The Young Ones

Once again the wrinklies tried their hand against the babes. Once again the olds took the game by the scruff of the neck and went two up early on. The young ones were reeling, there was no direction, no creation, no drive or passion. Young Tim Henery at the back was bemoaning his team's lack of direction and management.

Out of the blue the young ones managed to steal a goal and BAM they were back in the match. Tim left his post in defence and turned into creative midfielder extraordinaire, jinking past old tired legs and floating in balls from the left midfield. The olds defence was being breached again and again and slowly but surely the young ones (darlin' we're the young ones) forged a three goal lead.

The olds did manage to score a few more and thanks to sheer hard work and perseverance finally dragged the match back to just a one goal deficit. Overall this was a thoroughly enjoyable (but very wet) game, quite evenly matched and very good natured with few (if any) disagreements over decisions.

Well played to the young ones and enjoy your victory (for you won't be the young ones very long)