At somebody point we were considering the walkover. Luckily, we found some players, but we obviously did not perform well as a team, with so many new faces. Gaelic took an early lead in the game and scored the second goal just before half time In the second half we conceded additional 4 goals (as well an many other goal chances: thank you St. Joe) Swiss never had a chance to score during the whole game. Playing individually in what should be a team sport never get results. A big thank you to those players who helped us out on short notice.
The weekend began with a Lions management conference on Boat Quay, with Mack Attack, Keitho, The Cat, myself and the housewives' favorite John Mescall, of all people, hanging out having a beer and a chat. Out of nowhere, Charlie Moss of the Hotspurs arrives, looking dapper and decides he is going to join us for a beer. After begging to join the Lions for a few minutes he stole one of our beers and walked off, claiming to be looking for Tom Hine, who was in another bar. To be fair, Tom is normally woefully out of position on Saturdays, but Fridays as well? Charlie, stick around next time! We miss you man! Saturday was upon us and with an unprecedented 20 players missing through injury or work or not giving a fuck we clambered together a motley crew and managed to field a decent starting 11 and, what turned out to be a decent oul bench as well, wha'? Brett scored the worst goal of his career, only to follow it up with an even worse one a few minutes later and the Lions were pretty comfortable, the young Swiss team finding it difficult to keep possession. I have to say though, the nucleus of a good squad is there for our neutral friends, bloody young team though! Daz was really selfish and mean to his teammates and didn't pass the ball and then blamed it on Petesy for not passing the ball to him and then Rich didn't pass the ball either and it was terrible for ages and then we got to half-time with a two goal advantage instead of it being a four goal advantage because of Daz and Rich. Keitho wanted to play with a broken foot but we didn't let him so he started drinking beer and was an absolute embarrassment within minutes hitting on Stevie's girlfriend, Rachel. I had to intervene with some funny jokes and I showed her my beer belly and everything calmed down a bit after she stopped pawin' at me. Stevie Raheny from Swords got in on the act with a deft, looping header over the goalkeeper to make it 3 shortly after the break and then had a cardiac arrest so we brought on Kev and he played very well, but not as good as Oskar with a 'k' because he scored two more goals than Kev did. Oskar is great at football and I wish he lived here but he goes to college in the Sudan, I think, and he is leaving again soon. Brett scored another terrible goal. I said I would wash the kit but i left instead and Stevie Raheny from Swords did it instead and therefore he gets man of the post-match but the man of the match for the Lions was Rich, whose wand-like feet were spraying lovely passes around all day, creating great goal-scoring opportunities for his team-mates. It's just a shame Petesy is so pish and never listens to instructions. Thanks finally, to John O'D, Kev and Dane for mucking in with a game on Sunday as well. Top bombing. Merci to the Swiss. A bientot.