(from http://www.footballchants.org/. I just thought it was great)
Colours: AJ, Sven, Clarkey, Arthurio, Ibbster
Whites: Dave Evs, DaveT, Bob(short for Kate), Rob(not Bob), RichP
With only one change I suppose that there would have been little expectation that the recent spate of draws would end in yet another draw. It wasn't a bore draw though as Clarkey once again proved he is no John Boxley with a controlled display of goal scoring (until he got tired) and after him, the Ibbs goal machine took over with some absolutely blistering shooting. I, on the other hand, picked up a recurrance of the knee injury and so scuttled back into goal where I proved to be a more than capable barrier to the Whites increasingly feeble attacks. With the H.M.S. "Imperious Arthur" strutting his stuff in the middle of the park, Colours looked unstoppable, but reckoned without one thing. The march of time. (Oh yes, and unfitness. Sorry, that's two things.)
As the clock ticked inexorably towards 6 o'clock the colours lost more and more territory, until they were pinn
ed back against the red line. Bob saw the opportunity to deploy his lethal right foot on several occasions. Sometimes he deployed his left foot. Sometimes he was on target. Rob looked on in despair as Bob got Rob's passes just when Rob was going to score.. You could feel the pressure building.. I bent my fingers back on several occasions (hence the poor typing) as I made save after save. Suddenly - it was a draw, and with the clock close on 6pm the Svennis took the ball up the right wing only to be truly clattered by a shocking, neanderthal challenge right out of the Ibbs back catalogue - only this time, t'was delivered by the normally mild-mannered (but henceforth to be known as Killer) DaveT. That sort of ended the game, really, though there were some minor shin-kicking skirmishes to be had for a short while in the corner. Folks were grateful to be going home to their loved ones, limbs broadly intact.
3 comments:
Another game another draw. This time the Whites pulled back an almost impossible deficit in the last 10 minutes to make 14 each. Colours excuses include out field player tiredness (Alan hogged the goal after an early injury) and Richard U being smeared along the wall by Dave 'he should never play football again' T.
As has happened in the last couple of games the Corinthian spirit shone through as it was decided to end the game at 6pm on an honourable draw (though Whites would have won)
it should have been a straight red. It could be years before RichU plays again. Still, it could have been worse...it could have been......you know who....
Dave MUST serve a ban for THAT challenge. For goodness' sake man, he was wearing glasses!!
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