Nannas  v Booming Back Atcha

Score: 5 v 4

Attendees: JH, DC, TH, CG, TK, GF, RH, TW

Goals: JH 2, DC 1, CG 1, RH 1

MOM: JH

The evening:

Kondo was the first to turn up to a Nanna event with an I-Phone; Saskia started crawling, at the very tender age of 6 months; Cocky, disciplined for his MOM duties non-compliance, was stripped of his post-match vote; and two Nannas were faced with an hour’s drive home, setting a very dangerous precedent.

The game:

The excesses of Christmas proved somewhat befuddling; maybe it was the un-ventilated arena; perhaps it was the bloated eight, which for the first half ended up being a perfect seven, confusing us even more because Coach had pulled together the sub sheet for the former; probably it’s just the way the Nannas play these days.

Nanna skulls were fuzzy, so much so that it looked like several of us had come down with a severe case of the Chasms in D. After kick-off and then the restart Nannas sprang hither and tither like rabbits in a warren fleeing from a ferret. There were moments when every time the opposition got the ball, many a Nanna erupted in a cold fever shouting, screaming, and generally doing everything they could to upset their comrades.

Yet, while the Nannas did go briefly behind, once they got in front they were never headed.

The opposition did have skills, especially in the turning and shooting department, which Coach found out much to his amazement/chagrin just before time. But these skills were not team wide, and what was similarly evident was their lack of cohesion in defence, which came from their shit keeper who did not inspire between the opposition sticks, letting in a couple of howlers.

Gill got one from a speculative throw. Against all nay-sayers Gill continues to pepper the opposition’s goal, as well as all parts of the stadium, with a fertile foot and looping arm.

Striker kept up his goal average with a low trajectory shot. Cocky likes to preach about the merit of some golden rule he apparently heard Arsene mutter. Cocky is to be commended for the example he set on this evening—wanker.

Hinkley got one too, through a head goal, or header. This long throw to a head waiting expectantly up front has long been a Nanna sucker punch, much like Tao’s in off corner move. On a good day, when things are going for us, it goes in and everyone is happy, but on bad days it becomes an over-used act of desperation, similar to the Nanna one-touch that goes to no one.

I got two, praise be to me, though the first was a lolly pop off my right that my twenty-month could have got in front of.

Special mention must go to Guy Fraser, the pure embodiment of zeal. To see him pick out a much faster man, hunt him down like a crazed animal until the quarry falls in a heap of desperation and then perform the reach around on him is to know true brown.

Special mention also goes to Kondo for letting a bunch of never satisfied technology nerds get a hold of his newly acquired I-Phone.