Drag Queen Sings

Well the maths were simple. One more JMF win, and our two year spell as Champions of the Wood would be over. Glory hunter Jamon, sniffing victory, made a long awaited reappearance, and with Shotgun filling in for the injured Clogs, the sides were pretty much as they should be. The Righteous came into this weeks must win game as the form team, having gone unbeaten in five, of which only two were victories. But there was a glimmer of hope, as four of the MoFo said they would be unable to play on the 30th, for which I would have claimed a forefeit, so with that fixture in the bag, it meant the shirt lifters were in effect two up with three to play. The hope of the Euro boys was that a win might just make the boys in red a bit nervy, and open up the possibility of the most unexpected of come backs. The scene was set...

As expected. the opening salvos were a tight affair, the JMF drawing first blood, but an instant Elite comeback saw us take a slender lead. But after a quarter of an hour the MoFo broke into a five goal lead, slack defending, passing and goal keeping being the downfall of the valiant lads in white. It looked to be game set and season to Jamons boys, but all of a sudden their shooting became wayward, and the comeback was launched. As usual, at the first sign of danger, they began to bicker with each other, and the Euro boys seemed set fair to make them pay for their earlier profligacy. But the game turned in a heart beat, as the good Doctor injured his back in the line of duty, and retired to goalkeeping duties to try and rectify his strain. His lack of mobility became evident straight away, as Dead Eye, Luklear and Funky took turns to stoke the ball low into the corners, regaining a five goal advantage. It was a sad way for the game to be decided, as up till then it was shaping up to be quite a tussle. No blame can be apportioned in any way to the good Doctor, a back strain is about the worse knock you can pick up playing five a side, but our heads dropped, and our formation disintegrated as we probably strived a little too hard to chase the game. Combine this with the time wasting tactics now employed by the rent boy loving MoFo, it was a miracle that we made yet another valiant effort to turn the tide. With time against us we again pulled back to a within a couple of scores, the Shoutster ran himself into the ground for the cause, but as always when chasing the game, space was left at the back, and it was exploited, I think the goal deficit was four at the bell. So the forfeited game became academic, as the JMF won the solitary game required. Congratulations to the JMF, Champions of 2009, and worthy winners they were.

The celebrations in the showers were a bit much though......