Nannas vs Vagabundos Da Praia
6 : 3
RH(C), JH, CB, DC, TW, TH, Marek the Eel(GK)
Goals: DC(2), JH, TH, RH, CB
Mom: Marek the Eel

It was Thursday, (i think), a bunch of Nannas were sitting around a home made bbq in 1998, way before the Nannas were even invented, doing hot knives at Tennyson St when the Captain came back from a foraging expedition at the Botanical Gardens. Using Daytura the Captain had sourced, and the Tinman’s intimate knowledge of the Door of Jackson, the Nannas were able to brain their way into the future… everything was strange there. The high ball was allowed, and the surface was harder underfoot than they would be used to when they started their indoor soccer careers later on in their life. While it can be fun and rewarding to engage in sexual activities with your perfect double or doppleganger, you have to be careful, as I am sure most of you are aware, to kill said doppleganger at the end of the good times lest he/she try to kill you and take over your life. Lucky for the crazy high Nans from 1998 they inhabited the same bodies as their doubles so the need for murder was obivated, but a strange thing happened: Guy Fraser had been sent to Kaptain the Cobras and it was impossible for the brave, child free, good time loving, bbq eating, pre-nannas to get back to 1996 and the strange attraction of person’s pre-cocky and current Janet. But the Nannas were only concerned with keeping that winning feeling… and keep that winning feeling they did. Pre-cocky’s unwashed stench, from 1997 so inhabited his 2007 persona that we were able to summon BJ Honeycut from M*A*S*H bought corporeal as Big Jim Hannan (it’s the initials that make it possible), even though Jim didn’t even know any of us existed yet!, and he was just a punk skater with a hash dependency living on the streets of Sydney, and not the Upstanding former police officer wannabe and Army Surgeon that he had been/would become. Then Chazzy’s young actor implant was able to do this neat trick where NO ONE saw him effetely paddle the ball out of goal because he used his 1994 hand, they don’t teach you that at VCA. The captain started making a BBQ coz that’s what he used to do/does do on Thursdays, lucky it was a penalty shot BBQ, lovingly crafted out of metal plates that stop real Nannas from falling down holes on their way to Richmond Station: nothing is more powerful than a penalty bbq made from steel and angry Nannas with broken legs. Only Marek the Eel, who didn’t really come from the past was the only one who was like, “wtf, where’s my hip flask, jesus, Dalmatia was never like this” and the Nannas were like, “Oh, you are really from the Past. Dalmatia? What is that? Are you a knight? Do you have a war mallet?”. And Marek the Eel said, “Yes”. And malleted some wallabies who were running around wearing indoor soccer player suits. Of course the Nannas are big war mallet fans and bringing one to a Nannas game pretty much guarantees you the MOM so remember that Nannas. Don’t worry it all worked itself out in the end, the Nannas drank their way back to 1998 and separated the two of their selves through alcoholic ozmosis and the current day Nannas woke up in the morning with just a HeadAche, and a the taste of burnt stainless steel in their mouths.