Match Review: Singapore Vikings FC vs Gaelic Lions FC

• Shailer Thomas GK
• Will Sexton DF
• Rob Church DF
• Adam Smith MD
• Dom Marwood MD
• Andy Dyne MD
• Chris Leighton MD
• Stephen Swords MD
• Daiki Ishino ST
• Ronan O Boyle ST
• Zac Whitehouse ST

• Keith Morrison GK
• Sean Flanagan ST
• Colm Nevin --

Clash of the Vikings

Come not between the Nazgul and its prey. Emerging from the molten pits of Hades, the three heads of Cerberus freshly skinned and wrapped to his loin cloth, the Ginger Drogba observed the scene. The invading Norse gods had laid waste across the Elysion fields; his soldiers crest fallen, bodies broken, no subs left. The Mighty Meles inflicting vengence on our rear guard, scything through our defense on the break to play in his minion to deliver the final cruel and decisive blow. 1-0. All hope obliterated. And so, as civilisations have fallen, and gods and traditions erased, the Ginger Drogba shed a single tear of blood for his breathen and vowed to toil in the darkness for his kind. 10 minutes to save the world. Summoning Leightino, an epic Pokemon character, and one jiayou later, the ball cosmically flew in from the farthest reaches of the battlefield into the Ginger Drogba's path. He took one touch. Then a second. And the ball bulges the Vikings net. And lo, the people cheered. Walking on one leg, Swordsy of the many Swords sliced through the lines of the valiant Vikings hafna, skipping past their imperious beserker, and rolled the ball across the box to our hero, our man, our Ginger Drogba. And that's how legends are born. 2-1. At least that's how it will be retold in the many drinking dens of eternity. And so comes the end of the COVID Cosmopolitan Apocalypse League Season. The triple eight season. Of Robbie O'Toole who was drunk as a rule. Of too many Conors and Chriseseses. Of anterior cruciate ligaments and other such home improvements. Of many young bloods and many old bloods. The end of turf city. And the comings and goings of brothers and friends. But the legend of the Ginger Drogba shall live on. Who stood between the Nazgul and its prey. And will forever be whispered on the lips of children late at night, wide-eyed, peaking out from behind their duvets, "Daddy, Daddy, what is a Ginger Drogba?"