Colors of Benetton Utd 13 Dynamo Staropremium AFC 13Att. 31,387
What a night of football we were witness to on this blustery eve. It was something to behold. Memories are made of such a display. But here’s one I prepared earlier:
After the kafuffle of last week's 3v3 exhibition, the DSAFC had the strength and depth to field the old reliable 4v5, and it was a goal fest. An average of one goal per 2.30769231 minutes. If they had not been so wasteful in front of the sticks it could easily have been lowered to one per 1.5688412 minutes. All were guilty of the near miss, some more than others.
The result could not have been guessed at any point of the game, not even in the dying moments. It was ON from the off, if you catch my drift (?). The numerical advantage of the DSPAFC 5s did nothing to help them in this battle. In fact some would say the extra player caused some congestion in the middle of the park, hampering their free-flowing moves and passes. It appeared to be their downfall and trailed by as much 5 at the mid way point. But they bounced back to make it a ding dong of a match.
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Once more the kidz from number 3 were itching for a game with the grown up pros. They could not hide their beaming smiles as they saw the low numbers arriving for the match of the week. However once again we told them to “grow up and watch and learn”. They have the enthusiasm and spirit, but we would cruelly dash their hopes were we to take them on. Their vision and knowledge of the game are at the lower end of the slope of footballing wisdom, which we know is slippery and steep.
The average gate on the night welcomed two well groomed ringers for the night. They have since officially transferred from Peckhamwoodpeckerscider AFC and Claptonspecialbrew Athletic respectively. Michelangelo Michaelides, previously on loan to the Dynamos, made a glorious return to the Arena, while Marcel Flynnailly bossed the midfield with the authority one would expect of the former Paris St Germain legend. They looked the part and played their part. No need for an interpreter here as the pair seemed to adopt the language of the Arena early doors. “Team...happy...Flynnailly pass...that’s good. Other
player...Michaelides...opponent well....good for game. Goals well...many in the net. Very happy”, opined Makkapakka McClaren’s replacement in the technical area Juande Vamos after the match at the pavilion (trans. Jean-Michel Turnbulletin).
Taking away their Hula HoopsTM and doughnut privileges is one thing but we do need to get over the language barrier to get the best out of them. At one key point, as Conngiggskï took hold of the wing, making a rare move. He was called upon to “come tight”, “make space” and much more. He was flabbergasted by such requests and simply asked, “is it back door or front?”. You can not mid match alter the mating call of these sportsmen. The whole team stopped in wonderment as to what the hell the former Peckhamwoodpeckercider midfielder was talking about. One for the training ground and make no mistake.
After the kafuffle of last week's 3v3 exhibition, the DSAFC had the strength and depth to field the old reliable 4v5, and it was a goal fest. An average of one goal per 2.30769231 minutes. If they had not been so wasteful in front of the sticks it could easily have been lowered to one per 1.5688412 minutes. All were guilty of the near miss, some more than others.
The result could not have been guessed at any point of the game, not even in the dying moments. It was ON from the off, if you catch my drift (?). The numerical advantage of the DSPAFC 5s did nothing to help them in this battle. In fact some would say the extra player caused some congestion in the middle of the park, hampering their free-flowing moves and passes. It appeared to be their downfall and trailed by as much 5 at the mid way point. But they bounced back to make it a ding dong of a match.
.
Once more the kidz from number 3 were itching for a game with the grown up pros. They could not hide their beaming smiles as they saw the low numbers arriving for the match of the week. However once again we told them to “grow up and watch and learn”. They have the enthusiasm and spirit, but we would cruelly dash their hopes were we to take them on. Their vision and knowledge of the game are at the lower end of the slope of footballing wisdom, which we know is slippery and steep.
The average gate on the night welcomed two well groomed ringers for the night. They have since officially transferred from Peckhamwoodpeckerscider AFC and Claptonspecialbrew Athletic respectively. Michelangelo Michaelides, previously on loan to the Dynamos, made a glorious return to the Arena, while Marcel Flynnailly bossed the midfield with the authority one would expect of the former Paris St Germain legend. They looked the part and played their part. No need for an interpreter here as the pair seemed to adopt the language of the Arena early doors. “Team...happy...Flynnailly pass...that’s good. Other
player...Michaelides...opponent well....good for game. Goals well...many in the net. Very happy”, opined Makkapakka McClaren’s replacement in the technical area Juande Vamos after the match at the pavilion (trans. Jean-Michel Turnbulletin).Taking away their Hula HoopsTM and doughnut privileges is one thing but we do need to get over the language barrier to get the best out of them. At one key point, as Conngiggskï took hold of the wing, making a rare move. He was called upon to “come tight”, “make space” and much more. He was flabbergasted by such requests and simply asked, “is it back door or front?”. You can not mid match alter the mating call of these sportsmen. The whole team stopped in wonderment as to what the hell the former Peckhamwoodpeckercider midfielder was talking about. One for the training ground and make no mistake.
Tactical changes again played their part in the game which turned the topsy-turvy game upside down and inside out. Culminating in a mid match transfer of two players. Al Kingali and Conngiggskï swapping shirts on the half way line. Some say this has been simmering for some time, some say the injury one claimed was self-inflicted, by squirting the contents of an orange segment at half time into the eye. It remains a mystery but it did nothing to hinder the game.
With the clock ticking, Gizzabaldi and Gilesinho took hold of the game by the proverbials and showed great form in offence. Which is more than can be said of the defence. Oh how Hansen enjoyed this one on MotD2. He was on fire. The fours took full advantage of the lack of defence and went for route 1.
In the space of 2mins 23secs the Johnny Halliday of the Benetton front-line Jean-Michel Turnbulletin had a hat-trick (trois buts). Down the middle, two touches and it was in off the post, and then the same again. Hansen could not tell these goals apart - they were identical and the keeper could do nothing to stop the sniper on the run.
Both Al Kingali and Waddolucci, not forgetting Roperaroo, had fabulous moments to take home to their loved ones. Waddo smashing the ball into a space of 2.2inches square. It was impossible, but it was hit with such venom it squeezed in. Similarly Al Kingali who is doing extra Mountain Bike training and dining on dry curry only under the watchful eye of Juande Vamos, had the engine
of Keano in his day; he ran for the full 90, and got his just desserts (dry profiteroles, but hold the chocolate sauce, Juande’s watching). A handful of glorious net singers. Roperaroo, well he had the goal of the night, some say. After an audacious shimmy, he rounded a defender, took a pass on the run, just outside the area, he volleyed the beast with his instep: bosh it bent from left to right, Goodnight!
It was a difficult one to call for the stickers. Basically we were all winners on the night but Turnbulletin clinched it (the Marmite PotM award) with the new signings not far behind.
The final score, an amazing 13 each. Now that is worth the license fee alone.
Thank you DSAFC.
With the clock ticking, Gizzabaldi and Gilesinho took hold of the game by the proverbials and showed great form in offence. Which is more than can be said of the defence. Oh how Hansen enjoyed this one on MotD2. He was on fire. The fours took full advantage of the lack of defence and went for route 1.
In the space of 2mins 23secs the Johnny Halliday of the Benetton front-line Jean-Michel Turnbulletin had a hat-trick (trois buts). Down the middle, two touches and it was in off the post, and then the same again. Hansen could not tell these goals apart - they were identical and the keeper could do nothing to stop the sniper on the run.Both Al Kingali and Waddolucci, not forgetting Roperaroo, had fabulous moments to take home to their loved ones. Waddo smashing the ball into a space of 2.2inches square. It was impossible, but it was hit with such venom it squeezed in. Similarly Al Kingali who is doing extra Mountain Bike training and dining on dry curry only under the watchful eye of Juande Vamos, had the engine
of Keano in his day; he ran for the full 90, and got his just desserts (dry profiteroles, but hold the chocolate sauce, Juande’s watching). A handful of glorious net singers. Roperaroo, well he had the goal of the night, some say. After an audacious shimmy, he rounded a defender, took a pass on the run, just outside the area, he volleyed the beast with his instep: bosh it bent from left to right, Goodnight!It was a difficult one to call for the stickers. Basically we were all winners on the night but Turnbulletin clinched it (the Marmite PotM award) with the new signings not far behind.
The final score, an amazing 13 each. Now that is worth the license fee alone.
Thank you DSAFC.
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