HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND A WINNING 2009
BARNSTONWORTH ROVERS FC
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Premier O'30s Match Report 12/14/08 - by Kevin O'Donovan
Barnstonworth Premier 2 Silver Lake 1
Forest Hills High School
Nedgy, Duane Pena
I wasn't even at the game. Out sick I was. If Martin had paid attention, he might have noticed that it was Chivon or somebody besides me in goal. In any case, here is a summary from one of my teammates, mostly regarding the very unfortunate player on the other team.
I really didn't see exactly what happened. The ball was in the air coming towards Yogi and the guy challenged for the ball. I was watching the ball as it skimmed of Yogi's head and went behind the play. I was saving the ball from going out of bounds when I saw the guy laying there screaming. It was obvious that something serious just happened. Yogi said that the guy came down on his leg in an awkward way, but he really wasn't sure either. Others covered him in jackets until the ambulance arrived about 25-30 minutes later. They strapped him to a board and wheeled him off the field. The ref gave us 12 minutes to finish the game (we had about 25 minutes left and were really pressing for the winner at the time). With maybe two minutes to go, Nedgy (who had already taken off his boots and whose tooth was killing him from the elbow he had received the week prior when he himself had to go to hospital and get 8 stitches and some dental work) beat 5-6 guys before passing to Duane who beat the keeper with a well placed shot near the top of the box. As we were cheering, their players sunk to the field. A classic thrill of victory/ agony of defeat moment.
Forest Hills High School
Nedgy, Duane Pena
I wasn't even at the game. Out sick I was. If Martin had paid attention, he might have noticed that it was Chivon or somebody besides me in goal. In any case, here is a summary from one of my teammates, mostly regarding the very unfortunate player on the other team.
I really didn't see exactly what happened. The ball was in the air coming towards Yogi and the guy challenged for the ball. I was watching the ball as it skimmed of Yogi's head and went behind the play. I was saving the ball from going out of bounds when I saw the guy laying there screaming. It was obvious that something serious just happened. Yogi said that the guy came down on his leg in an awkward way, but he really wasn't sure either. Others covered him in jackets until the ambulance arrived about 25-30 minutes later. They strapped him to a board and wheeled him off the field. The ref gave us 12 minutes to finish the game (we had about 25 minutes left and were really pressing for the winner at the time). With maybe two minutes to go, Nedgy (who had already taken off his boots and whose tooth was killing him from the elbow he had received the week prior when he himself had to go to hospital and get 8 stitches and some dental work) beat 5-6 guys before passing to Duane who beat the keeper with a well placed shot near the top of the box. As we were cheering, their players sunk to the field. A classic thrill of victory/ agony of defeat moment.
over 30's final match report for 08 - by Martin McKinnon
Barnstonworth O'30's 6 Guyana "B" 0
well - what started out as a season of hope (4 games and no defeats) turned into a fairly abysmal run of draws and defeats but luckily for everyone in this league there is the 'guyana b' team and so we ended this half of the season facing them.
after our sister club 'premier' were done putting their oppo in ambulances etc (o'donovan can tell ya about that one) we took the field in a hurry cause they'd used up most of our permit time and before long were hurling attack after attack at the worst team in the history of old teams.
to cut a short story even shorter they blew and didn't seem to care that they did and we scored 6 goals - our great great great great grandson of a former president in goal wasn't ever tested and it should have been in double figures...but we'll take it.
2 goals from Baskin who we consider as part of our squad and not a hired gun - another 2 from Wisnom who may or may not be a striker(?) a nice one from Ross and one by Jazzy (yep - we have someone called jazzy in out team now!)
that's it folks - remarkably if in the spring 'kickers' fall apart in some small way we could still make the playoffs - just like to add it's been really enjoyable being the only team within the club to show up at our main sponsor bar the whole season so far!
merry whatever,MacKinnon
well - what started out as a season of hope (4 games and no defeats) turned into a fairly abysmal run of draws and defeats but luckily for everyone in this league there is the 'guyana b' team and so we ended this half of the season facing them.
after our sister club 'premier' were done putting their oppo in ambulances etc (o'donovan can tell ya about that one) we took the field in a hurry cause they'd used up most of our permit time and before long were hurling attack after attack at the worst team in the history of old teams.
to cut a short story even shorter they blew and didn't seem to care that they did and we scored 6 goals - our great great great great grandson of a former president in goal wasn't ever tested and it should have been in double figures...but we'll take it.
2 goals from Baskin who we consider as part of our squad and not a hired gun - another 2 from Wisnom who may or may not be a striker(?) a nice one from Ross and one by Jazzy (yep - we have someone called jazzy in out team now!)
that's it folks - remarkably if in the spring 'kickers' fall apart in some small way we could still make the playoffs - just like to add it's been really enjoyable being the only team within the club to show up at our main sponsor bar the whole season so far!
merry whatever,MacKinnon
Monday, December 08, 2008
Match Report: Firsts State Cup Rd3 12/7/08 by Ron Baskin
Istria SC (LISFL) 0 Barnstonworth Rovers 4
On a cold and windy Sunday morning, the club's first team took on the queen's based club of Istria at the Met Oval. As fact is oftentimes substantially more entertaining than fiction, the author will simply restate the facts as witnessed.
Holding the illustrious status of Rover “first” team, the players’ approach was, as usual, serious and workmanlike. With 45 minutes until kickoff, the author and two other Rovers were sitting in a car, in Manhattan, waiting for (i) their goalie to show up, and (ii) another field player who we shall refer to as Fonzy Nanclares to also show up. As neither showed or answered numerous calls, we had no choice but to head to the field.
As we arrive at the field and take a head count, we realized no one has the kit. Brilliant. Who has the kit? Wait, Fonzy has the kit. So to summarize: 31 degrees, single elimination cup game, no goalie, no kit.
Fortunately (or not, it turns out) the reserve team was playing simultaneously somewhere in Queens County. First team player, Andy Abramovits, volunteers to go fetch the reserves other kit. He was left to negotiate his way to the reserve field by receiving oral instructions via telephone from Stav. By Andy’s account, the instructions went as follows: Stav: "Remember 2 years ago when we played that read team and Pugli scored that goal and you made that nice cross? It’s that field." After 20 minutes of aimlessly driving around Queens, Andy simply headed back to our field.
In the interim, over at Met Oval, the Rovers where watching the El Classico of an Istria versus Hota O-30s match. In a 15 minute span, we witnessed the following (i) a sucker punch to the back of a player’s head, (ii) the sucker punched player, in a fit of anger, running up and kicking a concrete pillar as hard as he could, and (iii) not to be outdone by (i) and (ii) above, the Hota coach feeling a need to verbally abuse players from the other team, identified a player and directed at him the often used soccer phrase of: "I'm going to put my d*ck in your mother." If you don’t understand the incomplete phrase, as far as this author knows, the coach did not own a duck or a dock.
Needless to say, the reference was not well received, so another mini brawl ensued. Eventually, the field was cleared, the game ended and now the goalieless, kit-less, and now Andy-less Rovers were required to take the field.
Star midfielder, Jordan Chirico, proposed the ridiculous notion of asking the other team if we could borrow their away jersey for this single elimination cup match. I laughed at the silly thought and then realized that this was a relatively good idea. I sheepishly walked over, asked the question, in front of their 18 deep squad, with matching warm ups, single file lines and a guy with a whistle. Their coach, seeing 10 Rover idiots, milling around in jeans and coats, begrudgingly agreed.
Soon thereafter, Andy returned from his Queens boondoggle, bringing us to 11 players, no goalie and the other team's kit. At last, progress.
In addition, our goalie, Dave Boosh, had awakened, removed whatever objects were lodged in him from the night before, and was in a cab on his way to the field.
We start the match with 10 players, including part time goalkeeper Mark Kushemba in goal. In the first 10 minutes, it was clear and wait for the goalie to show, with Kush making an uncomfortable, yet effective slapping save in goal, to keep things level. Eventually our goalie shows up, and we proceeded to spank Istria in their own uniforms. I won't go into the details of the game as they are not nearly as interesting. First half we walked all over them. Pinged the ball around and should have netted five. Instead it was 2-0 (Pugli and Andy) on two well created and finished goals. Second half, we withstood a bit of pressure for 15 minutes. Boosh made a couple of nice saves, but then we broke it open with a couple more (Andy and Einar) on another pair of nice goals. All in all a good day’s work and we advance to the next round.
We will now wait for the formal protest to be filed by Istria.
TEAM: Boosh, Baskin, Wiggy, Kush, Sammy, Viddy, Randi, Jordy, Einar, Andy, Oren and Pugli. All played well.
On a cold and windy Sunday morning, the club's first team took on the queen's based club of Istria at the Met Oval. As fact is oftentimes substantially more entertaining than fiction, the author will simply restate the facts as witnessed.
Holding the illustrious status of Rover “first” team, the players’ approach was, as usual, serious and workmanlike. With 45 minutes until kickoff, the author and two other Rovers were sitting in a car, in Manhattan, waiting for (i) their goalie to show up, and (ii) another field player who we shall refer to as Fonzy Nanclares to also show up. As neither showed or answered numerous calls, we had no choice but to head to the field.
As we arrive at the field and take a head count, we realized no one has the kit. Brilliant. Who has the kit? Wait, Fonzy has the kit. So to summarize: 31 degrees, single elimination cup game, no goalie, no kit.
Fortunately (or not, it turns out) the reserve team was playing simultaneously somewhere in Queens County. First team player, Andy Abramovits, volunteers to go fetch the reserves other kit. He was left to negotiate his way to the reserve field by receiving oral instructions via telephone from Stav. By Andy’s account, the instructions went as follows: Stav: "Remember 2 years ago when we played that read team and Pugli scored that goal and you made that nice cross? It’s that field." After 20 minutes of aimlessly driving around Queens, Andy simply headed back to our field.
In the interim, over at Met Oval, the Rovers where watching the El Classico of an Istria versus Hota O-30s match. In a 15 minute span, we witnessed the following (i) a sucker punch to the back of a player’s head, (ii) the sucker punched player, in a fit of anger, running up and kicking a concrete pillar as hard as he could, and (iii) not to be outdone by (i) and (ii) above, the Hota coach feeling a need to verbally abuse players from the other team, identified a player and directed at him the often used soccer phrase of: "I'm going to put my d*ck in your mother." If you don’t understand the incomplete phrase, as far as this author knows, the coach did not own a duck or a dock.
Needless to say, the reference was not well received, so another mini brawl ensued. Eventually, the field was cleared, the game ended and now the goalieless, kit-less, and now Andy-less Rovers were required to take the field.
Star midfielder, Jordan Chirico, proposed the ridiculous notion of asking the other team if we could borrow their away jersey for this single elimination cup match. I laughed at the silly thought and then realized that this was a relatively good idea. I sheepishly walked over, asked the question, in front of their 18 deep squad, with matching warm ups, single file lines and a guy with a whistle. Their coach, seeing 10 Rover idiots, milling around in jeans and coats, begrudgingly agreed.
Soon thereafter, Andy returned from his Queens boondoggle, bringing us to 11 players, no goalie and the other team's kit. At last, progress.
In addition, our goalie, Dave Boosh, had awakened, removed whatever objects were lodged in him from the night before, and was in a cab on his way to the field.
We start the match with 10 players, including part time goalkeeper Mark Kushemba in goal. In the first 10 minutes, it was clear and wait for the goalie to show, with Kush making an uncomfortable, yet effective slapping save in goal, to keep things level. Eventually our goalie shows up, and we proceeded to spank Istria in their own uniforms. I won't go into the details of the game as they are not nearly as interesting. First half we walked all over them. Pinged the ball around and should have netted five. Instead it was 2-0 (Pugli and Andy) on two well created and finished goals. Second half, we withstood a bit of pressure for 15 minutes. Boosh made a couple of nice saves, but then we broke it open with a couple more (Andy and Einar) on another pair of nice goals. All in all a good day’s work and we advance to the next round.
We will now wait for the formal protest to be filed by Istria.
TEAM: Boosh, Baskin, Wiggy, Kush, Sammy, Viddy, Randi, Jordy, Einar, Andy, Oren and Pugli. All played well.
Results: Reserves 12/7/08 State Cup 3rd round
NY Irish Rovers Res (LISFL) 4 Barnstonworth Rovers Res 2
Simply, Sunday was an amusing nightmare. It started only 6 players accounted for at 9:45 am and snowing, We found one in the subway, we forced a couple more from their sick bed, went around the city to pick them up, and Austin finally was allowed to leave the hospital. Off we were with what we thought we were 11 players ! Then as we were arriving at the venue Kushemba called !
The firsts playing at the same time were only 9, without a keeper but much worse –if that is possible for a cup tie - without Fonzie and the kit ! The next 45 min were spend trying to find them, then trying to get a kit and a goalie from Whitestone to the Oval !
Meanwhile the ref is telling our players on the sideline that he had a big fight w/his wife the night before and not to “F### with” him. Even Simon was bewildered. But that was just the beginnng.
Watching while trying to guide the awaken Broach to the Oval, Andy back to it and Baskin to borrow the other team’s kit and stall, I witness the ref stopping the match, running to Andrew and giving him a yellow, for asking for the ball ! The Irish with a first team out of the cup had several “fill ins.” One of them rushed past our entire line and slotted one home. Rovers 0-1.
By this time the phone call have ended, I go into the game, but from our first turnover, in go the Irish. Rovers 0-2.
Next, Simon call for the line to move up as we rush up the field. The ref stops the game with the ball in the other half, rushes to Simon and gives him a yellow. Soon it’s a comedy, everyone who opens their mouth is getting a yellow. Everytime its followed by a sarcastic “It’s a mistake” “oops another mistake, I am bad today” from the ref. Everytime we take a throw in, the ref says it was made too far behind the touchline and give the other team the ball. Meanwhile we are still trying to play football. The Irish first team keeper is warming up, but before he can get in, Yannick latches on to a ball in the area and put us back in the match. Rovers 1-2.
Austin had a shot on a turn to tie it just before the ref decides that 32 min is all that we should play and call it a half.
More Irish 1st team players arrive and are put in the match including their keeper. I inform them that in the cup you cannot do this, and that we would be protesting the match. They promptly show me, 32 – I counted them – yellow passes !
We are still trying to play football. Austin runs on a breakaway but a hapless last touch spoils it. Simon takes a cracker that nicks the outside of the far post. We are dominating.
Suddenly, the Irish find the ball in midfield, play a through ball to a guy 5 yards offside, we look at the ref, he smiles and lets him score as everyone watches. Then the ref turns to our defense and says “why are you complaining, Nigel is too good for you, he is too fast and you cannot stop him”
Despite the circumstances we are still playing and mostly dominating. Yannick get to a rebound, and again cuts the deficit to 1. Rovers 2-3.
Now we are pressing. All of a sudden the ref hears Stash. He stops the match and gives him a yellow. They ball is cleared by Willie near midfield. An irish players at midfield passes it to one of their players, camping out in our box, this time at least 10 yards off. Nobody even flinches, they guy looks back hears nothing, and puts the ball in the net. Rovers 2-4. Villie is besides himself “how can we play without rules” – and another yellow card. Austin now besides himself yells, “why don’t you give me one too while you are it” and so he gets one. Alex asks for one too – and he gets one. I am now livid, and ask the ref why is he doing this and I get a yellow.
Game restarts, we have played maybe 25 mins but apparently there are only 3 min left !
George stops and yells, “how about another mistake, this time maybe a pk for us ?” Ref stops and this time a straight red. Even the Irish are now taking the piss. Things turn ugly as one of the older Irish players makes some insensitive at best, racial insulting remarks at worse to Nick. As we try to hold him back, match ends. Austin approaches the ref about what is going on. He replies “you want to f### with me, you ll see what I will do to you, you will play again next year. I ll take care of you in my report” and gives him a post match red.
We get dressed and I go to pick up the cards. Ref refuses to give back the cards unless I tell him who is #3. I had no clue who #3 was. Tell him to look at the team-sheet, but of-course he had not waited for anyone to complete and sign a team sheet prior to the start, so there are no numbers on it. Austin still wearing his kit – the #3 – hears this, comes over and signs the sheet despite my objections. Again I ask the ref, why is he doing this, the match is over 15 min ago. He threatens me in Greek no less, then gives me back the cards, keeping a few, this time including mine !
Point of the story: don’t f### with a mad Greek.
Team: Mat Kaplan, Vilhelm Klareskov, Simon Caton, Daniel Cardozo, Stefan Lysak, Stash Rutkowski, Alex Carabano, Andrew George, Nick Reynolds, Yannick James, Austin Harris, Stavros Zomopoulos
Simply, Sunday was an amusing nightmare. It started only 6 players accounted for at 9:45 am and snowing, We found one in the subway, we forced a couple more from their sick bed, went around the city to pick them up, and Austin finally was allowed to leave the hospital. Off we were with what we thought we were 11 players ! Then as we were arriving at the venue Kushemba called !
The firsts playing at the same time were only 9, without a keeper but much worse –if that is possible for a cup tie - without Fonzie and the kit ! The next 45 min were spend trying to find them, then trying to get a kit and a goalie from Whitestone to the Oval !
Meanwhile the ref is telling our players on the sideline that he had a big fight w/his wife the night before and not to “F### with” him. Even Simon was bewildered. But that was just the beginnng.
Watching while trying to guide the awaken Broach to the Oval, Andy back to it and Baskin to borrow the other team’s kit and stall, I witness the ref stopping the match, running to Andrew and giving him a yellow, for asking for the ball ! The Irish with a first team out of the cup had several “fill ins.” One of them rushed past our entire line and slotted one home. Rovers 0-1.
By this time the phone call have ended, I go into the game, but from our first turnover, in go the Irish. Rovers 0-2.
Next, Simon call for the line to move up as we rush up the field. The ref stops the game with the ball in the other half, rushes to Simon and gives him a yellow. Soon it’s a comedy, everyone who opens their mouth is getting a yellow. Everytime its followed by a sarcastic “It’s a mistake” “oops another mistake, I am bad today” from the ref. Everytime we take a throw in, the ref says it was made too far behind the touchline and give the other team the ball. Meanwhile we are still trying to play football. The Irish first team keeper is warming up, but before he can get in, Yannick latches on to a ball in the area and put us back in the match. Rovers 1-2.
Austin had a shot on a turn to tie it just before the ref decides that 32 min is all that we should play and call it a half.
More Irish 1st team players arrive and are put in the match including their keeper. I inform them that in the cup you cannot do this, and that we would be protesting the match. They promptly show me, 32 – I counted them – yellow passes !
We are still trying to play football. Austin runs on a breakaway but a hapless last touch spoils it. Simon takes a cracker that nicks the outside of the far post. We are dominating.
Suddenly, the Irish find the ball in midfield, play a through ball to a guy 5 yards offside, we look at the ref, he smiles and lets him score as everyone watches. Then the ref turns to our defense and says “why are you complaining, Nigel is too good for you, he is too fast and you cannot stop him”
Despite the circumstances we are still playing and mostly dominating. Yannick get to a rebound, and again cuts the deficit to 1. Rovers 2-3.
Now we are pressing. All of a sudden the ref hears Stash. He stops the match and gives him a yellow. They ball is cleared by Willie near midfield. An irish players at midfield passes it to one of their players, camping out in our box, this time at least 10 yards off. Nobody even flinches, they guy looks back hears nothing, and puts the ball in the net. Rovers 2-4. Villie is besides himself “how can we play without rules” – and another yellow card. Austin now besides himself yells, “why don’t you give me one too while you are it” and so he gets one. Alex asks for one too – and he gets one. I am now livid, and ask the ref why is he doing this and I get a yellow.
Game restarts, we have played maybe 25 mins but apparently there are only 3 min left !
George stops and yells, “how about another mistake, this time maybe a pk for us ?” Ref stops and this time a straight red. Even the Irish are now taking the piss. Things turn ugly as one of the older Irish players makes some insensitive at best, racial insulting remarks at worse to Nick. As we try to hold him back, match ends. Austin approaches the ref about what is going on. He replies “you want to f### with me, you ll see what I will do to you, you will play again next year. I ll take care of you in my report” and gives him a post match red.
We get dressed and I go to pick up the cards. Ref refuses to give back the cards unless I tell him who is #3. I had no clue who #3 was. Tell him to look at the team-sheet, but of-course he had not waited for anyone to complete and sign a team sheet prior to the start, so there are no numbers on it. Austin still wearing his kit – the #3 – hears this, comes over and signs the sheet despite my objections. Again I ask the ref, why is he doing this, the match is over 15 min ago. He threatens me in Greek no less, then gives me back the cards, keeping a few, this time including mine !
Point of the story: don’t f### with a mad Greek.
Team: Mat Kaplan, Vilhelm Klareskov, Simon Caton, Daniel Cardozo, Stefan Lysak, Stash Rutkowski, Alex Carabano, Andrew George, Nick Reynolds, Yannick James, Austin Harris, Stavros Zomopoulos
Result:: Premier 12/7/08 by Kevin O'Donovan
12/7/08
Barnstonworth Premier 3 v Manhattan Kickers 2
Grand St. Field,
Peter Best, 2
Nedgy Nazon, 1 (then ended up in hospital for stitches and lost a tooth!)
We knew we would be in for a physical match against the Kickers. We started brightly and got two quick goals within the first 20 minutes after Carl's header was cleared off the line. The first came after Jeff or Dex? sent a long ball to Nedgy and who controlled, turned and hit looping 20 yard strike from that curled in under the crossbar. The next goal came after a series of several passes down the right side, Kendall's cross found Peter whose powerful shot easily beat the keeper. Then, somewhat against the run of play, Kickers got their first goal when a cross was deflected a few times until their towering striker nodded home from close range. Shortly thereafter, Andy got a second yellow and was sent off with 15 minutes to go in the first half. 2-1 at the half.
Coach Daly inserted himself at sweeper and we tried to hold down the fort. After a short spell of withstanding the pressure, Kickers equalized on a rocket volley from the top of the box. Somehow, then, our players played like we had 11 men instead of 10, pressing forward and while leaving ourselves exposed at the back, we managed to retain some possession. It came to fruition when the irrepressible Duane soloed past their defense as well as the keeper who had no choice but to take him down. Spot kick to Rovers. Peter stepped up, went to his right, the keeper blocked but Peter calmly slotted the rebound in for the winner. We've got Silver Lake next week and we'll be looking to make amends for the 4-1 loss to them earlier this Fall.
Squad: Kevin, Jeff, Carl, Andy, Will, Marc, Dex, Lex, Maurice, Kendall, Duane, Nedgy, Peter, Adrian, Fike, Chiv
Barnstonworth Premier 3 v Manhattan Kickers 2
Grand St. Field,
Peter Best, 2
Nedgy Nazon, 1 (then ended up in hospital for stitches and lost a tooth!)
We knew we would be in for a physical match against the Kickers. We started brightly and got two quick goals within the first 20 minutes after Carl's header was cleared off the line. The first came after Jeff or Dex? sent a long ball to Nedgy and who controlled, turned and hit looping 20 yard strike from that curled in under the crossbar. The next goal came after a series of several passes down the right side, Kendall's cross found Peter whose powerful shot easily beat the keeper. Then, somewhat against the run of play, Kickers got their first goal when a cross was deflected a few times until their towering striker nodded home from close range. Shortly thereafter, Andy got a second yellow and was sent off with 15 minutes to go in the first half. 2-1 at the half.
Coach Daly inserted himself at sweeper and we tried to hold down the fort. After a short spell of withstanding the pressure, Kickers equalized on a rocket volley from the top of the box. Somehow, then, our players played like we had 11 men instead of 10, pressing forward and while leaving ourselves exposed at the back, we managed to retain some possession. It came to fruition when the irrepressible Duane soloed past their defense as well as the keeper who had no choice but to take him down. Spot kick to Rovers. Peter stepped up, went to his right, the keeper blocked but Peter calmly slotted the rebound in for the winner. We've got Silver Lake next week and we'll be looking to make amends for the 4-1 loss to them earlier this Fall.
Squad: Kevin, Jeff, Carl, Andy, Will, Marc, Dex, Lex, Maurice, Kendall, Duane, Nedgy, Peter, Adrian, Fike, Chiv
O30's match report 12/7/08 - by Martin Mckinnon
Silver Lake o30s 4 BRFC o30's 3
nobody else will even wanna talk about it never mind write it so just to let yas know we found a new and even more upsetting way to lose.
playing a team that are somehow winning games and staying near the top in 'silver lake' we blew a 2-0 lead then 3-1 to go on and lose 4-3....in the old days when it was acceptable to kick your dog and beat your wife i'm sure we all would have gone home and taken that option!
luckily this the modern world and after a few pints we can get on with life and not worry about it - we had 3 beautiful goals from sven/jason/mike alexander and the plus side to the day was that the team we're chasing for 2nd spot 'kickers' lost to our sister club 'premier' who were sporting more gloves and tights than you'll see in the 2nd floor of Macy's.
nobody else will even wanna talk about it never mind write it so just to let yas know we found a new and even more upsetting way to lose.
playing a team that are somehow winning games and staying near the top in 'silver lake' we blew a 2-0 lead then 3-1 to go on and lose 4-3....in the old days when it was acceptable to kick your dog and beat your wife i'm sure we all would have gone home and taken that option!
luckily this the modern world and after a few pints we can get on with life and not worry about it - we had 3 beautiful goals from sven/jason/mike alexander and the plus side to the day was that the team we're chasing for 2nd spot 'kickers' lost to our sister club 'premier' who were sporting more gloves and tights than you'll see in the 2nd floor of Macy's.
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