Another day, another Nam. As the napalm settled over the rolling hills of Antrim and the sentries peeked up over their fox holes, things were just about getting back to normal. The gooks had retreated to the Braidwater embankment after another heavy night of counter-offensive foreplay. Chinooks and Little Birds where humming overhead bringing in much needed ammunition. This was the 5th time in the past 7 days the skinny's had attacked... it was gonna be another heady day in the trenches...
... Faron wakes up... on his Nokia "best phone EVER" 6100 it says... fooseball in 30mins, aaiieee!
Just when the cheerleaders where leaving the field to a round of applause the Slayers strutted on like a man who has been constipated for 8 days and has just found the laxitive and on his way to the little boys' room. Expectation was high after a previous three weeks successful slaying on and off the pitch. Once the twins of distruction arrived it was gung-ho! LETS SLAY...
Dee, piece, guv, phil and jeff pitted their wits and tight bants against the might of ficholness, jonay, faronacle, marcus and pierre.
Things were keen from the off but fortunately not as Keane as assualting a 16 year old kid... although the 16 year old of Jeff done his best at assaulting everyone else. The Foreign Legion sped towards a quick 5-2 lead, even before Jonay could utter MOTHER FUVENER!
The Viet Minh retaliated like a d-day invasion on the Normandy beaches and got back into contention at 8-8. Dee and Phil were playin Ruud "sexy football" Guillet with onlookers bemused... were pete and dee really wearing the same shirts and on different teams?!
Ficholfun and Jonay "where the fuv is my camera faron?!" Jonay were one two-ing it like a dog on heat having a go on someone's leg. Mark was keeping it water tight at the back like a big dam in wet season and pierre was adjusting his bandana. Finally faron came back from a two year absense of form and turned on the goal scoring charm, lets hope it lasts til next Monday.
A spurt (STEADY) of goals raised the awareness of the Viet Minh like a six month £20 million advertising campaign of free beer in Dublin. Piece was overcome with emotion at the back and Guv was struggling to interact with Jeff who was too busy running blind into the corners.
In the end it was as comfortable as a Deluxe Slumberland with 50% discount at Homebase.
Winners - Faron "baron is back...", Jonay "where's my fuvving famera...", nichol "gone AWOL from next week", pierre "von trick-a-lot" and mark "where is last week's report!"
Losers - Dee "AC", Phil"off to uni now, how unfortunate", Guv "ill stop reffering to you as FUVENER...sorry i done it again", Piece "party may stop around me but never in my head" and jeff "got a bit of a slaggin in this report but everyone does once in a while...bit of banter"
This week's pole goes to the one and only Davide "Off To Pastures New" Nichol. A tear shall be shed at next week's Slayfest with the slayers' flag at half mast, in honour, as a slayer gone ATU (away to uni).