Sick As A Parrot

The end of the season kinda fizzed out and ended prematurely due to the weather canceling the final games. It meant that we were denied the opportunity to put right our penultimate result. What was interesting in our final loss, which was not recorded in the match report, was the performance by Ludwik. The man single handily gifted wrapped the match to the opponents by providing two assists to the opposition. He would have had three assists had our keeper, Mr Dependable - Faud, not given away a free kick by handling outside the area in order to cut Ludwik's defense splitting pass, sorry I mean bungled clearance. Why all of this is relevant now is that the Spring season is starting in two weeks and Ludwik has decided to leave the ranks of the B league brethren to show case his talents with the big boys in the A league. We're a team scorned but I'm not sure the A league are ready for his perverse sense of fair play so elegantly illustrated in our last loss. This is the bigges...

We lost and I blame Martin - of course. I don't know what he was on but he was giving us some serious lip through out the game. Constantly having a go at us for not getting back to help the defense and when we got there banging on about not getting forward to help with the attack. Interestingly on more than a couple of occasions I noticed that while he was screaming at us to get forward I was 10 yards ahead of him. I reckon he must have downed a huge bowl of aggro flakes for breakfast. On reflection I came up with a couple of other theories as to why the normally mild mannered, albeit slightly lippy, bloke would suddenly explode into a raging beast of aggression: 1. Roid rage. I'm not saying he's on the juice and I really do not want to get too close to look for other signs of steroid abuse. 2. Lack of Saturday night action. On top of that he took off early from the game to catch a plane but I reckon he was making like a rat leaving the sinking ship. Of course we would not ...