A disappointing performance and game with a fair score line. BoC began the game with an unconventional line-up with Intertoto pairing up with Molby in the heart of defence. After Tom arrived five minutes late he joined Neal in the centre of midfield. They may be separate weight divisions but I think this pairing are pound for pound our physically strongest players. But they were up against a strong midfield 3 for Shearer’s Boxer Shorts who helped assert some dominance.
Latchford started in goal and insisted that he had the looping effort that came back of the bar from stocky midfielder Bodie “covered”. Claims he also had the corner he flapped into the head of the nice Alan’s Thong midfielder Paul (the one who looks a bit like a small Buster Blood Vessel from Bad Manners) covered as it bounced back and hit the post were even less convincing. She’ra’s Y-fronts eventually capitalised on some incisive attacking play when, with a whiff of offside the ball broke to their winger who squared the ball to their busy striker (the white Wellbeck) to just squeeze home an easy finish from near the penalty spot.
There soon followed a constructive philosophical debate between the forwards and the defence about whether there was no point running after an aimless hoof forward or whether they are only aimless as the forwards weren’t making the right runs and seeing as they were there they might as well run after it and try to make the hoofs look a bit better. Like most philosophical debates there was no winner but in football we found a loser. Without getting desperate for positives I thought Hanning had a good first half. We had a fair few shots but mostly straight at the keeper or narrowly wide.
After starting with ten before Tom’s arrival we had some subs when Hoofer arrived at about quarter past and Andy ambled up shortly before half time. Reports that Duncan followed the theme and turned up to play at 9:17pm are unfounded.
The second half saw a re-shuffle with Sheedy in goal for Latchford with Wayne moving out wide and Hoof allowing Phil to push up into midfield. Andy for Hoff and Hanning and Tom taking dutiful ¼ off completed the substitutions.
The second half was a bit better. Not good but better. The ball stuck a bit more and we moved into some good positions but good build up play was often ruined by one bad pass/decision and somewhat against the play Big Al’s knickers grabbed a second goal. Sheedy resisted the rush of blood impulse to charge out of goal when their striker was pushed wide by through ball but to everyone’s surprise got a cross in which deflected off the post before Andy completed the sense of shambles by tucking into his own net. [Insert predictable joke about being relieved to score now he’s married].
BoC rallied and eventually Wayne pulled one bank. He was on a jinxing run into the box that it looked like Latchford had lumbered into the way of but he merely provided a brief substitute for one of Wayne’s touches. Eventually Wayne run out of people to run past and slotted home a composed finish. Wayne was a touch less composed when he was shoulder barged in the head (not that I saw it) by their increasingly bearded enthusiastic winger Simon but fortunately despite some baiting no hand bags were thrown in anger.
It seemed like there might a way back for BoC but rather than an injury time half volley into the top corner from Hoof (in the style of Jagielka) the game ended with Alan’s Posing Pouches breaking forward and slotting a nerve settling third.
In summary – pants.
