Nail Biter

Something happened down the Wood last night that hasn't been witnessed for over a year. Stalemate. You would not have guessed it, the way the mighty Elite played the first thirty minutes indicated a heavy defeat, something reflected in the score at the halfway point, 11-5 to the shirt lifting JMF. They were running rampant, and a spanking looked to be fair set. But from out of no where we started to find a bit of form. Complacency also started to creep into the MoFo ranks, and with the clock running down, Dr Shotgun pulled us to within a score, soon after provided by Clogs. Jamon went into melt down, and play became tense on both sides. With only a few minutes remaining, somebody was set to be the hero, and another the goat. But we got one for the price of two. Two Scoops decided to try and skin Jamon on the edge of his own area, and gave the ball away, tackled him, gave it away again, tackled him, and then teed him up for what seemed to be a winner. He looked around for somebody to blame, but all fingers were firmly pointed in his direction. But redemption was around the corner. I picked the ball up deep in my own half, and spied an unmarked Scoops all alone in acres of space. The pass was precise, and with only Funky to beat, he stopped dead on the spot. He then waited for the aforementioned Funkster, to close down the angles, and then shot against his legs. All seemed lost, but fortune smiled on him as the rebound fell kindly back at his feet. The whole court held their breathe as instead of applying the coup de grace, he did a strange pirouette, followed by a shimmy, before he struck the ball goal ward. His strange dance mystified Funky, who could only watch as the ball dribbled in for the equaliser. All square at the bell. Even I am not sure how we manged to avoid defeat.

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 - 3



• Euro Elite - 1



• Draws - 1