A few absentees this week; news that (alleged) dog lover Debbie McGee is back on the market saw Steve Weir spend an unsuccessful 3 hours trying to book an online train ticket to hers, whereas no nonsense Burtie was straight in with an Uber cab direct. Nevertheless we fielded 11 players against their 10. Never has there been a first half of such domination from us without a result, a showreel of all our shots to the Benny Hill theme tune would be apt.
Stag Do Dan was in goal and aside from picking the ball out of the net had nothing else to do. Andy at right back all in white like Agassi at Wimbledon sent over a superb cross for Ilyas to equalise. They scored again & then proceeded to miss a chance from less than a yard after Dan tipped a shot on to the bar before 60 mins were up. Luckily we played on and local rules state that goals after 60 mins count for us but not the oppo so we ended up 3-2 winners. Zondervan tucked home a Neale assist before a tidy backheel from Ilyas sent Nick through to score and we immediately called time! Nick and Tom were the driving forces and the bustling scouser just wins MOM
Hoff Jr was playing his farewell game before a trip to take advantage of “Spring Break” in Cancun and his attempt to catch the clap, Zika and anything else he can, the opposite of Andy who had the audacity to claim he had ‘tennis wrist’ after 2 weeks in San Francisco away from his wife……..I am not a doc but I suspect ‘chronic wankers cramp’ would be the most commonly agreed diagnosis.. We look forward to the Hoff’s promised his video blog where lots of bikini clad frat girls whoop, holler and shout around the pool “BoC – you ROCK!” to the camera, although may be wise not to send it to Andy for a week or so.
Which leads us nicely on to the Duke. A lot of noise was coming from the backroom and the number of usual toilet visits quadrupled so we could have a (repeated) look. It transpired there were quite a few very posh, very fit women in there. One in particular was absolutely outstanding! Whilst James was having a smoke, Dan & I sat there like Waldorf and Statler admiring the view of her short skirt bending over the serving hatch. One of her friends caught her handbag on our chair to try to catch our attention but it was in vain as like two Terminators, we were locked on. Ever the team man and not wanting everyone else to miss out, 6 pints down James decided to sketch her – not sure it does her justice but as the closest thing the club has to Rolf Harris was speeding away in a cab, it will have to do. We overheard them saying they were off to the Bunga Bunga bar and frankly that is the final straw. The week of Hoofer’s first game back has been designated as “Return of the King - Bunga Bunga Bonus Night” so expecting a big turnout!
