vs Vagabundos Da Praia 3-2

CG2, DC 1, RH, AW, JH, CB

MOM: CG

Possibly one of the BROWNEST nights for a long long time. (no Jim, I’m not including that night!)

The Nannas stode off the court with chests as puffed out as zepplins. I don’t think many of the Nannas believed we ha the right to the victory, such was the feeling of extreem BROWN PRIDE.

Captain Wrinkley picked me up mid jog, as I was almost halfway to the ground. We got there early and did the early prematch warm up. This has proved very useful to the aging Nannas, giving their older legs the touch they need for the start of the game. Jim began the warm up with much dry quippage about all things non hetro and Dan tried to justify watching an “arthouse” film with Miri!!!!

By game time, however, our minds were focused. The team we faced up to had beaten us recently and people were NOT CONFIDENT….. The first half was tighter than tight. 0 – 0 the Nannas were resilinent in defence. However, the young team we faced looked set to run us off our feet. NOT SO!!!!

They opened the account with a scorching  goal that even Chazzmeister the frenchman could not stop. People were nervous. However a long goalie throw (with a little spin on it) resulted in a goal to the NAnnas. HA HA (little punks)……1 – 1 Tightness reined supreme.

People kept pushing, tempers flared, sweat dripped, tension rose.

Another goalie throw, (more spin) an another cheekie nanna goal. With there heads hanging the Nannas roared, the forwards pounced and Cockie SLAMMED home another goal within a minute of the last. BROWN pride!!!! We still had three minutes to play though. Before you could say “Jim, what is that on your pants” They got another goal, and again Chassssssssi could do nothing. Two minutes of them pushing harder than King Kong Bundy’s mum…Tension.

The final whistle – BROWN PRIDE. Then came the handshakes….a lot of grumbling and a few “fuck you very much’s”..

After the game Dan declared this month as COCKTOBER. I think he had a point, but he went a little too far by letting it poke out as he walked away from the coliseum!!

Knowing we had to drop off Andy Wong for his last dirty southside week, we went deep into the territory and had a drink at the ESPY!! As we were driving there the Captain was parking and as he turned his head to look out the window a loud CRACK was to be heard as he slammed his face into the window he thought had been wound down. Just as well we hadn’t smoked because we would probably still be laughing. So next time you see the Captain and you see the little cut on his nose…….(don’t tell him I told you)