"Where for art thou Sting-Ray?" That was the cry from the slayers last nite prior to kick-off. They could not believe that their most reliable mute could go AWOL. It was like Spar-Man turning up with no hair on his chest!
Thankfully thy Slayests had a young reservist waitin to step in and restore peace. Young Troop "Pastel Coloured" Boy was on hand to makes things four-a-piece.
Featch, Rodderick and Mache were still waiting for the Ray Miester to show when the final whistler blew, but in the end he was not needed. During all this the opposition were confident of slaying to the extreme with a strong side consisting of Piece "of the action" Man, J "Gym Junkie" J, Marcus "only fell over once tonight" I and Jeff "what kind of football shirt am i wearing!?" Nutcase.
With temperatures cold enough to store body parts for future use all slayers wrapped up warm with the fashionable "tea-cosys" being sported by half of the players. Play was tight all round though none tighter than Spar "im only wearing a t-shirt" Man's nips, those bad boys could have cut diamonds. Unfortunately for his team tho he was as blunt as Rod's bald head at cuttin thru the winner's defense.
The score was close till half time (which i am deciding was about this time). 8 goals a piece...
Early in the second (or what was in reality a continuation of the first) half the Parton's strove ahead and at one stage were four goals to the good. The Mixtures had enough and Mache came out of nets after being thumped on the head he came to his senses and realised that Rodderick was no better out than in. Great play all round from Troop "check me out" eR and Featch "lets waste these blouses" Slayette set up a tense finale. Things were all square at 18-18 but after some down-right filthy tackling the Mixtures squeezed it out at the end and put Spartacus & Co to the sword.
Mixtures: Featch, Rod, Tim, Pastel
Parton: JJ, MI "5", SP, Shawless