We are sunday league - Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Of the squad of 14 players we had that day. Six were ineligible to play Inexplicably. However, the referee mistook one of the unregistered players Danny, grimm's dale for mickey pearce whose photo card he was older. They both had short cropped here and were good looking lads. But you wouldn't exactly say they looked alike even more amusingly. The referee had made a big play of talking to Danny and saying, oh yes mickey pearce. I remember you from the first game. How could I forget you son? In a way, he was right. Danny had been mickey in that game too. We therefore had a decision to make. The referee said that we could start the game with the nine registered players. We had eight plus Danny or we would have to forfeit the points. There was a long discussion among the boys where we even offered to forfeit and then play 11 verses 11 with no points on the line. But Wormley were not willing to do this. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was honor. They seemed keen to play against our nine men or not at all with the benefit of hindsight. I realized that it was nip and tuck between them and present at the top of the table and they probably saw a game against nine men as a way of racking up their goal difference. Well, we'd all gotten up early and made the trip out of North London and so we decided to go ahead and play the game with nine men. Matthew r right back did the honors in goal. So it was clear to anyone from his appearance alone that he was not a goalkeeper In front of him. We played a 431 formation and held our own in the opening exchanges. At some point in that first half, danni slash mickey who shouldn't technically have been on the pitch, picked up the ball around the halfway line, burst through a couple of players with a driving run, showing an exceptional touch on a bobbly pitch and was through on goal, clinically dispatching the ball into the bottom left hand corner naturally that none of us found this highly amusing but we're now fully expecting the Wormley onslaught to descend on us good and proper. Nonetheless, we defended stoutly minutes past time stretched and next thing we'd reached halftime, one goal up the mood of the boys was buoyant. All the cliches words of footballing wisdom were trotted out as we huddled together and had a drink, Keep it tight, let's see how long we can keep it up for. Maybe they'll get frustrated. The second half kicked off and Wormley up the pressure but they weren't really making inroads into our defense. We started to grow confident, Neil Connor even began to provide commentary in between heading or volleying the ball away from center half. Is that all you've got header? We've only got nine men hoof up the park, Wormley where indeed becoming increasingly frustrated and midway through the second half as robo describes one of their players came up to me, looked me in the eyes, grabbed me by the nuts and squeeze them Robbo, never one to count to 10, chased after the perpetrator and kicked him in the leg. The player went down and as the ref came over, robbo declared loud enough for everyone on the pitch and sidelines to hear, I don't care, send me off! He grabbed my ********, send me off! The referee duly obliged and we were now down to eight men. Five minutes later, the same Wormley player rattled into a tackle and matt Godwin, after the ball had long since gone, matt got to his feet and threw the ball in the face of the player who must have been thinking he could get every wizard on the pitch to buy it. Man also was given his marching orders by the ref. A full size football pitch is a very big place when you only have seven men, which is in fact the minimum number you are allowed before a game is abandoned with no subs and the sun beating down on us. The remaining six outfield players sank further and further towards our own box and tried on the odd occasion we had possession in what remained of the game to launch the ball as far away from goal and as far off the pitch as possible, remarkably time was ticking on and we still had a one goal lead precariously intact. Andy Michael leads vividly recalls as we defended a corner Later on in the game that he desperately screamed as we tried to mark up, I got four men at the back post, I got four, but even then, somehow we managed to scramble the ball away. Finally, after what seemed like two days had elapsed, the referee blew the whistle for full time, Those destined to become known, at least to us as the magnificent seven had recorded the most unlikely of one Neil victories.