Well how could we ever forget this catchy phrase after the display on this fine Autumnal eve. Again we were treated like royalty to a display of fabulous skills from this ever improving team. Again they proved their critics wrong: long forgotten are the old headlines of these chaps being over-rated, over-paid and over the hill. No they played a thrilling match of topsy-turvy, end-to-end passion-fuelled flamboyant football. 
The home team, although hampered by multiple injuries - more of which later - was not willing to show any weakness in any position. The selected team was reduced, due to some players’ off the field commitments and one player unable to squeeze his Bentley Continental through the gates, and was late in being announced. The mighty Gilesinho took charge of the bib allocation and was as quick in his selection of the team as he was to be in his selection of cutting passes later on.
Again it was an unusual battle of a 6v5, and a brave suggestion that a singular rotation of 5v6 occur for the second half. Having learned a hard lesson last week with these changes, many of the team were sporting timekeeping pieces. On show were a variety of Rolex and deep sea diving pieces and of course the footballer’s favourite, the Texas Instrument digital.
It was going to be a great night. This was compounded by the firework display at kickoff. “The budget was blown but it was a real crowd pleaser”(Aderonskï - head of accounts)
As Conngiggskï suggested on his travels to the match, “we will hit the ground running and start as we mean to go on". The tempo we have grown accustomed to in recent weeks was evident from the off.
Der Kaiser, after some barren weeks (goalwise) early in the season, was on fire and played a great game just behind the front two, or one or none, depending on tactics. He made his intentions early doors and scored a screamer (Ahhh!, Bisto goal of the match by unanimous vote) with the outside of his trusty recently sponsored boot. It was going to be a good night for the seasoned Bayern man. Two more were to follow, one a cheeky corner kick catching the keeper off his line, who fumbled for the ball, but it was beyond his grasp. Aderihiano was as surprised as any as his own pile-driver from 23yds found the top corner. The memory of the goal was enhanced by a perfectly timed boom as the sky lit up and sparkled to celebrate.
Some of the more steady players (no names needed) had what some may call a “Diego Forlan” night - lots of running and great first touch but little else.
But as ever there was a drive for glory near the end and controversy in the confusion of tactics and formation. Late on Gilesihno had a one on one with the Conngiggskï: as the keeper left his area to clear, the hapless striker, on a hat-trick, had a rush of blood to his wise head. “You can’t fly”, he hollered in disgust, but as R Kelly, and later Westlife, beautifully sang “ I believe I can fly" was Conngiggskï’s claim. 
Late doors there was a bit of time wasting from Colours of Benetton United, skying two simple chances in front of the sticks, much to the disgust of the home side who were sadly trailing by two. Which by all accounts was a mystery. A mystery which will haunt them for some time. When the pundits viewed and discussed the play later in the pavilion there seemed to be at least one mystery goal missing. This would no doubt have changed the complexion of the game and FIFA are looking at a possible replay, point deduction, or the old favourite, “calling it a draw”. I for one would go for the latter. A further mystery concerned the final minutes of the match. With a match ball a-piece - which otherwise were destined for the burgeoning personal collections of the hat-trick heroes Gilesinho (who had the audacity to bag 4) and Der Kaiser - ‘skyed’ into the crowd, the climax to the game appeared to be played out in mime. This did not deter Garrattino from intercepting everything that moved, as he had all evening while the real ball was on the field of play, nor Gizzabaldi from leaping like a salmon in the visitor’s D area, thwarting the home side’s late pressure to snatch a less demoralising defeat from the jaws of a more demoralising defeat.
Nominations for the Bovril Man of the Match were a difficult call as several of the crew gave 110% throughout, but one man stood out like a firework. Step up M. Campellese.
The pundits also announced new awards, which will be given in a sticker style ceremony at the pavilion, for now (still awaiting sponsor’s confirmation of the exact amount of the award money). Marmite Magical moment for M. Waddoluci’s solo effort and the Bert Trautmann award for goalkeeping heroics and/or unnecessary dives went to G. Gizzabaldi.
The Pavilion – which was relocated temporarily to SE24 - was quiet by comparison this Monday night as many had charity events, firework displays to open and the like to attend. These guys DO give back to the very people who have made them.
We all look forward to more high jinks next week and may, we hope, welcome back some of our injured athletes. Namely Coweyskatsi (thumb), Turnbulletino (metatarsels of the inner palm) and Daryllinho (throat) amongst others.
Roll on next week.
The home team, although hampered by multiple injuries - more of which later - was not willing to show any weakness in any position. The selected team was reduced, due to some players’ off the field commitments and one player unable to squeeze his Bentley Continental through the gates, and was late in being announced. The mighty Gilesinho took charge of the bib allocation and was as quick in his selection of the team as he was to be in his selection of cutting passes later on.
Again it was an unusual battle of a 6v5, and a brave suggestion that a singular rotation of 5v6 occur for the second half. Having learned a hard lesson last week with these changes, many of the team were sporting timekeeping pieces. On show were a variety of Rolex and deep sea diving pieces and of course the footballer’s favourite, the Texas Instrument digital.
It was going to be a great night. This was compounded by the firework display at kickoff. “The budget was blown but it was a real crowd pleaser”(Aderonskï - head of accounts)As Conngiggskï suggested on his travels to the match, “we will hit the ground running and start as we mean to go on". The tempo we have grown accustomed to in recent weeks was evident from the off.
Der Kaiser, after some barren weeks (goalwise) early in the season, was on fire and played a great game just behind the front two, or one or none, depending on tactics. He made his intentions early doors and scored a screamer (Ahhh!, Bisto goal of the match by unanimous vote) with the outside of his trusty recently sponsored boot. It was going to be a good night for the seasoned Bayern man. Two more were to follow, one a cheeky corner kick catching the keeper off his line, who fumbled for the ball, but it was beyond his grasp. Aderihiano was as surprised as any as his own pile-driver from 23yds found the top corner. The memory of the goal was enhanced by a perfectly timed boom as the sky lit up and sparkled to celebrate.
Some of the more steady players (no names needed) had what some may call a “Diego Forlan” night - lots of running and great first touch but little else.
But as ever there was a drive for glory near the end and controversy in the confusion of tactics and formation. Late on Gilesihno had a one on one with the Conngiggskï: as the keeper left his area to clear, the hapless striker, on a hat-trick, had a rush of blood to his wise head. “You can’t fly”, he hollered in disgust, but as R Kelly, and later Westlife, beautifully sang “ I believe I can fly" was Conngiggskï’s claim. 
Late doors there was a bit of time wasting from Colours of Benetton United, skying two simple chances in front of the sticks, much to the disgust of the home side who were sadly trailing by two. Which by all accounts was a mystery. A mystery which will haunt them for some time. When the pundits viewed and discussed the play later in the pavilion there seemed to be at least one mystery goal missing. This would no doubt have changed the complexion of the game and FIFA are looking at a possible replay, point deduction, or the old favourite, “calling it a draw”. I for one would go for the latter. A further mystery concerned the final minutes of the match. With a match ball a-piece - which otherwise were destined for the burgeoning personal collections of the hat-trick heroes Gilesinho (who had the audacity to bag 4) and Der Kaiser - ‘skyed’ into the crowd, the climax to the game appeared to be played out in mime. This did not deter Garrattino from intercepting everything that moved, as he had all evening while the real ball was on the field of play, nor Gizzabaldi from leaping like a salmon in the visitor’s D area, thwarting the home side’s late pressure to snatch a less demoralising defeat from the jaws of a more demoralising defeat.
Nominations for the Bovril Man of the Match were a difficult call as several of the crew gave 110% throughout, but one man stood out like a firework. Step up M. Campellese.
The pundits also announced new awards, which will be given in a sticker style ceremony at the pavilion, for now (still awaiting sponsor’s confirmation of the exact amount of the award money). Marmite Magical moment for M. Waddoluci’s solo effort and the Bert Trautmann award for goalkeeping heroics and/or unnecessary dives went to G. Gizzabaldi.
The Pavilion – which was relocated temporarily to SE24 - was quiet by comparison this Monday night as many had charity events, firework displays to open and the like to attend. These guys DO give back to the very people who have made them.
We all look forward to more high jinks next week and may, we hope, welcome back some of our injured athletes. Namely Coweyskatsi (thumb), Turnbulletino (metatarsels of the inner palm) and Daryllinho (throat) amongst others.
Roll on next week.
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