A year and a half without footy has been, quite frankly, rubbish.
So when a chap at work, Luke, wandered over to my desk last week and asked me if I’d like to join his Monday night fives, I fairly chomped his arm off.
This band of Englishmen-abroad go by the name of Trumpton Town – not sure why, there wasn’t a fireman in sight – seem to suffer the same ‘are we going to actually turn up with five’ syndrome that Bob did.
We turned up with four, grabbed a ringer and kicked off with barely a touch of a ball.
And it showed.
We went a couple down before a thunderous left foot shot found it’s way miraculously into the roof of the net from a young whippersnapper named Williams. But the celebrations were short-lived and we saw more fly into our hockey net than theirs over the next half and a bit. And it ended up 3-5.
We’ll get better I’m sure and, if I get fit, I reckon I’ll be able to improve on my two-goals-a-game average and establish myself as resident goal machine for this lot.
I did however manage to pick up a yellow card*, so hopefully I can bring that down from one-a-game over the next few weeks.
It was great to be back playing, I have to say. Hands up if you reckon I’ll be suffering in the morning…
*For not going back far enough at a free-kick. Come on ref, give the new guy a break!
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July 2, 2012 at 10:32 pm
simonpatwaiting
The boy’s back…fantastic. And scoring as well…don’t they have keepers in Aussie 5-side?