But where to start? Hmmm. The squad, maybe?
The Thin Blue Line
Angry Dom Gibbs ©
The Rocks
Chris “Mortgage” Sutton
Matt “Gimli/The Hawk” Evans
Jules “The Kid” Gibbs
Mike “Double first name” Allen
The Engine Room
Big Adam Rossiter
Rev. Philip J Houlding
Brett BC Carter
Matt “Donnie” Tait
“Nick The Greek” Jeffs
Ben “I should be included in the CUNTS” Gliesner
Ben’s brother Sam Gleisner
Matt “MattNich” Nichols
Consistently UNable To Score (CUNTS)
Jarrod “J-Dogg” Clyne
Hayden “Monty” Montgomery
Able Seamen
Arnu “Emu” Turvey
Andrew AJ Johnson
Johnny “The Invisible Man” Fromont
Privates First Class reporting late 2008
Alex “Buck” Rodgers in the 21st Century
Vince “Vini” Gibbs
Season 2008 has been quite the mixed bag. We started with the disappointment of having our impressive 2007 record ignored as we were only elevated the one division to the lowly 12th. Determined not to let this affect us, we proved that we should be up considerably higher with a pants-wettingly good thrashing of a division 5 Lower Hutt team to the tune of 6-0.
We kick off the season with wins over North Wellington (3-1), Lower Hutt BallKickers (6-0), and Lower Hutt DD’s (9-1) before being brought rudely to earth with a ferocious bump. We were given a solid humping, 4-2 by a new Stokes Valley team who have since gone unbeaten in the season and look to be doing to our division what a certain member of the team dreams he does to one of his co-workers. After a bit of time and a beer, our first loss in 18 months and 22 competitive matches didn’t actually hurt that much. They were a very good side who caught us by surprise a bit. The anticipated rematch certainly gives us something to aim for. We then gave an eight man Tawa side a 10-0 roasting. Pretty unsatisfying, but at least they didn’t score against us (Stokes Valley beat them 20-1).
Due to some pretty piss-poor notification from Wellington Football we missed last week’s game against Marist (though this is under appeal). Which brings us to Saturday 24th of May and our match vs Island Bay United (IBU).
The great irony of this game was that despite it being an away game for us, we couldn’t have played closer to our own club rooms had we been playing in the room itself. Conditions were not great at Wakefield Park. Considerable rain during the week and the pitter-patter of useless division 74 women’s feet had left the surface pretty boggy. Angry Dom won the first and possibly most important battle of wills. The initial win came when they went to toss the coin (this is always an opportunity for the weak of body and mind to gain an advantage). Angry Dom waved away the toss, declaring that we would stay as we are “you bastards can kick-off” (even though we ended up kicking off too. Sweeeeeeeeet). Then the cheeky bastards were trying to get us to ref the second half. While leaving it open to negotiation, there would be no negotiation.
The first half of the first half definitely belonged to dirty old Island Bay. The conditions did not suit our ball to feet style of play, simple cross field passes becoming lodged in the mud and the BNUPS were defending frequent counter attacks. They had a couple of reasonably quick, reasonably capable attackers. Jules and Mortgage managed to keep them under wraps pretty well and Angry Dom kept out the hurried shots they were getting off. But with 20 minutes gone in the first half, the deadlock was broken. An ambitious long ball was chased into the box by an Island Bay striker and Jules. The angle favoured the IBU player and a desperate lunging dive by Jules only just missed the ball but completely took out the player. Angry Dom gathered the ball and sent out for the counter-attack. However a very late whistle had stopped play and brought out a vocal side of Donnie few of us were aware existed (heheheh)… The ref had indeed called the penalty despite being back near half way (what the fuck were you doing back there with him Donnie? ;)). Anyway it was a pretty harsh call, for despite being a clear penalty in my eyes, there is no way the ref could have seen it from where he had been standing. He even asked the IBU player if he had made contact with the ball, and he said he didn’t know. Then he proceeded to apologise to us repeatedly. Dude don’t be bloody sorry, just don’t award the damn penalty!
Whatever, some tool stepped up to take it and the jacksy prick hammered it into the underside of the bar and in. Balls.
Well this seemed to galvanise the team somewhat. It wasn’t that we had been playing bad football, its just that passes hadn’t been getting to the man etc. Momentum began to shift as we made several forays down into the Island Bay half. Ben’s brother Sam and Nick the Greek began to wreak havoc down the right, forcing a few corners, which, seriously lads, should have been buried. Work on that. Monty was also causing trouble with a few of his customary lightening quick gangly-legged runs through, round, over, and under sprawling tacklers, and was cruelly denied what would have been a fantastic goal by a lucky save from the IBU keeper.
Halftime was a mixture of tactic changing, and some mutual back slapping. Despite being down on the scoreboard the game was infinitely winnable and we had dominated possession and territory in the last 20 minutes. With renewed vim and vigour (and because Ben’s brother Sam was a bit cold), we ran out onto the field for the second half after only a short break.
The result came almost immediately. MattNich, finally got some good ball down the left and began putting pressure on their defence. A corner was forced and the cross, after a bit of pinball in the box fell to the feet of Monty, who hammered it through the keepers hands and into the back of the net to tie up the scores.
We kept the pressure up and started offering plenty of shots. Donnie and Adam, ably assisted by Emu were doing a solid job occupying the middle of the park, distributing the ball over the top to Monty and Jarrod to chase and finding space down the wings for MattNich, Nick the Greek and Ben’s brother Sam. After one such run down the right by Sam and Nick, the ball was passed to the top of the box to an eagerly awaiting Emu, who proceeded to guide the ball Meninga-esque into the right side of the goal. It was a quality strike, good work Emu.
We were all over them at this point, but they hadn’t given up, its just their tactic of hack it deep and hope their strikers would get to it first wasn’t really working with AJ, Jules, Mortgage, Adam, and Nick the Greek stomping about at the back. Until after a bit of messy substituting left us a little thin at the back, suddenly had them in our quarter of the field vastly out-numbering us (they appeared to be playing an interesting 5-0-5 formation). Angry Dom came rushing out faster than you could sack Avram Grant and managed to parry the first shot away. Unfortunately the deflection fell to a IBU player who weakly nudged it toward goal. Jules got a slight deflection and Angry Dom made a desperate dive to try to push it wide, but the ball trickled in to the goal tantalisingly out of reach.
Angry Dom was pissed and swore vocally at what was a pretty unforgivable defensive lapse*. We immediately forced our way back into their half, Monty, Jules, Donnie and Adam, making strong runs at the IBU goal. We had a couple of shots go mere inches wide, but with time ticking away the winner proved elusive. That was until AJ found a ball-hungry MattNich screaming down the left hand side. MattNich picked out Jarrod haring into the corner and put a perfect through ball for him to run on to. Jarrod controlled the ball, beat one man, and hammered a clean shot beyond the keeper. A last ditch attempted clearance by an IBU defender succeeded only in forcing the ball further into the back of the net. The IBU heads dropped almost in unison as the realised the win was completely beyond their reach.
In a rare display of emotion, Jarrod was mobbed/hugged/fondled by the BNUPS, and returned to his position for the kick-off displaying a prominent erection.
It was a fine win, a bloody good game played in muddy shitty conditions which is always fun. Big game this week, we take on 2nd placed and very gay-named Seatoun Pirates (1230 at Happy Valley (we have to ref)) who have had just the one loss to the dirty ole Stokes Valley.
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*Its important to note here that Angry Dom is never at fault. Never.