‘Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…..’. It’s strange how much the goings ons’ at our beloved Spurs is mirrored by the going ons with our very own team in HK. Upper tier Management confused and in dissaray? Check. Porous back four with injury and waistline problems? Check. Skillful attackers not yet firing on all four cylinders? Check. Fancy dan midfield full of flicks and tricks, yet not really providing the cutting edge we need? Check. Some players spending too much time in the showers, soaping and lathering each other whilst staring into each others eyes until it gets too much for them and both burst into tears? Check and check again. After match refuelinng of the body problems? Check.
The evening had not started well, there was a call from James10 to arrive early so we could get warmed up and organised, which sadly fell on deaf ears. When people did rock up, they were greeted with scenes akin to the Nuremburg rally. People had gathered to see some guy imploring people to change their ways and worship a higher power. And then there was the Billy Graham thing as well (did you see what I did there?).
The team formed up, limbs were stretched, joints were put back in place, magical elixirs were rubbed in and the whistle blew. To be honest, we looked quite good, once we took our time and played the measured ball we could get places. The hopeful punts were kept to a minimum and after 15 mins or so we should have been at least 2 up. Spirits were still high, belief flowed through the team like soap suds flowing down someones thighs as they have a shower. How come we weren’t winning? Alas and alack, our wastefullness in front of goal would cost us in the long run.
Just like Spurs, a defensive mix up (he was a frickkin’ mile offside) led to Sam’s Soldiers taking the lead before halftime. Heads drooped like daffodils in a wet Thursday rainstorm by the A6 just outside Abergevenny. James10 rallied the troops, we knew we could do this and lawks a lawdy, a few minutes into the second half we equalised. James added to his steadily growing collection of goals. Game on you mo fo, we are the Spurs boys and we are gonna do ya. 1-1
So, into the last 5 mins and it was 3-1 to them, you’d have to put it down to the usual SpursinHK weakness of changes in postion when subs come on and off, people didn’t know their place or if the person behind them was going to pass to them or go for a reach-a-round.
Legs, arms, protuberances in general in were tiring, but somehow Craig smacked an absolute pearler in. We really felt we could do it, but the lights went out, which is usually the sign of a sexy funtime in my house. However it was game over. Still, we should of won, we trooped off for hot showers or cold beers and looked forward to the next game.
This reporter just feels we need to relax a little. We have the skill to do well, just play the simple ball and move. Ah well, bless you all, especially Tiny Tim (Or James10 as he is otherwise known).
