Brilliant! What a weekend for PB two wins out of two. Saturday side march up to 5th and Sunday side put daylight between us and Fleet Solutions at the bottom! Next someone will tell me we are going in away in just over 3 weeks…..O yes, we fookin well are!I’m going to give the Saturday side a fleeting mention this week as we were simply class. Good performances all over the pitch and sublime finishing from the front two. Gav could of possible notched more but after two years out we will let him off. Well done Goldy as well, top performance but I am gonna have to maim you so that you can never play again if you continue to keep me out of the team you little fuck. Actually big fuck, can you imagine what will happen if he turns to the Ross Jones diet plan, he will be like a freight train in tackles with the turning circle of a Barge. See Lawsy for an example.
Now on to Sunday. Again a good performance but I like to think I made the difference at both ends of the pitch. Quinn pulls up again and me and my Walnut lungs make an early appearance about 10 minutes from time in the first half. I come on and we go one up with a neat finish from Alex Ingles, someone I’m told who couldn’t score with 20 quid in a brothel but he took it well. We then go two up thanks to a clinical finish from Birdatov’s right boot. You could call it coincidence that I come on ands all this happens! We had our chances to finish the game off Birdy missing a pen, which I was prepared to take, and then comes the miss of the season. Our very own Peter Beardsley or as we know him ‘Targer’ (the resemblance is uncanny) sliced the ball round an open goal. Birdy done the hard bit, drawing the keeper in, making him commit, he slides the ball across to ‘Beardo’ who has an open goal and it comes off his shin, hits the post and goes out wide. You would have thought at times like this you could rely on your ‘senior’ Anglian Combination players, how wrong could we be! It got the biggest cheer of the game! I did try to throw the game away shortly afterwards hence my point about making a difference at both ends. A cross field ball was intercepted by part ref part player and a quick through ball left me, Ross and Lawsy a little flat footed. A bleak whimper for offside did utter our lips but Daisy stood firm with the flag and the ball nestled in the bottom corner past an outstretched Woody. Nevermind Beardo was on and we looked like scoring again, yeah who was I kidding. Despite mine and Beardsley’s best efforts to loose the game we came off the pitch victorious.
Special thanks to the supporters George Freeman, Pete Jones and Jason the Brazilian who stood through the whole game on the side despite the howling wind. Oh, sorry Jason the Brazilian was a sub, or was George a sub?
Also a special mention to Rodders, your Sunday cheese was sublime, shame you were such a miserable bastard.
See ya’ll next week.
