In Terminator they called it "Judgement Day", in Lord Of The Rings they called it "The Return Of The King", in Slayfest terms we called it Guv, Clod, John, Hill & Mark VERSUS Piece, Samuel, Pritchard, Pierre & Faron. Forget the Olympics, forget Euro 2004, you can even forget Mark still buying his chinee from the Furama when he knows fine rightly the Ho Wah is the best chinee but is too proud to admit it. Legends were not rewritten last night, oh no. They were born!
Their relentless attacks proved as fruitless as a big bowl of bread in the desert. The Trojans were looking good on the counter and with Pierre "Prince Hector" Pete ably backed by Samuel "Paris" Prince of Troy and Party "King Prium" Boy. Pritchard was proving a thorn in the Greeks side with his steady defense like that of a sedementary rock on steriods playing the banjo. Faron "Faronite" Baron looked on from the rampacts i.e. between the sticks.
A 6-2 lead by the Trojans opened up like a can of whoop ass in the faces of the Greeks. The Trojans were looking good... actually, they were looking arrogant. Pritchard "Argentina Shirt" Carlos Tevez even had time to go back to Sub-Gay and prepare after-battle Subs for both teams. This may have been the turning point as the the Greeks turned the tide and sailed towards a tense finale.
Clod "Wasn't That Tackle Of Faron Great?!" Clean Tackle sent his Trojan Horse (STEADY) towards the oppossing nets and with Pritchard "Lost My Glasses" Buggered Now being able to see jack-all they sneaked a few sneaky ones through the back door. In fact, they scored a few more but I've forgotten what they were like. Yes, I know it was last night but its 9:07am now, I should still be in bed.
At 11-8 (or was it 11-9...?) things were looking poor for Pierre "Van" Baston and co. Some great play leveled play like a big digger tonka truck at 12-12 and with a minute left things were getting tight and that was just Party Boy's bants. FUVENER played it slong with seconds remaining and Mark "Where Did I Pop Up From?" About To Score hit a great volley to clinch the victory the world had been waiting for, for the last three thousand... six hundred... seconds.
Winners - Clod "Claudius" Cloud, Guv "Dont think he like FUVENER" Fuv, Rik "I played class, nothing to do with the bird watching" Showing Off, John "serious" Person, Mark "Golden Goal" Boy
Losers - Samuel "off to climb Slemish" College, Pritch "Blind cos gleeks" Broken, Faron "Too many shots blocked" Stop Blocking my Shots, Part "y" Boy, Pierre "Silky Moves" Boy
Pritchard for saving so many shots and taking people out while being B.I.A (Blind In Action).