Richard Dawkins is wrong. God does exist and today he conspired with Lyric Celtic to blow away the clouds and unleash such a blinding ball of sunshine that Recreativo were left chasing silhouettes. Was he punishing us for our Christmas over indulgence? Of for dropping Steve? Visually impaired like the helpless souls of 
Day of the Triffids, we seemed to charge about the entire second half aimlessley, unable to string more than a couple of passes together.It had all started so well. Hackney Council had re-booked our pitch, everyone had turned up on time, the opposition were there and even the ref was waiting to get started. Something had to go wrong...
The opening 15 minutes saw us bombing forward, Dario and Bilal eager and tricky around Celtic's box. Joe was making his debut and got stuck in adding pace on the left flank. A goal a piece at half time it was anyone's game. As we came out for the second half we might aswell all have put blindfolds on as the clouds departed, glaring sunshine blinding us. We were unable to make out who was who, reverting to hoofing the ball, panicking and conceeding defeat like a punch drunk Audley Harrison. Chris looked dapper in his tartan deer-stalker cap and despite his dodgy knee pulled off some fine saves throughout the match. Our fitness, and lack of, showed big time in the second half and in truth the final whis
tle couldn't come a moment sooner. As Celtic's jubilant voices trailed off into the distance we were left to gather the nets and collect the muddy kit and already begin to think about next week. We'll be back and eager to put things right.
tle couldn't come a moment sooner. As Celtic's jubilant voices trailed off into the distance we were left to gather the nets and collect the muddy kit and already begin to think about next week. We'll be back and eager to put things right.Team : Chris Read, Mario Pisano, John Megaughin, Jimmie Gregory, Nick Candy, Joe Dunthorne (James Humphreys), Adam Bradbury, Joao Spinola, Alex Reading, Dario Costa, Bilal Talib Ali.