Another brisk evening at the Battersea Colosseum.
The Batterseum, if you will.
Solid squad on show:SheedyPunter, Andy, Steve, BurtieHoff Snr, Tommy Dazzler, Jordan Zola, Hoff Jnr,Latch, Illy
Great to see a brace of Hoffs storming the flanks, it’s been a while. “Dad! Dad!”
A tight first fifteen minutes, but we conceded when a rare sloppy ball across the backline from Tommy Dazzler was intercepted, their striker bursting free into the area before slamming home past Sheedy in goal.
Illy spotted the keeper off his line (Illy has tremendous vision, especially when it comes to whether or not the keeper has wandered off his line) and attempted an audacious chip from within our half.
Everyone was thinking “Oh fer chrissake’s don’t shoo…oh that’s actually not a bad effort…heh, the keeper’s scrambling back a bit, that’s funny to watch…oh hang on, that could go in…it IS going to go in… WHAT A GOA-“…*DING*…the ball pings back off the upright and the defense scramble to safety.
One-nil down at the break, and Illy was cajoled into using his keeper vision expertise to the full, swapping into nets for Sheedy.
We hustled and bustled in the second half, Latch smashing an absolute sitter high into the trees from six yards out, and James planting a diving header straight at the keeper, but ultimately we struggled to penetrate in the final 3/8.
Which reminds me, what the hell is up with the imperial measurement system? Why is that still around? In metric, one millilitre of water occupies one cubic centimetre, weighs one gram, and requires one calorie of energy to heat it up by one degree centigrade – which is 1% of the difference between its freezing point and its boiling point. An amount of hydrogen weighing the same amount has exactly one mole of atoms in it.
Whereas in the imperial system, the answer to ‘How much energy does it take to boil a room-temperature gallon of water?’ is ‘Go fuck yourself’ because you can’t directly relate any of those quantities.
Not many contenders for Best On Ground this week. Perhaps Tommy Dazzler or Jordan, both battling manfully in midfield against strong opposition. But Dazzler did cost us a goal, and Jordan didn’t score one (he should only be in contention for Best On Ground if he scores. Y’know – keep him hungry etc etc).
However, considering the level of opprobrium hurled my way in the pub for daring to use the term B.O.G.*, it must go to me. So this week’s B.O.C. B.O.G. is Doggie Dundee.
* symptomatic of the current political climes, people are very afraid of things that are foreign. “I don’t understand it and I don’t like it. Make BOC Great Again”. On the other hand, perhaps I need to change as well, and not just blindly follow the B.O.G. tradition without thinking critically about whether it’s actually worth adhering to or not. I think we all learned something today.
