Samedi RV 5 - LXG 1
The LXG boys gathered at the park meeting place at the ungodly hour of 11am and were not looking too sharp. If we were already dazed then, we were almost knocked out by the overpowering smell of death in our prison cell of a changing room. This was soon compounded by the King of Scotland's distinctive deep heat "oh de toilet".
Endrik is overcome by the fumes as Pat slaps on his perfume
After a sharp team talk from Paolo we emerged in the bright autumn daylight, clad in clammy kit, still damp from being washed two weeks before.
The facilities were poor but the (green concrete?) pitch was worse. Still, if this place was good enough for Pele to pay a visit it would have to be good enough for us.
Perhaps still groggy from the various odours and minimal warm-up, LXG were stunned by two early goals by Samedi RV. Both were high balls followed by some good skill and finishing on their part. LXG were disjointed and disiullusioned but yet still created good chances to get back in the game. Endrik came closest with a great leap and header against the post.
At half time, Paolo decided to go for broke, making three subs and switching to 3-5-2. "Either we lose 5-0 or we win 5-2." Unfortunately the first score was to be closer to the mark.
The three man defence in a rare moment of tranquility
The referee had stamped his authority even before the match in bizarre fashion by insisting that Vic should be captain as well as bon delegue. As a stand-in skipper, the El Salvadorean gypsy led by example, giving hope with (yet another) great finish from a Paolo cross early in the second half.
But the comeback never came. Samedi scored three quick goals to make it LXG's heaviest defeat in recent memory. Samedi's number 4 had had a great game - a hat-trick and two assists - but the LXG players left reflecting that it was our lack of performance throughout the team that had sunk us. And feeling hungry for next week's game.
Man of the match: TBC
Endrik is overcome by the fumes as Pat slaps on his perfume
After a sharp team talk from Paolo we emerged in the bright autumn daylight, clad in clammy kit, still damp from being washed two weeks before.
The facilities were poor but the (green concrete?) pitch was worse. Still, if this place was good enough for Pele to pay a visit it would have to be good enough for us.
Perhaps still groggy from the various odours and minimal warm-up, LXG were stunned by two early goals by Samedi RV. Both were high balls followed by some good skill and finishing on their part. LXG were disjointed and disiullusioned but yet still created good chances to get back in the game. Endrik came closest with a great leap and header against the post.
At half time, Paolo decided to go for broke, making three subs and switching to 3-5-2. "Either we lose 5-0 or we win 5-2." Unfortunately the first score was to be closer to the mark.
The three man defence in a rare moment of tranquility
The referee had stamped his authority even before the match in bizarre fashion by insisting that Vic should be captain as well as bon delegue. As a stand-in skipper, the El Salvadorean gypsy led by example, giving hope with (yet another) great finish from a Paolo cross early in the second half.
But the comeback never came. Samedi scored three quick goals to make it LXG's heaviest defeat in recent memory. Samedi's number 4 had had a great game - a hat-trick and two assists - but the LXG players left reflecting that it was our lack of performance throughout the team that had sunk us. And feeling hungry for next week's game.
Man of the match: TBC
1 Comments:
sorry to point this out boys, bit if i am not wrong - it is the worst defeat ever...
The Viking
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