Well readers, I have a report to match any of the past post-match entries, I hope.
It was a filthy, dirty, wet, thundering with rain, miserable night, but who gives a SHITE. It was a Monday so we dared to go where few would have even contemplated, onto the field of dreams in a Monsoon Monday Extravaganza. What a show of camaraderie and dedication. It was a little worrying on the way through the tunnel, but lo and behold, the Sunderland Legend was there and It Was On. No sooner had we entered the arena when we saw fellow
worshippers of the sphere, it was pissin’ it down but it bounced off these toned-torsoed athletes as they swaggered onto the turf of opportunity: we were united against the elements.
Again the injury-hit DSPAFC (this time playing under the banner of a Rest of the World IV) showed little weakness in the standard of play, merely in the number playing. It was a “so last century” 4 v 5 tonight with a bibless look. As mentioned in previous articles, the bib situation is always an area for discussion and debate, so I am a little limited here. Just to say there were none. ‘nough said.
We welcomed with open arms a possible transfer opportunity in Jan 2008, K. Da Silva-Fox. He had flown in, with no expense spared, via Ryanair, for the event. Boy was he eager. He had the drive and gusto of the level we have almost become accustomed to. He was charming in the introductions but that is where it ended. The only charming he did after that was his caressing of the match ball. What a find!!!!!
The night was looking like a dull prospect, with the chaps from pitch no.3 askin’ for a contest. Der Kaiser, politely, telling them that the level of play would be beyond even their dreams. So we got on with it, old stylee. The Irish trio, UCC (Re)United for one night only, along with adoptive sons Aderonskï and Al-Kinghali looked on for a solid win, but as ever it was an even contest, with little to spare as goals were exchanged in a end to end topsy-turvy whirlpool of swirling side-footers, punishing pile-drivers and cheeky chips. 7-8 to UCC (Re)United with minutes remaining on the clock. Take it into the corners, watch your house, touch-tight: all the standard advice was spurned by UCC as they continued to play from the back. This Croatian approach did not seem suited to the astroturf surface on the night.
Nonetheless it looked like Da Silva-Fox as the find of the transfer window with 2 wonder strikes, both from outside the area. He made space, he was composed and took both with the accuracy one would expect from a seasoned pro. First the left then the right. On both occasions he showed his trademark, showboating, inside-out shimmy. How the crowd cheered! The first deservedly being rewarded the Marmite Goal of the Night. (stickers to be sent, Airmail). Enjoy Da Silva.
Gizzabaldi surprised all, by what is thought to be the first headed attempt at goal for a good 9 months and was also to play a major part in giving the first and second ever fouls of the league. (we will lose points in the Fair Play League, but fair play to honesty). This was marred by the tetchy approach of the whites. High ball calls, claims of seeing daylight, when we were in a downpour at 8.46pm in November, were seen by one newcomer as being "a bit Smokey Joe”..??????
The Bovril PotMA, by unanimous decision, went to Coweyscatsi. On an Alamo of a night, one could say, he was as impervious to shots on goal as his locks were to the precipitation. What a star!!!!
Garrattino and Gilesinho both had stylish finishes for DSPAFC/Restotheworld IV as befitted their attire and faultless coiffure – despite the downpour. Der Kaiser was off his sickbed but you would not think this was a player who but 2 hours previous had had his feet in a hot basin of water, a thermometer in his gob and a lemsip in his hand. What a Lazarus. A wooly cap and he was off. Aderonski threaded the ball left, right and centre and kept the home keeper on his onions all night.
The squandering of goal opportunities during the night will be left for another date, many of the battlers are reeling from missed opportunities which have no doubt caused sleepless nights since. As the rain set in on the already well established rain and the floodlights sparked a set piece by DSPAFC were awarded a corner converted as Gizzabaldi put his gloves back on. 8-all. Alamo central for the visitors reduced to 4 men as Al-Kinghali took an early bath on his bicycle. Hamstrings strummed their pain with their fingers, but with one voice they sung their life with their song and surged forward. Cruelly denied. The counter...9-8. Was it over. It’s not over till they’ve sung your life with their song and strummed your pain with their fingers, Twang went the veteran’s ligament. Unflinching he played on. Twong went Gizzabaldi’s hamstring. Telling their whole life with its words the advantage was converted into 10-8 victory for DSPAFC/restotheworld IV when Da Silva proved that experience is no barrier to folly as he strummed further pain into his knee with the fingers of an abandoned wonder-strike. The hobbling Academicals threw in the towel. A sodden bunch they hobbled their way to the tunnel much like Mclaren’s spoiled crop of soggy turnips did two nights later.
Post-match pavilion talk centred mainly on the new signing, as he and Coweyscatsi conducted themselves like a pair of long lost boot cleaning trainees. Oh how they reminisced about the old days of Sunderland.
Da Silva-Fox recounted how as a 16 year old marking former Newcastle legend Jackie Milburn (then of Linfield) out of the game all the first half of his own Irish league debut, only for the veteran to go on to score 4 in the second half (the manager told me not to follow him when he drifted in the second Da Silva-Fox reminisced).
Warming to his topic, Da Silva-Fox suggested a range of new tactics, including a variation on the approach reported in last week’s report, of playing without a ball, and the need for the modern game to return to the old school of extroverts calling the shots. Debating points included Da Silva-Fox doing a bit of a "Keano" and taking exception to being told to “make some space” by a whippersnapper; Gizzabaldi shamelessly showboating his back heel into the net. I could go on and on. They certainly did. But then that’s football.
It was a filthy, dirty, wet, thundering with rain, miserable night, but who gives a SHITE. It was a Monday so we dared to go where few would have even contemplated, onto the field of dreams in a Monsoon Monday Extravaganza. What a show of camaraderie and dedication. It was a little worrying on the way through the tunnel, but lo and behold, the Sunderland Legend was there and It Was On. No sooner had we entered the arena when we saw fellow
worshippers of the sphere, it was pissin’ it down but it bounced off these toned-torsoed athletes as they swaggered onto the turf of opportunity: we were united against the elements.Again the injury-hit DSPAFC (this time playing under the banner of a Rest of the World IV) showed little weakness in the standard of play, merely in the number playing. It was a “so last century” 4 v 5 tonight with a bibless look. As mentioned in previous articles, the bib situation is always an area for discussion and debate, so I am a little limited here. Just to say there were none. ‘nough said.
We welcomed with open arms a possible transfer opportunity in Jan 2008, K. Da Silva-Fox. He had flown in, with no expense spared, via Ryanair, for the event. Boy was he eager. He had the drive and gusto of the level we have almost become accustomed to. He was charming in the introductions but that is where it ended. The only charming he did after that was his caressing of the match ball. What a find!!!!!
The night was looking like a dull prospect, with the chaps from pitch no.3 askin’ for a contest. Der Kaiser, politely, telling them that the level of play would be beyond even their dreams. So we got on with it, old stylee. The Irish trio, UCC (Re)United for one night only, along with adoptive sons Aderonskï and Al-Kinghali looked on for a solid win, but as ever it was an even contest, with little to spare as goals were exchanged in a end to end topsy-turvy whirlpool of swirling side-footers, punishing pile-drivers and cheeky chips. 7-8 to UCC (Re)United with minutes remaining on the clock. Take it into the corners, watch your house, touch-tight: all the standard advice was spurned by UCC as they continued to play from the back. This Croatian approach did not seem suited to the astroturf surface on the night.
Nonetheless it looked like Da Silva-Fox as the find of the transfer window with 2 wonder strikes, both from outside the area. He made space, he was composed and took both with the accuracy one would expect from a seasoned pro. First the left then the right. On both occasions he showed his trademark, showboating, inside-out shimmy. How the crowd cheered! The first deservedly being rewarded the Marmite Goal of the Night. (stickers to be sent, Airmail). Enjoy Da Silva.
Gizzabaldi surprised all, by what is thought to be the first headed attempt at goal for a good 9 months and was also to play a major part in giving the first and second ever fouls of the league. (we will lose points in the Fair Play League, but fair play to honesty). This was marred by the tetchy approach of the whites. High ball calls, claims of seeing daylight, when we were in a downpour at 8.46pm in November, were seen by one newcomer as being "a bit Smokey Joe”..??????
The Bovril PotMA, by unanimous decision, went to Coweyscatsi. On an Alamo of a night, one could say, he was as impervious to shots on goal as his locks were to the precipitation. What a star!!!!
Garrattino and Gilesinho both had stylish finishes for DSPAFC/Restotheworld IV as befitted their attire and faultless coiffure – despite the downpour. Der Kaiser was off his sickbed but you would not think this was a player who but 2 hours previous had had his feet in a hot basin of water, a thermometer in his gob and a lemsip in his hand. What a Lazarus. A wooly cap and he was off. Aderonski threaded the ball left, right and centre and kept the home keeper on his onions all night.
The squandering of goal opportunities during the night will be left for another date, many of the battlers are reeling from missed opportunities which have no doubt caused sleepless nights since. As the rain set in on the already well established rain and the floodlights sparked a set piece by DSPAFC were awarded a corner converted as Gizzabaldi put his gloves back on. 8-all. Alamo central for the visitors reduced to 4 men as Al-Kinghali took an early bath on his bicycle. Hamstrings strummed their pain with their fingers, but with one voice they sung their life with their song and surged forward. Cruelly denied. The counter...9-8. Was it over. It’s not over till they’ve sung your life with their song and strummed your pain with their fingers, Twang went the veteran’s ligament. Unflinching he played on. Twong went Gizzabaldi’s hamstring. Telling their whole life with its words the advantage was converted into 10-8 victory for DSPAFC/restotheworld IV when Da Silva proved that experience is no barrier to folly as he strummed further pain into his knee with the fingers of an abandoned wonder-strike. The hobbling Academicals threw in the towel. A sodden bunch they hobbled their way to the tunnel much like Mclaren’s spoiled crop of soggy turnips did two nights later.
Post-match pavilion talk centred mainly on the new signing, as he and Coweyscatsi conducted themselves like a pair of long lost boot cleaning trainees. Oh how they reminisced about the old days of Sunderland.
Da Silva-Fox recounted how as a 16 year old marking former Newcastle legend Jackie Milburn (then of Linfield) out of the game all the first half of his own Irish league debut, only for the veteran to go on to score 4 in the second half (the manager told me not to follow him when he drifted in the second Da Silva-Fox reminisced).Warming to his topic, Da Silva-Fox suggested a range of new tactics, including a variation on the approach reported in last week’s report, of playing without a ball, and the need for the modern game to return to the old school of extroverts calling the shots. Debating points included Da Silva-Fox doing a bit of a "Keano" and taking exception to being told to “make some space” by a whippersnapper; Gizzabaldi shamelessly showboating his back heel into the net. I could go on and on. They certainly did. But then that’s football.
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