Arrogant Jamon Eats Words

Oh you should have heard them. Pror to the match they asked if we wanted the wall, a three goal head start perhaps, or even screw the game, the results a foregone conclusion so lets just go and have a few beers instead. The mighty Elite refused to rise to JMF bait, and the game got under way. A quick strike for Euro boys was soon rubbed out as the shirt lifters opened up a two goal lead. But that was the end of that. Clogs lit a fire under Two Scoops arse, chewing him out for taking unnecessary shots when a pass was the logical move. He swore, got his knickers in a twist, conceded a goal, and then went on the rampage. For the next half hour, everything the boy hit flew in. Left foot, right foot, everything found the back of the onion bag. This rubbed of on the usually profligate Doctor Shotgun. Not to be out done, he fired in several, the pick being the one he rifled off an adjacent wall, rebounding it perfectly past the keeper. I even got in on the act, frozen verruca and all, as the righteous plowed on, racking up a 13 goal cushion, before we finally put the brakes on, finally settling for an eleven goal victory. The cock munchers bleated on how it wasn't their night, we were lucky, and even in a sure sign of desperation called "Next goal wins!", but the fact remains they were well and truly stuffed. Bring on next week.

Line-ups;

JMF- Jamon, Young Gaz, Lukelear, Funky and Dead Eye

EURO E- Shouty, Two Scoops, Clogs, Euro Bri and Dr Shotgun

2009 Season

• JMF wins - 2



• Euro Elite - 1



• Draws - 0

Euros frozen verruca proved too much for the JMF