|Posted: 26 November 2012 at 10:23pm | IP Logged
We returned to Walthamstow for our second game with Parmiterians but this time it was a cup game. A chance for some type of silverware , whether it was a trophy or the Rugby referenced wooden spoon would remain to be seen. A few members of the legendary team of last week had disappeared. Michael Linskey cried off with a suspected fractured Anus due to activities which cannot be disclosed. Hattrick hero from last week Mark Brittain had chosen Spurs over the Old I's! Shocking! Vikash Patel was also missing as Married life caused him to rub the misses feet rather than gear up for football.
Those that came in to the side had much to live up to as Pete Johnston and Rob Johnson accepted the challenge. We started off well but two minutes in disaster struck! Cappo Anthony comes off injured with a suspected hamstring problem. Ryan Ford became the stand in captain as the players looked lost like Tim Witter on a football pitch. While looking lost, Tim was able to play a pin point ball into the feet of Andrew Norman who put the ball in the back of the net with a tidy finish. We were keeping the ball well and some good play ended up with a goal for Niall Mckevitt. Yes that Niall Mckevitt! As both teams stopped in utter shock of what they had just witnessed, the referee went over to check the oppos keeper's mental state to make sure he could continue. Parms got one in before half time to dampen a good first half performance.
The second half kicked off and within seconds it became 2-2. An irate injured Anthony shouted words of encouragement in a peaceful manner. Martin Mulligan and Tim Witter began a lovers tiff on the pitch and Pete Johnson and Micheal Carolan began pondering what position they were actually meant to be playing in. Ryan continued to try and work out how Niall scored as Niall completely forgot the match had not yet finished as he smiled to the stars. Amidst all the madness parms were able to score again putting the game seemingly beyond doubt. Tom steele between the sticks had made three decent saves in succession as he and the rest of the team saw their chances of silverware slowly slipping away. Disaster struck once more as Tim witter had to come off injured meaning already injured Anthony had to return to the field (taking back the armband of course).
The ref shouted one minute left. Most of the players were ready to run inside a warm clubhouse and collect their lunches. However one man had other ideas. With the pressure of captaincy now removed from his baby like shoulders up step Ryan Ford. A drilled left foot screamer pushed the game into extra time! The dramatic nature of this goal appeared to inspire the lads once again none more so than the cappo.
As extra time commenced we returned to our regular Barcelona style and within Minutes Anthony had scored two to secure the 5's a place in the next round. the crocked captain found energy from somewhere to make it two wins on the bounce. All the players were injured one way or the other, but by sticking together and any other slightly homo comments you can think of, the lads pulled through.
Typical example of Boys becoming men eh! Come on Old I's!