Nannas versus LOS PITUFOS
1 : 6
RH (c), CB, AW, TW, JH, Marek the EEL
Goals RH 1
MOM: RH

The  game started with a flurry and a rush of excitement, Marek the eel in goal, slippery, elusive with sharp teeth, lungs of pure nicotine and liver stained black with short black madness.

We were excited and hot, damn hot. The flurry of opening passes was bedazzling chazzy to Weis to Wong to Hinkley, back to Chazzy to Hannan, Hannan pushes forward, to Weis to Wong, accross the face to Hinkley on the burst, he winds up from 400metres out, somewhere in the car park, his mighty legs of steel create a wind that screams through the court, followed by the remnants of a soccer ball, shredded upon impact, that ends, deflated in the back of the net.

The game went downhill from there and we played like a pack of moist towelletes, dirty ones.

The EEL held his own and earned his Nanna badge with distinction.