| v. LT Chips, 2-6 It was a game of two halfs, with LT Chips dominating the first, and then the second. It hadn't got off to a great start for the Leopards with the team selected. A centre midfield of Ed,'when did u last score' and Big 'ditto' Stevo never brings a warm glow to the heart, and the Captain's absence took on a whole new meaning. Frustrated over the influx of foreigners of in the side (Ethan!) Wills decided to play for the opposition, as the game got started. In truth, the Leopards never really did get started. For all his balking, Ed never got stuck into the opposition number 8 and nine, and Nana dilly dallied getting frustrated in the way only he can, 'Oh Ed, do something! (said in a very camp voice) LT Chips went 1-0 up after the LT centre forward was allowed the freedom of the jungle to run through the midfield and then the defence, before shooting. Howard made a good save, but how was he meant to know that there was a cheetah around? Leaving Ed standing, Wills fired in the rebound, powering home from a yard. After scrappy defending from a corner, LT chips went two nill up, before going three-up with a Bergkamp-esque finish from Wills. Gaining half a yard on Dan Garrod, Wills marched into the area, before nutmegging Howard. The Leopards, to their credit, responded immediately. Ethan played a delightful ball into the area, Pete ran around in circles looking menacing, whilst Mark kept a cool head to shoot home into the bottom left corner. Half-time, 1-3. Being in the opposition team-talk at half-time is an experience I recommend whole heartedly. 'Number 8, what a c**t!!!' cropped up more than once, and I was shocked at the restart to see that it was our very own mild mannered Ricky B wearing the number eight shirt. Somehow he managed to get drawn into various altercations with the opposition number 10 during the second half, when will people stop picking on him. For twenty minutes of the second half, things were interesting, with the Leopards starting to exert pressure on the LT chips goal. Admist these waves of pressure, there was still time for Dan to elbow the opposition number 8, one of the most blatent penaties i've ever seen, claiming quite hysterically, 'he ran into it.' The Leopards, for all their good work, did not look like they were going to score, they needed a super-sub. JC had come along to support, but although looking like Sherlock Holmes, he did not look like he was going to take any part in the game. No, what the Leopards needed was one of those sad, 'parkoes,' who walk around with their boots and shinpads on, asking for a game. Enter Nick, boots, shinpads and all. It did the trick however, with the Leopards awarded a penalty. The USA bound Nick took the responsibility, taking one of the worst penalties I've ever witnessed, later explaning it hit one of those well-known, 'astroturf bobbles' just as he struck it. After that, LT Chips started to dip into the Leopards resources, scoring three easy goals, with the Leopards unable to respond. The only other noteworthy item was the, 'Big Stevo air shot.' I've spent many hours trying to describe this piece of athleticism in words, but you just had to be there. |