We had wondered if to drag out the Plague cart for this one, turn up on Halloween at every player's home with the cry of "Bring out yer dead!". So many had called in sick or been spirited away by work and family. One minute we have a squad list that goes on forever, the next we're left scratching around for anyone with a pair of football boots. Come to Clapham. For a shit day out. Get thrashed. Covered in mud. Kicked and pushed around. Argue with your own team mates. Call the ref a prick. Then go home with the biggest bag you can carry full of filthy stinking muddied up football kit.
A little piece of Recreativo died today. This new season's rollercoaster ride came sliding off the rails big time. Crash, bang, slip and slide all the way back to Hackney with our tails between our legs. You know how bad it is when for the first time ever we did not stop for Kits Kats at the Esso garage on the way home.
A little piece of Recreativo died today. This new season's rollercoaster ride came sliding off the rails big time. Crash, bang, slip and slide all the way back to Hackney with our tails between our legs. You know how bad it is when for the first time ever we did not stop for Kits Kats at the Esso garage on the way home.
Not even the new HD telly sitting proudly in the corner of the front room could take the pain away when arriving home. Nor the lentil and bacon casserole, the rioja or winter fruit crumble. The rest of the evening was ruined by the manic urge to take the kit, the footballs, the pump, the adaptors, the goal nets, the brown fucking sticky tape, the shin pads, the football boots, the spare studs, the first aid kit, the Deep Heat, the Recreativo t-shirts and set the whole fucking lot on fire. And that's exactly what I did! Mwhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......*Team: James Humphreys, Mario Pisano, Chris Read, Joe Haley, Jimmie Gregory (John Megaughin), Benson Chambers, Jeremy (Adril), Aaron Gayle, Tino (David), Max Bland, Liam Greenaway.
*denotes events that may not necessarily have happened, but are purely fantasies of a very worn down football manager. See ya sunday at Hackney Marshes.