Cataraqui Soccer Club

Cataraqui III 1 vs Nooners 5

here we go again............... the belgrano pylons  vrs the nooners

it was a balmy monday night at catons, the b.b.ps. were resplendant in their shirts of glimmering(some might say girlie boy)blue as they took the field against the big, bad nooners, the tone for the game was set when their center forward took the field(you all know the guy, he normally wears the headband that prevents concussion),if thats not bad enough the bloke has his hair done in braids, just like bo derek, now i know iam one to talk about srcewed up hair but come on, get real! but i digress.

mel was a no show for the goalkeeper spot at the start to the game so the everdependable mark(he of the -3 mile an hour shot against the rangers)pizzanato started in goal

the two backs of brian (dr death) docarty,and john(no really, iam not as old as i look! can i play mid- field, billy) were put upon in the first 20 mins but coped very well and kept a clean sheet, the mid two of barry(weres the beer)cave and conor( getting stronger every game)doyle were targeted from the kick off and had a torid time against the strong nooner offense, but did not yeild, now i know this reporter is slightly biased, but i thought conor(can you buy me new boots dad?)doyle was very strong in this game

lets get to the mid- field, pete(taking his time to get ready) jenkins warren(the wifes gone for two weeks) or as he,s known at the toucan "the eight hourman" tuttie, alan(get youre bloody hair cut)doyle and brian(the bullet)(well he should be shot)dodo tried to move forward at every opportunity, but were more often than not forced back against their will (sort of like billy and barrys hairline)

rob lusink was one of our forwards, robs speed was a bit off, we dont know whether its due to the lingering dutch elm injury or the new prostethic leg he,s had fitted(when you watch him ,see if you can guess which one it is?) .we went in at the half 1-0 down.

the second half started in a different vein, the bbps. were playing like men posessd or reposessed, the play was moving back and forth until warran(touchie)tuttie scored what might be the goal of the season(sorry dave bakhurst), when he chipped the goalie from about 40yards out. george lovell played forward, gammy leg and all, after 2 mins on the field he recieved a great through pass from alan doyle and  had so much time he could have had a wa-k and smoke, but he could not convert.

young danny played forward and almost made it through a couple of time but was unlucky. then came the mad 10 mins and they scored more often than rob macdonald with his hand in a giant box of tim-bits, they scored 4 times in 10 mins and the fat lady began to sing.

the score in no way was reflective of the closeness of the game. the bbps had been battered but not broken and so onto  valhalla

alan doyle