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Postive thinking

We never showed up. Well literally I never showed up, for non-footballing related reasons. This is a cue, gladly taken up, for loads of bloke comments. All deserved.

Anyway I strolled towards our game with about 20 minutes to go, suffered the comments from the field and the sidelines and managed to get on with about 10 minutes left of the half and game. I'd like to say that the lads done good in my absence by keeping the score to a respectable 5 - 2 - but I can't. All I can say is that after I showed up and got on the field we didn't let in any more goals and even scored one. Hey I'm not saying that my presence suddenly elevated the team to a new level but there is some simple math here folks.

Still a 5 - 3 loss is no much fun no matter how you look at it. But on the positive side it does represent an improvement from our last result. At this rate we'll be winning again in about 3 weeks. Come on the lads!

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Phil Newton said…
What happened boys? I hung around for 20 mins with 5 other subs hoping for a cameo appearance for your opposition, but they didn't even need me in goal. I gave up and went home. I guess the Superbowl bought everyone out early. Part of what changed my mind (in addition to there being 5 other blokes waiting on the sidelines) was my observation that B3 were by far the stronger of the two teams and I didn't fancy chasing around after lost causes (because lets face it, running after a winning cause is hardly my strongpoint).

But you lost? And conceded 5 goals?

In the previous game, B7 managed a 3-1 win, although I cannot claim any goals or assists. There's a gap opening up there.........

James was on a romantic mission in the City of Angels.
2/09/2007 6:50 AM
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