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101st Airbourne 2 - S.S. Troops 1

October 25th 2004, Antrim Forum


Reporter in the sky flying overhead in a chinook: Timmy O'Toole

Many thought it could not be done. Indeed, scientists themselves (even the more sceptical) believed it was impossible, realists laughed, politicians lied that it could happen, army chiefs thought such a strategy was suicide and of course trade unions would have demanded increased wages and pension schemes... but, yes, 14 Slayers were present and 7-a-side is now a very real occurance... and I will now end this sentence as it is far too long and a full stop is required.

To mention all those playing would take me not just too long but to try and write enough stuff around them would take too much trying to write crap... and crap is sometimes very hard to write. Anyhow here goes...

All Slayers had appeared by 8:05/10pm and teams were ensembled in both halves. It didn't matter if some were late because some bints were takin up valuable fooseball space... they were lucky Slayer hatred was not poured out on them and had their asses whooped off the pitch!

"It is football... just not as we know it."
Baron, "Borrowed McDonalds", 25.10.04
Everything was nearly in place... but there was a stirring in my bants. No it wasnt my chinee/Hagen Daz combo coming back to haunt me... although that would have been better than having to wait 10 minutes for Farcly "i'm late" Farcicidal. Thankfully the 101st withstood heavy barrages from the S.S. Troop's 88s. Play was almost professional from both sides. 30 minutes gone and no goals but lots of action and fast 'n furious play. Baring "football player previously known as Trooper" Ball dazzled all by his trickery and tom foolery. After hiding Party Boy's work clothes (all 2 square inches of them) in Joe's jacket pockets without him noticing he got back into the game and had a few good efforts forced off the line. Farcly, Feetch "yes, i think that was a pink footie shirt you were wearing" O Dear and Faron "report genious" Head Up Own Arse all had half chances to open the account like Mr Abramovich going down to his local Abbey and asking for a current account and an ISA please.

S.S. Troops had the better perentage of possession at 56.43% by half time, which was not signalled in any way by a whistle of time stoppage... Slayer's dont stop for such things as "half time"... only gay players who get paid to play do that. However the S.S. couldn't infiltrate jack and chances were usually stifled by Joe "I can play football AND rugby" Multitasking.

Scoring was finally under way with somebody putting the ball in the net... I know... there was only three goals scored and I can only remember who scored one... because I was in nets and had it put past me. Almost sure Farcly put one in... I think. If one wasn't enough we made sure that two was! Another nice move was slotted home like a finely tuned piece of Japanese engineering.

The S.S. finally established themselves within the game and pressed forward like they were squezing fresh orange juice. Hugh "faction man" Pizza nearly went A.W.O.L. into the side hoardings (or shanty town type subs benches) but got a quick EVAC again to the field of play.

With a 2-0 lead the 101st should have soaked up the pressure like an industrial sized yellow sponge, however in true Slayer spirit they left Mark "where are the other defenders" On Your Own to mark two S.S. and Dee as predicted put one in to make it 2-1. And that is how it ended... til the next Slayfest...

Teams

Winners (101st Airbourne)

Losers (S.S. Troops)

Party Piece Pole of Achievement

Goes to Trooper... the youngest Slayer in history.