Friday's have frequently been found to be frivilous with many men standing around surreptitiously aiming at urinals. But this Friday was full of fun and far from frivilous. With five fit men on each team a game of glorious football was played.
Tradition tells us that things that try to start on time don't. True to form, today tried to start on time but didn't. With the late arrival of Barclay and Mickey, things took off at a time not set in stone.
The scoreline to this terrific game is terribly irrelevant. The two teams totally tried to tally goals with determined defence, magnificent midfield maneuvers and superb strikes. It just so happens that the winners goal keeping was a little better.
With the welcome return of Ormo, Hill and Clod, this Friday's adventure looks set to repeat itself in the near future... probably on another Friday.
I'm afraid that I am going to have to stop this unspoken spiel of perfect spelling because I have forgotten everything about the gorgeous game that occurred on the field of foot. More disturbing, though, is the fact that I have used almost every word beginning with 'f' that I know... oh, except that one shouted loudly by Farc more than once.
Winners
The new man Mickey for being our number ten man and for playing some quality football!