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Cataraqui III 1 vs Bentley Windows LCFC II 5
well folks sorry its late, here goes on the second (non- censored) belgrano game report, it wont be long but it will be sort of truthful.
it was a balmy monday evening at catons one, billy's belgrano were fielding and understength (no not their normal side) team, they were playing the top rated, unbeaten and nay i say fit as f--k, team, their name escapes this reporter but who really cares.
the game started before we actually realized that the midfield of peter(take your time ) jenkins, alan (did i really just say that?)doyle and warren (touchie) tuttie had a combined age higher than the whole opposition put together, their oldest player was about ten years old ,a mature ten though. the game had a frantic flow with the kids throwing everything they had at the belgranos and us with our years of experience absorbing the pressure.
once again mark (the wall) pizzinato was at the top of his game, (well i'll be blowed, ive just discovered i can listen to itunes at the same time as filing this report, yes i am not up with all this technology,) as i was saying" the wall "was great in this game . on a number of breakaways he stunned the opposition with terrific one hand saves, he stalked the box like a t-rex(but with much longer arms) and kept the wolves from the door. the half went on along time, thank god half the team wears depends.
lets get to the best bit of the first half, dave (to be or not to be) bakhurst took a pass about ten yards from the opposition box and with a marker entow He hit a shot , i think with the outside of his foot, that was thing of sheer beauty. poets have long written about things such as this goal, if this goal was a woman it would be an amalgamation of helen of troy, angelina jolie and with a little bit of bet lynch thrown in for those who like their woman trashy. if henry thourox had been watching he would have said" well i'll be buggered that was a goal and a half". the belgranos had stunned the enemy, and took a one- nil lead in at the half.
the second half came all to soon, the other team had obviously made adjustments at the half, they took the field with a glint in their eyes and lead in their pencils and guess who they were going to write too? they eventually ran out 5-1 winners, they went through our defence like 10 pints of lager and an iffy vindaloo on a saturday night, but the belgranos played with spirit till the end, just like the great northen railway we ran out of steam, we all decided to go down the pub and talk about what could have been and how the next game would be better. the other team had their mums pick them up as they had to be in bed before ten.
the only low point of the game would be that poor christine bakhurst would have to listen to dave tell her about his goal for 8 hours on the plane to england and then for the entire trip, good luck christine from all the belgranos, look on the bright side though christine, he only scores once every few year so let him have his moment of glory!!! see ya soon folks
alan doyle
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