Report: There are a million swear words floating round my head as I write this match report. We lost to the better team on the day, but the way we played, the oppositions conduct and then the lack of decent teas left a sour taste in the mouth.
Having played so well for the majority of the season, Saturday saw us travel to UCL alone in third place, two points off the top two who were playing each other that day.
Eventually we all arrived at the ground via plane, train or automobile, with Sohail taking longer to arrive than others as usual despite only living down the road.
Finally having turned up, he parked in a no parking zone (that’s the last time he takes the piss out of my driving), loudly mistook the opposition for a bunch of school children, before finally getting mistaken himself for a cleaner by the sports centre staff.
Ultimately looking back we only have ourselves to blame for
the result but there were a few contributory factors not least the pitch, which was slower than Derry in a 100 yard dash and would have not have looked out of place in the Caribbean.
Crucially however it was our start to the game which, the first couple of minutes besides, was as if we had eleven new players on the pitch instead of just the one, Marlon Brando (aka Stuart). We soon found ourselves one nil down as they frequently broke at will through our normally reliable midfield.
Keeping us in it however was Gaz who came on to play centre midfield for Marlon, who came off it seemed to a torn hamstring so theatrical was his limp. In a quick reorganisation following a round of substitutions, Gaz provided speed and movement alongside the ever dependable skipper in the middle, whilst Coops was moved to centre back where he played a blinder.
Now by far the better side, scores were soon level after Gaz finished a slick short corner move. We had got used to
the pitch and were now keeping procession, passing fluently to
each ot
her and cutting out attacks at an early stage. Going into the break we finished by far the stronger of the two teams and had seemingly got over our earlier blip.
We all thought so at least and after a rousing team talk we set out to press home our advantage. Another poor start to the half saw those hopes dashed however as we let UCL back into the game. We found ourselves 3-1 down, made to pay for slow play round the back, poor marking across the pitch and an inability to keep the ball.
Not finished though, we briefly rallied as Shep scored a well worked second and then tried to lift our spirits and play to the camera by doing a pre planned goal celebration. Killing the moment however was the fact that a) Andy wasn’t ready, b) the majority of the team were running back to the halfwayline to get back on terms and finally c) Badger who was manning the camera missed it all.
Eventually our shape went again, as we struggled with both the pitch and the fact we had to chase the game. As the game got stretched we conceded a further two goals ending any hopes we had of a comeback. Rather than be gracious winners however some UCL players chose to shout abuse at our players during the game. They deserved their win and the three points but the return leg at Laddington (otherwise known as the Fortess) will be tasty.
So disappointed with how we played, but knowing we could do a lot better, we all retired to the pub to drown our sorrows and have teas. Whilst nice, it was no chilli, and we could have done with double the amount. MacDonald’s drive through on the way home. The opposition meanwhile decided to stay on the pitch and have a beach party instead of playing genial hosts. As I say the return leg promises to be tasty...
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frosty, derek, coops, bollywood, sohail, coleman, molly, bender, stuart aka Marlon, morley, griffin, derry, shep, Joe
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