The Sperm have booked a place in the last eight of the league cup for the first time in 3 years after a battling performance in windy conditions on the hallowed turf of the Rugby Astro. The wind and the heavy weekend took its toll on the boys, but they showed that same battling spirit that they have exhibited so often in the cup so far this season.
The match started with unnerving news for the white sperm shooters, as all three keepers that they usually rely on were absent. The back up for those three keepers was also unavailable. It looked grim, until that man Richard Liddy stepped up and donned the gloves. I can't emphasise how much that meant to the team, his bravery to step between the sticks, save a penalty and take down every corner and dangerous ball with comfort was nothing short of phenomenal. Then again he has played in most positions handsomely for us. Unlike Donnacha Lynch, who has found it tough to adjust into the team and give it 100%. The attitude problems alluded to in the press may be affecting his game. He was suspicously absent from the team sheet today.
The jizz filled flesh rockets went one nil down after an admittley scrappy attempt to clear from the right by Browne, although later on he recovered from a further error by nearly having backdoor penetration with the right mid to stop his break. It was a jew goal from Fifa, scrambled across the face of goal and tapped in by an onrushing striker.
Now, the last time the bull looking short soakers went 1-0 in the cup, they surged forward and grabbed two goals to force a penalty shoot out. The script was recycled this round, with Morgahan and Crowley linking together up front to smash home the equalizer. A lovely strike into the bottom corner gave Morgahan his tenth of the season.
More battling in midfield and an extremely impressive defense kept the Waldo's players out. What defined this game was the blood, sweat and tears that the team gave despite adverse conditions. The heads never dropped, and although it wasnt the most sophisticated performance, the hearts and legs carried the boys through, closer than ever to silverware.
For the first time this season, Tim Delany was tired after the match. That is purely because he gave 200% ont he field today. He was everywhere, tracking back to defend and make improtant tackles, while in the next play he was stepping over balls and firing his load into the box. He was intsrumental in the winning goal, firing a ball into the mixer with was parried into the path of Kicker Hot Sauce, who was always going to score. Delany's passion and relentless pursuits of the game has led to me awarding him the man of the match.
Shout out to Jack Power, who depsite being late, didnt destroy his boxers to early, like the time he was with Niamh Grace in his basement and she was rubbing his crotch over the jeans.
Once again, can't praise the mindest enough. Clear minds and full ballsacks can't lose.
