A.C me rolling were swept away by a tempestous tsumani of goals, as the Cravia Cubs made amends for the last outings defeat with a walloping 7-0 whitewash.
Paul Le-Phen had a school of fifteen players to choose from as the Cravia Cubs entered this seasons cup competition. However, the international break had seen various injuries induced. (Young) Ross, Boyle, McKendrick, Small and Sword all ruled out, unfortunately. MacDonald, Lawrie and Cruickshank returned however and all put in tremendous shifts.
Whistle blowing ensued and the Cubs were in control as they were determined to progress without any potential hiccups. Hagger has picked up a knack of placing balls into the net lining since returning from his Ninewells loyalty card use. Today was no different, as he headed in an astounding hatrick within 33 minutes. Not only in scoring was Hagger excelling, he was also keeping the defence tighter than a nuns crotch alongside aerial magnet MacDonald.
The bellowing young Eggo had his slippers, housecoat and cigar out as he sat day-dreaming untroubled in goal. The only moment of worry arose when young Eggo had to sprint out to destroy an onrushing A.C player. A crunching tackle was delivered and trouble was averted.
Batchelor then cooly placed the ball into the corner of the net to make it a four goal advantage, after Swinton uted a piercing through ball beautifully through the A.C defence.
Meanwhile, A.C me rolling had no tempo whatsoever. The only thing they'd been rolling was a catalogue of joints, as they played dazed and disorientated. They were hungry for the ball, but this may of simply been the munchies kicking in. A.C playing like a cod out of water, as the Cubs never let them off the piercing hook for a mere moment.
The manager wanted his Cubs to play with less touches, implementing a three touch rule. This led to an instant goal in the second half with David Batchelor grabbing his second goal.
A chance opened up for the struggling A.C, However the front man finished with all the aplomp of a drunk fumbling his strands of Donner Kebab. The effort was un co-ordinated as it profoundely stumbled past the post, as the imperious Cubs defence maintained their clean sheet.
An A.C striker then lost his nut, kicking Thomas. Stephen whispered threats to end his life, which whipped the Carseview escapee into a frantic frenzy. Excellent viewing as the moronic striker was restrained by referee, Vincent.
Brebner and the offside flag have been known in the past to be close companions, and Brebner was caught offside when he looked through on goal. He proceded to air an outpouring of anguish, akin to the silencing screams that Young Batchelor would wail on recieving news that he'd fertilised the eggs of one of his tidal wave of weekend whales. Offside.
Young MacDonald then decided to rifle the ball into the net, not content with it just being his central defensive partner on the score sheet. Batchelor proceeded to complete his hatrick, placing the A.C goalkeeper on his backside before flicking home.
The clock ticked insufferably slow for the small section of travelling A.C fans. It was almost as if time was taunting them, as the goals flew in without withdrawl.
The final whistle did however blow, and the men in white coats were sighted, as the moronic A.C striker was ushered off back to Carseview, where he'd clearly escaped from. The Cubs were safely through.
