Union Sesame 1 - LXG 1
And so it was decreed that the brave LXG warriors would head into deepest Flanders to play a team that had already won both of their home games. Faced with a police presence at our usual Parc 50 meeting place it was clear this was not going to be an ordinary day.
Despite taking two or three wrong turns we still somehow managed to arrive at the pitch 50 minutes before kick-off. SC Wolverton play here so we were clearly honoured to be at this auspicious venue.
Starting line-up was as follows:
The Return of the Spider; English/Irish; Scouser; the Swiss Farmer; German-Turk Alliance; Napoleon; 50% Basque; ROMANIA!; Hongrois; Scouserini; Mafiosi. On the bench – ROMANIA! and the Belgian Scouser.
Our opposition quickly started as they meant to go on with two or three of their team showing themselves to be the nasty pieces of work they indeed were. Jun came in for significant amounts of abuse for asking one of his compatriots why he was choosing to abuse our team instead of playing football. This didn’t go down too well and great credit to Ceyhun for not physically reacting to the little idiot. This was a tone well set by our team during the game and despite there being a number of incidents during the game no-one got sent off from LXG despite two or three of the opposition deserving the red card.
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Sesame's players were a bad-tempered lot
So to the football – we started well and within a few minutes had scored a wonderful goal after a peach of cross from the right wing in from the right (Peter or Paolo?) for Endrik to knock gloriously in. 1-0 to LXG!!!
With the first half being a little disjointed and our training ground football less evident it was still a shock when the opposition came back with a well worked move to level the match.
Shaj and Cata came on for the second half ready to push the team on for the last 35 minutes. And for a period of 15-20 minutes this is exactly what happened. The opposition rarely moved out of their own half as our football became the fast flowing and quick paced beast we know it to be. Unfortunately (had we roused a gypsy’s wrath on our travels?) the four or five chances we created refused to go in as the opposition keeper pulled off several fine saves.
Meanwhile the other team contented themselves with trying to see if their hands could go around some of our throats. Being the curious type I decided to ask their blond maniac defender about this subject. The conversation went something like this:
“Why did your team mate put his hand around our player’s throat?”
“Because it was a foul.”
“But how does that help the match and your football?”
“Because it was a foul.”
“Why don’t you just play football instead?”
“Because it was a foul.”
Etc etc…
And this was the general tone of the second half.
As the match drew to a close we lost some of superb rhythm that had seen us create so many chances. This was possibly due to their final substitution, a guy called something like Mario Monti (ex DG Comp?) who was without a shadow of a doubt the fattest player ever to oppose LXG. Bizarrely enough, Titus aside, this seemed to put us in a dilemma as regards tackling the beaut. He seemed to be given ample space that aptly reflected his girth even having one moment, according to Shaj, where he fell over due to the fact, he exclaimed, that he was too fat! From these effort-sapping moments came our decrease in concentration.
The other team came close at the end by hitting the bar but when the final whistle blew we were clearly the more disappointed of the two teams. Yet, as one sage commented, it was better to have drawn and made so many chances than to have drawn without creating any.
The other results confirmed our second place with everyone eager to play again quickly and make it five wins out of seven.
Men of the match: Michal and Peter
Despite taking two or three wrong turns we still somehow managed to arrive at the pitch 50 minutes before kick-off. SC Wolverton play here so we were clearly honoured to be at this auspicious venue.
Starting line-up was as follows:
The Return of the Spider; English/Irish; Scouser; the Swiss Farmer; German-Turk Alliance; Napoleon; 50% Basque; ROMANIA!; Hongrois; Scouserini; Mafiosi. On the bench – ROMANIA! and the Belgian Scouser.
Our opposition quickly started as they meant to go on with two or three of their team showing themselves to be the nasty pieces of work they indeed were. Jun came in for significant amounts of abuse for asking one of his compatriots why he was choosing to abuse our team instead of playing football. This didn’t go down too well and great credit to Ceyhun for not physically reacting to the little idiot. This was a tone well set by our team during the game and despite there being a number of incidents during the game no-one got sent off from LXG despite two or three of the opposition deserving the red card.
![](http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3484/3637/200/oscar2.0.gif)
Sesame's players were a bad-tempered lot
So to the football – we started well and within a few minutes had scored a wonderful goal after a peach of cross from the right wing in from the right (Peter or Paolo?) for Endrik to knock gloriously in. 1-0 to LXG!!!
With the first half being a little disjointed and our training ground football less evident it was still a shock when the opposition came back with a well worked move to level the match.
Shaj and Cata came on for the second half ready to push the team on for the last 35 minutes. And for a period of 15-20 minutes this is exactly what happened. The opposition rarely moved out of their own half as our football became the fast flowing and quick paced beast we know it to be. Unfortunately (had we roused a gypsy’s wrath on our travels?) the four or five chances we created refused to go in as the opposition keeper pulled off several fine saves.
Meanwhile the other team contented themselves with trying to see if their hands could go around some of our throats. Being the curious type I decided to ask their blond maniac defender about this subject. The conversation went something like this:
“Why did your team mate put his hand around our player’s throat?”
“Because it was a foul.”
“But how does that help the match and your football?”
“Because it was a foul.”
“Why don’t you just play football instead?”
“Because it was a foul.”
Etc etc…
And this was the general tone of the second half.
As the match drew to a close we lost some of superb rhythm that had seen us create so many chances. This was possibly due to their final substitution, a guy called something like Mario Monti (ex DG Comp?) who was without a shadow of a doubt the fattest player ever to oppose LXG. Bizarrely enough, Titus aside, this seemed to put us in a dilemma as regards tackling the beaut. He seemed to be given ample space that aptly reflected his girth even having one moment, according to Shaj, where he fell over due to the fact, he exclaimed, that he was too fat! From these effort-sapping moments came our decrease in concentration.
The other team came close at the end by hitting the bar but when the final whistle blew we were clearly the more disappointed of the two teams. Yet, as one sage commented, it was better to have drawn and made so many chances than to have drawn without creating any.
The other results confirmed our second place with everyone eager to play again quickly and make it five wins out of seven.
Men of the match: Michal and Peter
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