Sick As A Parrot

We're all waiting for Martins review of todays game and while we wait here's a video from one of our previous games. Try to spot Martin, Phil, James and Big Ron. Enjoy!

Eyes as big as saucers and probably salivating to boot. I'm talking about First Touch Phil and I need to set the scene... We had no league games this weekend on account of it being Easter but there was a rolling pickup game. The pickup game lasts about 4 hours with about a minute break every 20 minutes for people to sub in or out. We normally play 4 or 5 of the 20 minute segments and Martin had elected to go in goal for one of them. Phil was on the opposing team and turned into a marauding centre forward once he saw Martin between the sticks. There was a two on two situation with Jinksy , I think, flying down the left wing - past our right back and me tracking Phil in the centre. The ball is crossed perfectly and I reckon Phil was already to wheel away in a goal celebration as he got in front of me. Martin stood in goal like a stunned mullet. First Touch, normally so reliable, blew it completely and ball continued it's merry way to the other side of the pitch where upon I coll...

My game scaled new heights this morning. Those heights being somewhere near the bottom of barrel. You reach those heights after stumbling through total uncoordination , by-passing reading the game and taking a quick stop at misdirected passes totally stuffing up your teammates. It's a one way trip but caught early enough detours can be put in place. My remedy is to get off the field - smartish like. The technical term is 'having a mare' and I was having it bad. When I did come off we were 2 - 1 down and in what seemed like total disarray at the back. Martin got the assist for our goal so that gave him license to bellow at everyone else who committed the mortal sin of not reading his mind. I reckon the ball should be spread wide, he wants to play it through the middle. So I tear off down the wing and watch the inch perfect passes get threaded through the middle to the opposing defenders. Nice. The morning started well enough and Martin and I were in high spirits with the t...