Sonic BOOM !

It was cold.    Baltic.     Brass monkeys.

But we're the Foxes ... and nothing stops us. 
So we bustled on over to the Sonics ground for another taste of football inspired warfare.

We had one team ready due to a lack of numbers : Kione, George, Ned, Raymonde, Connie, Kaylen, Max, Ed and Harry.

And we were off ! The first match was end to end, a hard fought battle, this was clearly the Golden boys' A team and they meant business ! 

Wallop ! 5 minutes in and it was 1-0 to them !

But we're a hardy bunch, and in a characteristic one man charge from Max, probably shouting, "passing is for losers !" he blasted past a few defenders and evened the score.

1-1 ! Game on !

We'd ruffled their feathers, they were on the back foot. Suddenly, a charge from George, on hiatus from time spent canoodling an odd shaped ball, lead to a powerful shot that 'glanced' off one of the Sonics and ta daaaa ! 

2-1 to the Foxes  ! Get in there !!!!

However, this was their A team after all, and our boys may have been tiring ... Unfortunately, the Sonics managed to pull back another 2 goals just before the end and nipped the game in the dying minutes.

3-2 Sonics ...

A fantastic game ! But let's not talk about that ....

Up step the Sonic's second set of hedgehogs for a prickly Foxy reception.
Our boys were warmed up this time and eager for another slice of the action.

But first, disaster ! Neerij's boots had somehow shrunk during the first game to the size of 2 small acorns, his feet were cold and stinging and he had to retire early.

The team held fast, with Ed strong and resolute in net, and Harry , Connie, Ned and Kaylen guarding our half, we managed to stop all the attacks coming our way. Kione and George were holding the front line, pouncing on every pass. Harry, always untiring, is a problem for the opposition wherever he plays. 
But from nowhere came a surge down the wing from Connie in defence ! Running the full length of the pitch meant if he could just cross it into the box, we had a chance for glory.

He took it, It was inch perfect. And George met it. 
He said a simple "Hello, how'd you like to meet the back of the net ?" .. and Coolio Iglesias, we were one nil up !

2 goals already for George after his 11 match ban. Let's hope the rugby world forget they ever knew him.

Half time beckoned, and unfortunately a bit of a goalkeeper fracas led to one of our less experienced players stepping up and squeezing into the goalie jersey ! 
This was going to be tricky, Raymonde could only just get his head through the jersey's neck.

Unfortunately, until he managed to get the hang of it, one of the sonics bundled a goal into the back of the net.

1-1. 

Time to beef things up at the back ..."Kaaaaaaylen ! You're back on !"

Raymonde got into it and came into his own, saving a few shots. Kaylen was everywhere at once, a moving man mountain chasing down the ball. He clears it to Kione, whose football brain was alive and well. Head up, he sees his chance and passes it to Max, Max tears down the right wing, George just ahead of him in the box. 
2 defenders bear down on Max, the crowd gasp,  'oh no,' they cry, 'there's no way he'll get past them, and (apparently) he never passes ! ' ...

... the ball floats from Max's foot, over their heads, a glorious cross ... time seems to slow to half speed , George, bounding towards it like a short, blonde gazelle, leaps and gently taps it into the net with the lightest and most exquisite of touches ! 

3 goals to george ... 2-1 to the FOXES !!!!

The crowd go wild , the coaches hug, and in almost perfect synchronicity, check their watches and beg for the ref to call an end to the game  !

A few minutes later, he does ... we're back baby, we're back.

Oh poo, it's Rockleaze next ...