4-7 v Sporting Kunst
CB, DC(1,m), CG(ass), RH, TK(gk), AW(1), TW(2,m)

January 30th, an auspicious day. On this very day, over half a century ago, the world was given a gift, a baby boy, born in rural Aotearoa New Zealand, near the very edge of the international date line, where days first come into being, a wee man popped out of his mama and they named him Ghee, as pure as clarified butter… only the good stuff.

And so it was that the Nannas, to honour the birthing of their erstwhile companion, took to the field. Ordered by number they were trumpeted onto the court by their herald slash arse coach and greeted with much and rapturous applause.

The contest started well, the Nannas playing some fine passing football, running with the ball into space, finding pockets. We were 2-1 up but as is often – not always – but often the case we began to run out of legs just before half time, god damn it. The Ops took the initiative and it was 2-3 at the break*.

My memory is pretty sketchy on the finer details. Tao scored a brace and was hustling like a demon. Takeshi’s distribution was impeccable as always. There were some fine assists from the Chasbenis. Wal scored a goal which I literally have no memory of (hopefully Tao can fill in those blanks in his report) and Rhian and I did some stuff too. Giller stepped into the hollowed role of arse coach with much aplomb and may or may not have captured a few of the goals on his speely captor ( he certainly got a great one of chapsby kicking the ball directly at a kunst’s face without some much as a hint of apology or even recognition, cold!)

Then we went to the new** club house, some of us drank beers (thanks Taoser!), some of us didn’t drink beers, we ate crisps and Rhian also ate a shit sandwich as the first Nanna blocked from voting due to a code violation***. Then we got team photos in the Brunswick photobooth before riding into the night… nice.

* may or may not be entirely chronologically accurate
** Tao’s talking it up
*** failure to post a match report