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Without knowing the score you can always tell how we’re doing based on the volume and direction of Little Fingers vocal utterances. Maybe not utterances, more frantic cries of despair and abuse - at his own team mates. Apparently not being on the end of one of his immaculate passes is a heinous crime. So is having a breather after sprinting the length of the field, twice. What is not a heinous crime is dilly dallying on the ball whilst Bran makes a surging run and so when Little Fingers pass is duly dispatched Bran is offside. Bran's fault since “..you ran too fast..”. Obvious really.

With our keeper missing it was time for the short straws as to who gets to put in a shift between the sticks. Bran did a spell in goal and, as befitting of someone who has mobility issues, we were soon 2- 0 down. After being replaced by Dr Evil, 4- 0 quickly followed, however at halftime it was 4 - 1.

Bran did get an assist, unfortunately it was to pass the ball to the Giroud-esque forward on the other team who duly buried it on the way to the aforementioned 4 -1 halftime scoreline. This was one of 3 goals Bran was involved in, for the other team.

Things got better in the second half when we got it to 4- 2 which then became 5 - 2. Much skill and endeavor saw us get another for 5 - 3 and with the game now turning in our favor we promptly let in another goal for make it 6 - 3, then 7 -3. Get Out!

We’re giving Little-Fingers vocal score a resounding 7 out of 10 (but we’re aiming for 1 out of 10).

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