Western art, literature and drama are blessed with great works that riff on the theme of dual personalities. The good and bad angels sitting on our shoulders. Dr Jeckyl and Mr Hide, Dr Frankenstein and his misunderstood monster, Nosferatu, Batman the list goes on. Suave sophisticates by day, foaming at the mouth flesh eaters when the red mist descends.
So Recreativo can look forward to being immortalised by some genius of stage or screen who will present - for a wider audience than we currently enjoy - the beauty and the beast that is our Sunday afternoon muse. One minute we are spinning gold out of a pigs bladder and grass, the next heads are turning all the way round and throwing up green stuff. One minute Russell is performing miracles in the penalty area, plucking the ball from the toe of an advancing striker, the next some evil sprite is squaring up to a giant from the other side. Beauty abounds in the 15 passes that lead to goal number 3, in the leap that sees Liam, the smallest player on the pitch, out-jump Rio's towering defence, in the stout tackling and honourable chasing all over the field of newcomer Chris Chambers. But even when the game is all but won, the beast strikes a match and lights the shortest of fuses on the pitch, and mouths agape, we watch the rocket that was our right back have himself fired out of the ground and into the outer circle of football hell. Oh cursed is man to possess such gifts and yet be possessed by such gaffs. Oh plonker.
One day someone - Stuart Hall maybe - will write an opera about Recreativo and its dual personality. But til then we're going to try to keep our sunny sides up.
Team: Aaron Gayle 1, Liam Greenaway 2, Max Bland, Joe Haley (John Mcguighan), Adam Bradbury (Dan Hare), Chris Read (Joao Spinola), Chris Chambers, Ben Chambers, Connor Joseph, Jimmy Lloyd.