Wood Catch Up

The last post written before my PC malfunction was to report on a draw that seemed to have left the Righteous Euro boys with a mountain to climb. But then we didn't figure that there would be no break for Christmas this year, so we had an extra two games to try and pull back from the abyss. Of course this meant we needed a win, and in a true end to end encounter it was earned in a dramatic fashion. The game was nip and tuck all the way, the Euro lads should have been out of sight, but once again the goal keeping of the JMF was more David Seaman than Seaman loving. First up was Funky, who held the good guys at bay, and with his replacement Dead Eye more than matching his effort, a stalemate looked to be the outcome. Chief Magoo, was Two Scoops, who at one point missed four shots in as many seconds. But with mere seconds remaining, I found myself in space, faced by two red shirted defenders, Funky and Shotgun. Two Scoops was screaming for the ball to played square, but after witnessing his Quadoo of seconds prior, I decided to risk his wrath and go for glory. Executing a body swerve that sent my two opponents in opposite directions, I preceded to sit Dead Eye down, and fire low into the corner. Our celebrations were cut short by the bell, and a last gasp win was ours. The missus got it good that night, let me tell you.

So last week, we showed up full of confidence, three games behind with five to play. Our arrogance was short lived though, as we were unceremoniously bent over and given it Texas style by the rampant reds. Five down in double quick time, and toys began leaving the cot on the Righteous side. Chief mumbler, and piss poor goal keeper Young Gaz grumbled his way into the nets, and all appeared lost. But then the goals dried up for the rent boy loving MoFo. By some strange miracle, we began to make inroads into the JMF lead, as a Magoo like cloud descended over the boys in red. But still we could not get in front, and time was running out rapidly. Funky broke free and buried a low shot that looked to have secured the win, but then they did something very out of character. Usually, when they find themselves with a slender lead as the clock ticks down, they revert to an Italian style of defending, where they waste time by slowly passing the ball back to the keeper ( something that will be addressed in the New Year) in an ugly display of gamesmanship. But for some reason they decided to go for another goal. Two Scoops broke up an attack, and I carried the ball out of defence, drawing the JMF rearguard towards the ball, before slipping a perfect pass to a wide open Shotgun. Readers of previous reports will be more than aware that the good Doctor has been suffering a crisis of confidence over the last few weeks, but that was all put behind him, as he smashed the equaliser into the far corner. But a win was what was really required, and with just seconds to go, the JMF's last attack broke down, and I played Scoops in, one on one with the keeper, who was Big Phil, not the most feline of guardians. He had an age to score the most unlikely of winners, but for reasons only known to himself, he swivelled and shot blind, straight at the advancing keeper, earning himself back to back Magoo awards. The bell signalled the draw, and what could have been a two game deficit with four to play, was stuck on a more ominous three down with four. The MoFo are now but one win away from securing the prize.......

2009 Season

JMF wins - 22

Euro Elite - 19

Draws - 5