for Casuals was Joe, outstanding. MOM for the Lions was Daz for the whitest whites! A wee break before nous cherchons encore une fois la bibliothèque dans la piscine!