A game that everything, 2 equal sides with a string of 5 previous draws over the past 3 seasons, last game of the season, intrigue, arguments and late late drama... Oh and a retirement J
STC turned up in numbers with a 14 getting kitted up. Jordan between the sticks, Deano at right back, Mike left with Baldy and Slim at the back. The Sheggs out wide with Gok and Captain Scott, leaving Golden Boot and Roberts up top. Axy, Rob and Omelette on the bench.
To be honest the game was scrappy, with Toby keeping position and looking dangerous and STC not tracking their men, much to the disgust of Slim who would not stop shouting ‘orange fucking boots’…… However, the best chances fell to STC who looked dangerous on the counter attack. There was some half chances for Crabby and one when set to head in from 2 yards, somehow the centre half stretched his leg in an unimaginable angle to put it for a corner. Oh and it would not be a Sunday with Baldy getting a clump and then the hump of some kind. This weeks instalment was an elbow in the ear…
The second half did not get much better if truth be told, but STC were marginally on top. Oh and Slim managed to injure himself kicking the floor rather than the ball, Dik. However, it was Toby who took the lead with 5 minutes left. A direct free kick was taken whilst Jordan was still lining up his wall and that was 1-0.
With STC remonstrating and with time running Roberts subbed himself back on and following a disgusting tackle on Deano who luckily was not hurt, ST found themselves with a corner with a minute to play.
STC piled everyone forward, a great corner was slung in and amid throng of bodies up popped a pair of tits, sorry bald heads. First Baldy 1 (Steve) won the front post battle and got the important flick on sending the ball goal bound, then up pops Baldy 2 (Lee) to nod home. 1-1 and sparks Roberts shirt removal and run to Jeff on the line, just for good measure.
So another draw and probably a fair result.
Man of the match this week was Slim, in his final game for STC.
Being the last game of the season, it was also presentation time. In a heart warming speech, read off the back of a betting slip, Roberts delivered for a change. Well done Lee
So awards time. The golden Boot went to Crabby, whose return of 24 goals in 22 appearances, a goal ration of 1.1 goals a game speaks for itself.
Clubman of the year went to Jordan, the colossus between the sticks, albeit with a red bib..
So Managers player of the year runner up was Gok, for his tireless displays, oh and for WASHING THE KIT with the winner being Sheggs. Well played mate and as Steve put it ‘That Fucking proves we are not racist’ :)
So Runners up players player as voted all team members went to, the only ever present, Scott Dolby, well played mate. Gok you played against us in 1 game so you didn’t play for us in every game….. The webpage never lies …
And finally Players Player of the year went to Slim. A fitting end to a glittering STC career.
So that’s it lads for another year.
On a personal note, I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure running out each week with you all and don’t miss me too much J
Slim, over and out.
