Liquid Football

Recently, this leather tankard owning blogster, has earned a reputation as a late comer. This is rather undeserved and my better half will adamantly attest to my consistency for being on time or premature! The forthcoming ejaculation of text will represent two blogs in a row for me and this it seems is the penalty for arriving late.

I at least was not alone in appearing at 5.30. Dan was eqaully tardy and so it was that we manifest on the pitch with the score at 1 up for the colours. Dan added his skills to the colours while I donned a bib and joined the greens.

In stark contrast to wednesday's game the structure of the teams and calibre of passing was at a functional level. In fact, moments of wonderous passing were evident from the Greens. Billy at his humble best played down his part in a magnificent pass that split the colours defence and had Lorenzo sprinting after the ball. Beautifully placed, the ball had just a fraction too much pace for a finish.

For the colours, Guy gave an imperious display that was only marred by his routine hobbling by Taha. Piers was maintaining his well earned reputation as a defensive midfielder. With Shaughen at right back he was given some freedom to venture forth and get stuck into the advacing colours. Scott at the back was a legend. He was reading the game like it was a Peter and Jane book and seemed to head every ball that came in back out to the middle of the pitch.

Fraser seemed to be roaming at will but always managed to appear in the right place at the right time. He had attempts on goal and also furnished his team mates with some wonderfully crafted passes. I personally benefitted from a resplendant pass that resulted in a very rare left footed flick into the net. It was a beauty of a goal but I should counter it with my effort at a free. In moment akin to a Dave Clifford corner I aimed for a perfectly positioned Fraser but sent the ball miles beyond anyone. Fraser I'm sorry I could not return the favour of a glorious pass.

The key man up front for the Greens was Zac. His wizardly skills conjoured many goals that saw the greens win by 4 goals. It's been a while since I recall a convinving win by any team but friday's game became one sided.

So what went wrong? The colours had great players. Geir, the Norse God of Passing and Midfield Marshall of the Valhalla 11, seemed to be passing the ball into the box with ease but the finishing touch was not their. Sometimes of course Scott was their rebuking any such deliveries into the box. Rich, the Scarlet Pimpernel of soccernight, usually stalks the pitch, elusively evading defenders and scoring fabulous goals but tonight's game was different. He was seen on the wings trying to turn provider rather than being the finisher. Dan the newcomer has quickly earned a reputation for talent. His crowning moment was a fabulous headed goal from a corner, I think. It went straight to the top corner.

I'm not sure what went wrong. Admittedly the greens looked at sea for a while after I joined the game at 5.30 but somehow the dynamic changed and people were continually finding and occupying spaces as they observed them. they filled gaps left by the fellow team mates that ventured forward. Fluid football and it seemed to work.

Given time the Colours would have found there way and would have brought an even stronger contest.

No matter. The history books will record one thing: The greens won by 4 goals.