| "Take
me home Market Road to the place I belong...to see the Reds play
and defeat Brunswick, take me home Market Road" Rob sang
tunefully as he skipped upto Thursday night's game holding his
precious signed photo of his hero John Denver. |
| Once
again it was all change for the reds with more players out of
position than the Everton backline against Arsenal the previous
night. The team lined up as follows |
GK
Rob
LB Marrs
CB Dom
CB Mark
RB Matt G
LM Matty
CM Jim Mc
CM Rogers
RM Paul T
CF Ben
CF Rich
Bench: Paul F, Irish Pete |
| As
the Reds kicked off there was a definite end of season feel to
the game - with the Reds already promoted and the sun shining.
Despite this the Reds started brightly and had Brunswick camped
in their own penalty area as they displayed true professionalism
chasing down every ball as if promotion depended on it! |
| After
chances went a begging the Reds finally broke the deadlock - with
Paul T 'slamming' in his first Reds goal pouncing on a loose ball
following Jims rasping left footed strike...everyone assembled
expected the floodgates to open however this was not the case.
Brunswick if nothing else are a honest hard working team and they
continued to battle away despite seeing very little of the ball. |
| Predictably
the frustration of the evening got to the reds and their game
quickly went downhill. Rogers was flapping about wearing his size
13 trainers unable to perform his usual stepovers and turns whilst
the majority of the team appeared to be already applying the factor
5 on the beach - personally (Match reporter Marrs) was enjoying
staring at fake breasts on the beach in Monaco, whilst in contrast
Jim Mc was enjoying a relaxing break with his French wife Isabelle
in Southern Italy who sadly spoiled things by insisting they have
a detailed conversation about starting a family'...elsewhere Mark
and Rob were nervously proposing to their respective ladies on
a no expense spared romantic trip to Torquay - or the English
Riviera as they call it. With so much going on it was no wonder
that the Reds failed to add to there one goal lead. HT 1.0. Halftime
saw Ben replaced by Irish Pete - who slotted into midfield with
Rogers moving upfront. |
| The
second half saw the Reds serve up a mixed diet of quite brilliant
and quite awful football. Chances were missed at either end before
Brunswick forced a scrappy equaliser. Unhappy with what was on
show the reds mascot Will took himself on in a keenly fought game
of 'slam'...which after a titanic battle Will eventually won.
In search of an equaliser Paul came on for Matty. The Reds duly
picked up the pace in search of the winner and this eventually
arrived when Jim Mc played a sublime ball across to the far post
where 'Paul T' was again on hand to apply the finish. |
| Brunswick
continued to battle - and only a goal line clearance from Match
Reporter Marrs and a professional foul from his northern housemate
Mark kept the score line 2-1. So in conclusion it was far from
a classic performance from the Reds - but as many pundit has said
in the past "playing badly and winning" - "that's
the sign of a good team." |
After
match Action down at Rosie's... It was a strong turnout at Rosie's
with Manager Al, Paul T, Jim Mc, Will,
Matt G, Dom, Mark and Marrs. |
| However
things got off to a bad start when Jim Mc heartlessly broke the
brakes on Will's racer bike...as an act of revenge Will then wiped
his willy on Jim's jacket when he wasn't looking. Things then
went from bad to worse for Jim Mc when he the barmaid taking one
look at his shirt pointed to the 'travellers not allowed' sign
over the bar and told him to sling his hook. Thankfully for Jim
manager Al rescued the situation and he was allowed to stay... |
| As
per usual the pints flowed as did the banter - however this week
there was a slight disruption as the 'Vulcan' took centre stage
and served up a medical treat to avoid Mark getting blood on his
new C&A suit trousers...sadly when the banter did restart
focus turned to Dennis' sexual activity when he was 'staying'
in a mental institute a few years ago - for those of you who haven't
heard this tale - you're the lucky ones. |
| Once
again before you could mutter the words "no way Steve's been
dumped already" it was lock in time as the 11 inch thick
curtains were drawn closed...now I don't want to be blamed for
a stampede on a scale last seen at the Edmonton IKEA but I do
recall having a conversation with Rosie's No 1 landlady Kathy
(don't worry Tom I'm not stepping on your toes this was purely
a business conversation) and if memory serves me correct in the
near future we'll be receiving not only the usual sandwiches but
also...both the 'never ending' sausages and the crispy roast potatoes
- happy days. |
|
As the requests for further pints were declined
- all that remained was for Matt to develop his customary hiccups
and to pay a quick visit to the chippy opposite. Impatiently
waiting for a taxi as our chips got cold Paul T attempted to
force his way into a random car that he presumed was a taxi...thankfully
our taxi duly arrived however Paul T continued to entertain
providing the most impressive array of swearing ever witnessed
South of Glasgow - after somebody mentioned Paul Connell he
retorted: "f*ck me that c*nt can hit a fu*king ball - the
c*nt certainly stays fu*king hit - fu*king quality" |
On
that bombshell folks - goodbye and god bless. |
