Each thing has its own place, and it must be in that place to fulfill its nature. – Plato

 

4-6 v Pop City
CB-2, DC-1-MOM, RH-1, TW, AW, SB

There is a defined order to world, especially near the core. But as one diverges from the norm that order begins to fray and crumble. And so it is with the Nannas goal keeping duties. Gill and Kondo are the centre, the nucleus around which concentric valence shells* of lesser electrons swirl, there is Joel in Goal, a mere ring-in but also a dedicated goalie, then there is Third String aka Coach, followed I would suggest by the Captain, then Jim, all noble stand-ins with some actual goal keeping skills. From there it’s a bit of step change, the remaining Nannas being more or less rubbish in varying degrees. And so it was that two of those distant, less gifted electrons, found themselves orbiting the Nannas goal mouth, protected only, and perhaps mistakenly, by the sweaty petro-chemical gloves that one of them had brought. It didn’t end well.

* I know, rather outmoded thinking , refer to fig.1