vs Los Pitufos 3-1
CB 1, DC 2, TW, JH, TH, AW, CG, RH
MOM: CB

They were young, younger than us although that wasn’t apparent to begin with. They could have been 34ish but they weren’t. They were teenagers with no calcification, no arthritis, no dodgy ankles. All we had was our hurting bombs and we kinda used ’em.

The game began with a very tidy yet explosive powerball from Cocky on the right. He punched crosscourt on the run and the ball made no bones about hitting the net with gusto. So we were one goal up and then things started to get ugly. Its hard chasing a bunch of teenagers around for too long and chinks in the Nannas fitness armour began to show. Chinks in the Nannas awakeness armour also began to show with Cocky giving Jim a good sideline berating for his statuesque behaviour oncourt. Jim defended himself by saying he was in defence and didn’t need to run onto the ball. Mmmm, 2 and 2 is four Jim you do the sums. On the subject of berating, Tao uncharacteristically screamed at the writer for being out of position only moments before the writer successfully made the tackle. To which the writer responded (with uncharacteristic indignation) that Tao should save the ‘telling off’ till after the f**k-up and not before.

But I digress. After a lot of yelling and a lot of mess, the opposition equalised near the start of the second half. A lovely offensive play involving the writer and Tao resulted in Cocky slotting his second goal of the match. Soon after, the writer struck gold from the right after a vigorous fend-off of the opposing defender.

The game was ours. A 3-1 victory. The aftermatch function was held at the Windsor Castle (home of the fourteen dollar jug). With eight Nannas in attendance it seemed appropriate to convene a formal planning meeting (please see big Jim Hannan for the ensuing ‘actions register’).

Plans for a new lighter weight fast drying uniform were discussed. And November 24 has been locked in for the Second Ever Nanna Beachbox Poker Function At Mt Eliza (SENBPFAME).