Of course it should never have come to this late flourish. The Elite had the upper hand throughout the early exchanges. Yes it was tight, and the game was evenly matched, with no shortage of skill from either side, as demonstrated by Young Gaz slipping my good self the pig, and my revenge, leaving both Dead Eye and Luklear in my wake with a Messi like spin and run. But at the half way mark there was one team clearly in front, as we opened a five goal lead. Of course we fell into the exact same trap as the week before, going all Arsenal and trying to walk the ball into the net instead of killing the game off. This was fine and dandy, at first, but the MoFo found a saviour yet again, this time in the guise of the diminutive Young Gaz, who began to punish some slack defending. We still created chances, but they were now being spurned, apart from one that Dead Eye let slip between his legs. Shotgun left Sundays form behind, but still the score was finally dragged back to all square. To be quite honest, a repeat of last weeks capitulation looked on the cards, as the JMF swarmed forward looking to grab yet another unwarranted win. It was at this point Two Scoops stepped forward to claim immortality. Only one in it, and at the moment, it could go either way.
Line-ups;
JMF- Dr Shotgun, Young Gaz, Lukelear, Funky and Dead Eye
EURO E- Shouty, Two Scoops, Clogs, Euro Bri and Mercenary
2009 Season
- JMF wins - 6
- Euro Elite - 5
- Draws - 1
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