With the 2006 season drawing to a close, and one more victory required by the Heroic Euro Elite to guarantee at worse a draw, brother Shouty decided on an eccentric tactic to improve his performance. He decided to cycle five miles through Bradford from work prior to playing five a side for an hour. Take a moment to digest that last sentence. After you have taken that on board ask your self this question...."What was his bike doing at work?" That's right, he rode his bike from home to work, a trip of around another five miles. This would not be an issue if the Shoutster was an eighteen year old racing snake, but unfortunately he is a pot bellied thirty year old. After 15 minutes, with the sphincter sniffers of the JMF six goals up, he was heard to complain "My legs feel like lead." What a buffoon! Combine this with the wayward shooting of "Whats it all about" and it will be no surprise to learn the JMF limped home with a four goal advantage. Shouty has been reprimanded and promised to use his loaf next week.
So on to next week, when victory would bring the JMF level with the Elite with two games to play. The JMF will pleased to hear Dead Eye has got his dates mixed up and will be available to play. Jules and the Magoo like Alfie will be filling in for King Dave and Young Gaz, while the Elite await a late fitness check on Lobon.
So on to next week, when victory would bring the JMF level with the Elite with two games to play. The JMF will pleased to hear Dead Eye has got his dates mixed up and will be available to play. Jules and the Magoo like Alfie will be filling in for King Dave and Young Gaz, while the Elite await a late fitness check on Lobon.
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