Colours of Benetton United tried out an experimental formation of 1-1-1-1 modelled on the great AC Milan formation of 1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1 of the early 1970s. The shrewd tactician behind this resurgent team obviously knew what he was doing, as they cruised to an early 0-0 stalemate. Player of the match Conngiggski having spurned several early chances eventually found his range with 2 surefooted strikes in quick succession. Game on! 
Use the wide areas came the cry from CBU stalwart Darrylinho. And they did, responding by spraying overhit passes left and right and into the neighbouring pitches for the most part. Conngiggski struck again with monotonous accuracy including an insolent back-heel. A ball in the midriff for brave Darrylinho as he compensated for defensive errors straight out of the compendium of schoolboy stuff. The Wolf stood, hands on hips, strikingly standing out against the third generation astroturf, in new socks and retro-styled black and white three-stripe (as they used to have to say in Ireland) shooting
boots. A man alone with his thoughts. Michalides pounced on a spill by the stand-in goalkeeper Cowey and fleet-footed slotted in the first of his many on this his unforgettable debut. Adriano, the new signing, produced what he later referred to in the pavilion as the most improbable goal of the evening. This was but the opening tumble in the comedy of errors which was to follow. The wide areas were aimed for and missed, despite their width. Balls sprayed and pinged every part of the anatomy of Conngiggski as he donned the gloves. For a full 10 minutes of frenetic schoolboy stuff he lept between the sticks. Fortress North Dulwich! And then the counter. There was almost a dive header from the halfway line as Gizzabaldi saw the ball sitting up perfectly. Only the lack of speed of his thought processes prevented him from propelling the ball past the hapless keeper who was stranded in the wide area. Cowey turned on a sixpence to pile on the agony for CBU. The wide area proved decisive again in th 58th minute as King and Conngiggski collided mouth to mouth. Shoulder to shoulder they had worked together to produce a thrilling encounter down the left channel, now, hand on heart who could blame either for contesting every ball. Two collossuses for the price of one, floored by their own folly. They bravely played out the remainder of the 70 minutes and shook hands in the old style. "Next goal the winner" went up over the tannoy, and there's Conniggski putting the winner away. "No next goal the winner"...was it a mistake on the tannoy? What happened next is a mystery, but it will certainly go down in the annals as a fitting end to another near-classic 12-9 victory for the home side against the plucky visitors.
Use the wide areas came the cry from CBU stalwart Darrylinho. And they did, responding by spraying overhit passes left and right and into the neighbouring pitches for the most part. Conngiggski struck again with monotonous accuracy including an insolent back-heel. A ball in the midriff for brave Darrylinho as he compensated for defensive errors straight out of the compendium of schoolboy stuff. The Wolf stood, hands on hips, strikingly standing out against the third generation astroturf, in new socks and retro-styled black and white three-stripe (as they used to have to say in Ireland) shootingboots. A man alone with his thoughts. Michalides pounced on a spill by the stand-in goalkeeper Cowey and fleet-footed slotted in the first of his many on this his unforgettable debut. Adriano, the new signing, produced what he later referred to in the pavilion as the most improbable goal of the evening. This was but the opening tumble in the comedy of errors which was to follow. The wide areas were aimed for and missed, despite their width. Balls sprayed and pinged every part of the anatomy of Conngiggski as he donned the gloves. For a full 10 minutes of frenetic schoolboy stuff he lept between the sticks. Fortress North Dulwich! And then the counter. There was almost a dive header from the halfway line as Gizzabaldi saw the ball sitting up perfectly. Only the lack of speed of his thought processes prevented him from propelling the ball past the hapless keeper who was stranded in the wide area. Cowey turned on a sixpence to pile on the agony for CBU. The wide area proved decisive again in th 58th minute as King and Conngiggski collided mouth to mouth. Shoulder to shoulder they had worked together to produce a thrilling encounter down the left channel, now, hand on heart who could blame either for contesting every ball. Two collossuses for the price of one, floored by their own folly. They bravely played out the remainder of the 70 minutes and shook hands in the old style. "Next goal the winner" went up over the tannoy, and there's Conniggski putting the winner away. "No next goal the winner"...was it a mistake on the tannoy? What happened next is a mystery, but it will certainly go down in the annals as a fitting end to another near-classic 12-9 victory for the home side against the plucky visitors.
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