Metro 2 Men
This week it was all about old friends and new friends for the Grass Crabs, as we faced off against archrivals – and close opponents on the premiership table – John XXIII. After an ill-advised attempt at humour on Whistler’s for Hire our ol’ mate Rosie (who recently defected to Hale) found himself actually having to umpire, but with Coco away at a sausage festival he remained relatively unscathed. With several other regular Crabs unavailable we needed some recruits, and we welcomed back Shano, who always provides a talking point or two, and Sasha for the game. It was also good to see Chicko return after a few weeks of fracking the Pilbara, although his skinfold tests were a bit below team standards which raised more than a few eyebrows. Luckily, the Websters had also found three new recruits for the day (from their extensive list of contacts), and their skinfolds were fine, so we let Chicko play anyway. And thank goodness we did, as his attack on the ball and fierce defence of the corner post on short corners (the corner post of the field, not the goals) were quite memorable. There were lots of other highlights: Sean watching a ball dribble between his legs and into the goals, Claz testing his kneecap strength against the opposition goalie’s helmet, and the umpire blowing time just as Burt was winding up for an open shot at goal.
As you might have gathered by now, we lost.
Look, we weren’t terrible, but they were better. To tell the truth, we owe a lot to Sean in goals, who had a cracking game, despite the aforementioned incident. The rest of the defence tried hard under a tonne of pressure all day, and Joshie took two hits for the team (although he milked it for all it was worth later, significantly reducing the level of sympathy felt by his team-mates). Burt hit our solitary goal, and to be fair it was a cracker. But it just wasn’t enough.
If we want to make it deep into finals, and savour the wineries in Spring, we are going to have to find a way around these guys.