Back to the Marshes - home sweet home. Chance for revenge for last weeks gallant maulling by Ladzio"We' ll show them", "they wont know what hit'em", "wheres the kit?", "who's got the bloody kit bag?"... "where the f**ks Mario?".
Chris and Russ take over the running and logistics this week with no Adam present: God help Reccy.
Connor-" I'm the captain"
Russell- "You're not the captain".
Connor-"Yes I f***ing am."
Russell- " No youre not" .
Connor - "Why?" .
Oh Connor Connor Connor, if only I had time to list the amount of reasons why you can't be captain.
Finally Mario arrives and every one gets kitted up. No time for a warm up. The early forays look good and before we have time to think Aaron slots home a sweeping move down the right. Sweet.
Then came a magical Mario moment. Joao lays him off down the right and as he approaches the byline he lets fly a forty yard lob over the keeper and into the top corner. Now I heard a few suggestions of an intended cross but frankly if roberto carlos had done it no one would have said a thing.
We knew we were in a game when they knocked in a corner with a super header and then Paul struggled off injured. On came Liam and caused trouble straight away. But as half time approached we let in an equalizer.
The second half was a mixture of the sublime and the sort of in fighting that saw our season fail to fulfil its true potential. Liam hit a great goal. We had the lead - Connner decided to lie on the grass while the game ebbed around him for 5 minutes. A strange tactic but it nearly worked until Ladzio got a lucky penalty and again levelled the scores. Russell pulled a high high swirling ball out of the heavens, laid it off to Umar who initiated a wonderful move down the left culminating in a beautifully carved goal. Two more came in quick succession and the 3 points appeared safe. But not for Reccy! Ever-capable of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory we turned on eachother like a pack of hyenas. Even the man of iron Joao was shouting and cursing (mostly at Russell, who hid his fear well).The youngsters dug deep and defended hard. The smallest man on the pitch, Joe, won everything in the air against a trio of eight foot tall giants. Umar nearly broke legs with the ferocity of his tackles. Superb. But a penalty and another goal - 6-5 and thankfully the final whistle blew. Joao was still like a hurricane of fury until someone pointed out that we had actually won the game and he had just lost count. Hooray!
Chris Read , Paul, Joao Spinola, Russell Smith, Mario Pisano, Umar Ba , Joe Dunthorne, Benson Chambers, Connor Joseph, Aaron Gayle, Max bland, Liam Greenaway.
Connor - "Why?" .
Oh Connor Connor Connor, if only I had time to list the amount of reasons why you can't be captain.
Finally Mario arrives and every one gets kitted up. No time for a warm up. The early forays look good and before we have time to think Aaron slots home a sweeping move down the right. Sweet.
Then came a magical Mario moment. Joao lays him off down the right and as he approaches the byline he lets fly a forty yard lob over the keeper and into the top corner. Now I heard a few suggestions of an intended cross but frankly if roberto carlos had done it no one would have said a thing.
We knew we were in a game when they knocked in a corner with a super header and then Paul struggled off injured. On came Liam and caused trouble straight away. But as half time approached we let in an equalizer.
The second half was a mixture of the sublime and the sort of in fighting that saw our season fail to fulfil its true potential. Liam hit a great goal. We had the lead - Connner decided to lie on the grass while the game ebbed around him for 5 minutes. A strange tactic but it nearly worked until Ladzio got a lucky penalty and again levelled the scores. Russell pulled a high high swirling ball out of the heavens, laid it off to Umar who initiated a wonderful move down the left culminating in a beautifully carved goal. Two more came in quick succession and the 3 points appeared safe. But not for Reccy! Ever-capable of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory we turned on eachother like a pack of hyenas. Even the man of iron Joao was shouting and cursing (mostly at Russell, who hid his fear well).The youngsters dug deep and defended hard. The smallest man on the pitch, Joe, won everything in the air against a trio of eight foot tall giants. Umar nearly broke legs with the ferocity of his tackles. Superb. But a penalty and another goal - 6-5 and thankfully the final whistle blew. Joao was still like a hurricane of fury until someone pointed out that we had actually won the game and he had just lost count. Hooray!Chris Read , Paul, Joao Spinola, Russell Smith, Mario Pisano, Umar Ba , Joe Dunthorne, Benson Chambers, Connor Joseph, Aaron Gayle, Max bland, Liam Greenaway.