It's about 300 Spartans fighting the might of a million Persians with ingenuity, bravery and incredible skill.
Well, that was like the Foxes against the mighty Rockleaze on the 15th December.
Now, I can only talk for the Blue Foxes, for that is all I saw, but it was a couple of matches strewn with incident and excitement !
| RED : | Ned, Raymond, Harry, Ben L,Aran, Conrad, Neerij, Arthur |
| BLUE: | Ed, Lawrence, Seb, Kaylen, Max, Kione, Danny, Gabriel |
We had players telling us they weren't turning up ( 5 minutes after kick off was supposed to have started ) , we had a player taken home by his agent before the games had finished (so when a crucial substitution was needed, he was nowhere to be found), we had a Tevez style refusal to play half way through a match, and we had a player declare that he was going to play for Rockleaze instead next year.
All very exciting, and very unexpected in Year 4 footie !
So, the Blues kicked off and started a rough and ready game. Lots of pushing and shoving on both sides until BOOOOM ! BOOOM !
The Rockers were 2 nil up by half time.
Seb's dad, Chris, saw Max stomp off and kick a few goalposts and strolled over to have a word in his ear while I rallied the rest of the troops for the second half. "Don't worry," I said, "these guys are very good, so just treat this as training. A bit of practice."
No chance. Second half the boys were on fire !! And whatever Chris De Carlo said to Max worked wonders . BOOM BOOM !! 2 goals from the skinny fella.
( chris later told me he'd told Max to score 3 goals in the second half, so I hope he wasn't disappointed ...)
2-2 ...
Then, DISASTER STRUCK ! A gentle nudge from one of the foxes, sent a Rocker spilling to the floor.
"REFEREEEEEE !" The Rockleaze coach screamed, "HE PUSHED HIM OVER !!!"
"Okay," I said meekly, looking slightly surprised, "If you like ?!" ... and blew my whistle for a free kick.
( Wearing my Santa hat as ref obviously hadn't purveyed the friendly nature I was hoping for the game )
So Rockleaze tee-ed up ... and WALLOP ! The free kick was in the back of our net.
3-2 Rockleaze ...
"Oh poo" I whispered under my breath.
The game then entered what will now be affectionately known as 'brommy time'.
And in the 'final second' of Brommy Time, Kione ran the whole length of the field and scored an equalizer that, if anyone was unsure before, would be fully convinced now that the ref wasn't entirely impartial ...
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS !!"
3-3
"PEEEEEEP !! " The whistle blew, "Game over everyone , Happy Christmas !!"
... and that was just the first game ...
The second game was a little tougher. Our sub had been taken home by his agent for an important photo shoot for the school magazine (maybe), and we had one little fox who got so upset, he just didn't want to play anymore. Bless his dad, who managed to bribe/cajole/promise the earth to get him back on, meant we had a little fight back to get the score back to 5-3 after a proper footie battle. Seb and Kaylen were tireless in their pursuit of the ball, Lawrence's big clearances saved us on numerous occasions, Ed, as always, was dominating, skilful and fearless in goal, and Gabe , our lone striker, piled on the pressure every chance he got.
Max and Kione repeated their scoring partnership from the first match, but a big pat on the back goes out to the whole team, Rockleaze are fearsome opponents and we battled like warriors who thought they could defeat a million Persians.
Well done boys. These guys are the Empire, and altogether we scored 7 goals against them.
We should rename ourselves "The Westbury Park Ewoks" ...
(That's a nerdy Star Wars joke, your kids will get it ...)
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