Nannas vs kick balls
4:5
CB, DC (2), RH (1), CG (1), TW, JH
Twas the birthday of Wong, what a day what a day. There were tingles in the air, it was raining limericks during the day. We were as bawdy as Benny Hill with a little cock in our steps.
We were ALL there early. Smiling Brown little fvcks. Turns out that Kick Balls only had three people there at the start so THE NANNAS POUNCED. In no time we were three goals to nil up. What a start!!!
then they started to peg us back. Tao was pretty ballsy and got a yellow card early tensions were running high as the ref was having a rare bad day. The game before he had handed out a red card. His hands were twitching for more. He yelled at little country Jim for using his hands innapropriatly. Maybe Jim misses Ghee. Was it a tribute reacharound? We will have to go back to the ref cam.
what ever it was it stifled Jim. He was at sea. What do you mean i cant use my hands against other men, jim was flummoxed.
they then drew level. It was a tight time. Then they got a goal up. Then the Nannas dug deep. Le Striker went into his bag of tricks and defeated their whole team and got one of the goals of the year in a single effort reminiscent of the great kiwi Sir Douglas Mawson. He climbed the mountain of doubt to reach the peak of destiny all by himself. It was glorious to watch.
then they edged us in the end and got one last gosl, by also kicking Jim in the country foot. Ouch. That hurt. The next two minutes was frantic Nannas, going harder than a cats head. All the sideline teams were cheering the Nannas on but alas we came up short.
Freya and Clare even graced the court at half time but it was not enough to bring the Nannas home.
After drinks at the GN the Nannas became entraced at a rugby test of Aust vs Nz. It was weirdly entertaining. The Aussies got up but the Nannas were the true winners.
afterwards i dropped off a record at Bar Oussou to Stupid Fuck The Crazy Clown, after i told him of the Nsnnas feats he turned to me and said. A game lost is better than a game not played.
