Annihalation

This morning wasn't too good on the eye. You could tell we weren't going to get a result even before we had started.

10.30am is the usual kick off time for every Sunday morning league game. So, I don't know why at 10.40am, we had 7 players, 1 of which had tonsilitis, 1 who had been beaten up the night before and one who was still injured from last week, limping around on one leg and playing because there was no one else. We were waiting on people who had driven back from Reading, and they turned up 15 minutes after the proposed kick off time, still in casual party wear, and 20 minutes after we were meant to start, we started.

It wasn't so bad. It wasn't an annihalation, as the title suggests it was, but we were away to top of the league, with 6 players still drunk, one severely ill, one severely maimed and an injured bloke. I was kept busy, and made a couple of useful saves plus punched a cross clear via an opposition's forehead. It was accidental! Maybe...

As soon as they went 1-0 up though, after about half an hour, there was rarely any sign of looking like we were going to get back into it.. The goal itself was a mixture of poor defending and clinical finishing. The same formula that proved to get most of their goals.

We were 2-0 down by half time and although we perked up in the 2nd half, we still lost 5-2. It could of been much worse. I didn't have a bad game, despite the scoreline. We can't expect to win these games if players go off on a booze-cruise of the country the night before.

I'm not that bothered to tell the truth. I was more bothered about my game this afternoon, but it had been called off because of a, "waterlogged pitch". Rubbish. It hasn't rained that much! It's ruined my afternoon, and a whole day of football has turned into a piss poor performance and another day of nothing.

Great.