Nanna’s v XXXX

4 : 3

TW, DC, CB, RH, TH, AW, JH, CG

MOM: CG

Bitch slapped em!! It was the old Italian guy who’d we all seen around the traps for years –  worried, we were!! He had the foot skills of a thai hooker, the face of a wind ravaged cliff and the snarl of a bengal tiger.

Rhian kept pointing at him and ducking his head, a small child he seemed. Dan Crooks didn’t like the looks of him either and he joined Rhian in the feotal ground position, spooning each other for reasurance.

It looked really dodgey until chris Brown walked in with a really “heterosexual” handlebar mustouche. That lightened the mood up a little.

It was a light game. We came back several times to level and then we pulled ahead, right at the end. We seemed in for a tight last two minutes, when they decided that the 4:3 score line was too heavy to deal with and they actually stopped looking a the ball.  It was quite an anticlimax to the tension that we dealt with for 34 minutes.

Everyone played well. Rhain and Dan asked me not to mention the spooning.