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Ode to a fallen comrade

He never made it, didn't stand a chance. I was the last to see him and he look great, normal, happy even. Giving the big up about coming along for one last effort. Poor bastard never stood (pun intended) a chance but he made a brave show of it. We had the ceremonial rolling up the trouser leg, the un-informed medical diagnosis, the what-if's, the maybes and then even the pathetic offer to be last man in our line of defense.

But all along we knew he wasn't going to make for the last game of the season. Idiot didn't put ice on it like we told him. No he thought he knew better. He shunned the magic sponge and water treatment and decided to go it alone and hope for the best. A week later the ankle is still twice its normal size. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Here's how the mate's code of mate-hood works. When we lose one then we all pitch in double for him coz our mate would appreciate that. Even if your mate is a daft moron who doesn't put ice on a turned ankle. Sometimes it's hard being a mate.

Well we did it for you mate 2 - 1. Halftime it was 0 - 0 and we were being overrun. We were losing everything in midfield and couldn't get out of our half. Wave upon wave of relentless pressure. Halftime came and went with no apparent change to our tactics except that both teams agreed that whoever kicked the ball over the fence onto the road had to go and get it. That was nice. Then it happened. 1 nil down and lacking any ideas how too break down the opposition. Our heads were down but deep down knowing we were lucky to still be in the game.

1 - 1 and what a shot from Jinksy. A cannonball inside the left post, flying past the keeper who was a ringer from the A league. Suddenly we're first to the ball, overlapping runs, give and goes and the game is ours. Breathless stuff, beautiful football. We're transformed and on a charge. Ludwik gives a free kick on the edge of the area but they blow it. Big time. The tide has definitely turned, I love this game. Now we're shouting positive stuff and even happy when we try stuff and it doesn't come off.

Into the last minute, end of the last minute with the whistle in the refs mouth and there's a goalmouth scramble. Slow motion time as passes go astray, shots are missed and suddenly he's offside but the ref's not giving it. Clear in on goal 5 yards out and he slots past the keeper. Ref blows the whistle, 2 -1 game and season over.

We're devastated at losing the game in the last kick and that ones for you Martin for not putting effing ice on your stupid effing ankle.

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