Like the spartans at thermophylae the greens tonight were outnumbered. However, unlike those valiant loosers of ancient legend the greens wrote themselves into the annals of footballing folklore through wizardry worthy of Dumbledore's army.
Initially the conflict was a stalemate with both sides unwilling to forge ahead and take the lead. This tense and intrasigent scoreline was brutally destroyed by the infamous Davidus Clifford. This first goal, like Dave's eggs in the morning, was poached. Goal poaching is trade mark Davidus but thankfully for the greens his new diet regime restricts him to two poached items a day. Being supremely disciplined Davidus embarked a prolific display of goal line clearances. The exemplar amongst the myraid opporunities was the immaculately executed step over, back heel flick on the greens left hand side post which skimmed the bar to yield a goal kick. A lesser mortal would have performed a simple side foot finish but Davidus dreams of glories penned on parchment and sung in songs. This of course will happen though those singing will be of the green persuasion!
The Green Titans comprised of Richus Genius, Barrius Legendius, Joe-ius Imperious, Darrius Immaculatus. We worked harder than we should have in the initial skirmishes but the structure was well maintained. Barrius was formidable at the back. He quelled countless breaks from the colours and his flurries forward drew in the opposition before a strategically placed delivery to a green assailant. Even with early onset fatigue in some greens there was a hunger to receive the ball. Joe-ius was eager to run past all defenders and his delivers unlucky not to have someone on the end of them. In some superb solo runs our comrade sculpted goals that kept the greens in touch with the numerically superior colours.
Richus displayed a consistently high standard. His constant talent, like our semmingly steadfast sun, is prone to flares. These orange explosions of genius dazzled all. In three consecutive touches he manufactured superlative passes. The third and final was a long range pass for a memorable goal.
For my part I remember bending over alot and saying, "I'm wrecked". The recruitment of two new protagonists vastly improved the dynamics of the game and with Lukas Whoisheus the greens had a little less running to do.
I've attached a team photo of the green's but unfortunately the camera had a filter on it so green looks red. I also attached a forthcoming biography based on Davidus' career on the pitch!
At the end of the conflict the greens were comfortable winners despite allowing the colours some easy goals in the last gasps of the contest.
Since history is written by the victors I can unabashedly state for proterity that the colours were illiterate, savages with a penchant for pressing their minimal reproductive equipment against opposition bottoms. The were also of questionable personal hygiene and family lineage, voted for George Bush (despite not being American), consider faeces a condiment to most meals, think England won the world cup in 1066 and when asked their favourite Eurovision Song Contest winner they didn't mention the Irish Legend, Johnny Logan!
In the implausible event that the losing colours have access to modern technology and get a friend to read this blog, I would implore them to dictate their grunting monosyllabic retorts to the same aforementioned friend such that a war of words can commence.
