The mighty phwifths continued their magnificent 100% winning streak (2 out of 2 since 27 Jan) with a 5-3 victory away at Slazengers. Given some of the other results at the weekend, this one won’t go down in history, but the 5s have now beaten Slaz home and away, and totally deserved the win.
After an inspirational team talk (“we could win this one, or we could lose it”) the team flew out of the blocks. A killer pass from Hedgie dissected the defence, and the ball found its way via Stef to Max at the back post, who delivered his usual clinical finish. Then we did the falling asleep thing, and failed to clear a ball in the D, allowing Slaz to bludgeon the ball over the line. Sniffer, returning from injury, caught a cross on the half volley and smacked it past the keeper to put Adel back in the lead, but a soft short corner gave Slaz another equaliser against the run of play.
As the second half progressed Adel’s younger legs began to gain more control: Fin, Joseph and a coughing Tom Poll ran the defence ragged. Tom Alldred scored a great first senior goal for the club, picking up a loose ball on the edge of the D and drilling it past the static keeper. Next up was Matty, who wriggled past his marker on the goal line to score the jammiest goal in the history of hockey, with a cross that defied the laws of physics and went in. After that it should all have been plain sailing, but we suffered a variety of injuries including a freak foot and knee ricochet that caused the otherwise unflappable Murf to limp off the pitch. With our defence dropping like flies, the team reshuffled several times, and in all the chaos Slaz scored another before Max calmed things down in the last couple of minutes, dinking the ball over the keeper’s desperate lunge. Final result: 5-3.
Max got MoM for scoring in his fifth successive game; he is now officially a “goal machine” and can put the letters GM after his name. Hedgie failed to keep up and drew a blank this week. He therefore remains just plain Mr Hedge, narrowly avoiding DoD for this personal embarrassment. John might have won it for his rubbish team talk, but earned the sympathy of his team mates and a large purple bruise after being struck in the groin by an undercut from Skully, who is therefore this week’s DoD.
Next week it’s a Saturday/Sunday double header, which for the juniors will be a walk in the park, and for those of us with a few more miles on the clock is likely to be a complete nightmare. Fans turning up early for the Mens 1st clash with Bradford are advised to wear a mask and goggles, unless you want a lungful of Deep Heat and an eyeful of elasticated bandage.
Max: officially a goal machine…