We've confirmed the booking for staff-student football on Tuesdays 12-1. It is free, there are showers and they are hot. RESULTS SO FAR: Year One 0 v Year Three 1 (aet)(week 3); Year Two 6 v Year Three 0 (that was roughly the difference, after losing count) (week 4).
Match Report (week 3 and 4 - Year Three vs Year One/ Year Two vs Year Three)
They swaggered. They strutted. They preened. But the all-conquering heroes of Year Three ended up eating a jumbo sized slice of humble pie, garnished with a side dish of deep fried hubris and washed down with a mighty tankard of foaming disappointment writes Alan Partridge.
Only seven short days before Year Three had snatched victory with a last minute tie-breaker to overcome a plucky and talented yet chaotic and essentially clueless year one side.
The year three combo of Ben, Matt and Mark had functioned like a well oiled military unit, oozing sophistication and slick interplay and releasing a blitzkrieg of attacking play. The year ones, led from the front by Gareth and his silky skills and Jake, a man reminiscent of the England totem Nobby Stiles in the degree of his grip on the throat of the midfield fulcrum. They were hampered by Chris who played in midfield; but enlivened by man of the match Liverpool Grant, who put in a performance so magnificent that it made you wonder what would happen if he ever tried to play standing up. (Year 1 were later deducted 10,000 points because Grant is a year 2).
A week later there was no love lost in the WINOL derby - year 3 vs year 2. The gym was like a seething cauldron as a capacity crowd of three (the gym bloke; some guy waiting to play badminton and a stray student taking photos for blackmail purposes) munched on their metaphorical prawn sandwiches and vaguely sneered at the proceeding set out before them.
The thirds made the early running in a tight game, again looking very well oiled. The turning point came when lensman and supertutor Karin turned up to add his individual skills to the year three effort. Those skills are like vintage champagne. Unfortunately champagne and engine oil do not mix. And the result was very much like pouring fizzy plonk into the petrol tank of a Lambreta. Things began to splutter.
Soon the year twos got on top, despite their own 15 stone handicap in the form of pie-munching midfield mastermind Chris. The twos ran out easy winners in the end. It was Liquid Football played by men with feet like traction engines.
Man of the match: Grant
2 comments:
ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!! Cried with laughter at times reading that! :D
am i right in thinking liverpool Gareth is meant to be me? After a year and a bit are u still calling me Grant Payne, Gareth? haha
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