3-11 vs Thursday Knights [MacRobertson]
DC 3, TW, RH, AW, TK(gk), TH(coach, temp goalkeeper)
MOM DC

It was a tight five, again,
and it was bloody hot, again.

But – we kept our pants on a little more than last outing against these limey nuff nuffs. The first half was pretty tight with some nice possession play and some excellent passing back style moves. Tao had a glaringly obvious goal disallowed which was a bloody travesty and the fatty in goals at the other end looked well sheepish. ‘Come on lads’… my arse! Can’t remember the exact sequence of goals but the half time score was 3-5. After some confusion in the goal mouth (fatty palming balls off the floor and rolling around like a jelly wrestler) DC managed to find the net. This was followed by some nice passing and an aggressive run into the area by Bestlookingnanna™ who drew the goalie before squaring perfectly it for DC to tap in. The Captain was putting in some sterling defense work and even ran past a nimble limey after a nice feign (didn’t work a second time however, dirty nimble limeys). Wal (who arrived late, forcing the Coach™ into an early and extremely risky goal-keeping venture) made a couple of nice runs to the back door but didn’t quite get the delivery he was expecting (not sexually, not like Leaving Las Vegas). Kondo was making some fearless saves in the ugly face of an overly aggressive style of play peddled by the Eng Landers.

But – then it all went to shit! The nannas ran out of legs (“push up wal, I’ll stay back *pant*, *gasp*”) and ideas. Tao was harshly denied again, this time by the post, Striker™ had no idea about the subsequent rebound that hit his leg before bouncing uselessy wide. The game finally ended with the opposition circling the goal mouth like pommy vultures, passing it around the box before tapping home. Kondo made a couple of great saves to frustrate them somewhat in this endeavour but it was pretty ugly at the end… not to mention f**cking hot !

But – we did finally make it to Section 8 for beers, dumplings and desserts dipped in soy sauce, with a bona fide Nana no less (El and Lus Nana that is, who was also at the game in a supporting role, although she seemed the most impressed by Thomas’ coaching – “… has Thomas played soccer at quite a high level before?” say what ?). We were also joined for post match discussions by our Nanna brethren, Jim (after a hard nights proffesional writing training ???) and Chas (treading the disorganised charity boards) – nice.

ps. I had a post match shower for the first time ever. (In the ladies toilets no less (I mean it is a girls school)…. dirty!)