Time until the Next game at Benalmadena Polideportivo

Match 1 report from Geoff

BLACKS….3 versus REDS….1
Yet again, another superb turnout at the Polideportivo, allowing two seven aside matches to be played.

If ever there was a reason why so many players have nicknames and emojis at WFS, this was no better than highlighted than on Thursday at Benalmadena Polideportivo .
There were 6 Dave’s in the two matches, namely:
•’Fox’
•’Bus’
•Sparrow’
•Bee’
•’Cab’
‘Owl’
In fact, the first four above were in the ‘old farts’ Red team.

Keef, alleging when challenged that he was merely concentrating on balancing the abilities of teams and didn’t realise these selections until afterwards.

In that case, it was just as well nobody in the Reds ‘old farts’ team had a stutter or were called Rodney!
Such a selection made for some hilarious misunderstandings in the Reds team, when players were calling for the ball to be passed to them.

Classic Keef.

On paper the Reds did look to have the stronger team. However, this view was soon shown not to be the case, when just after the halfway stage the Blacks were 3 up with two goals from Ken K and another from Gert.

In between these goals, the Reds had an abundance of chances to score, with shots either missing the target or being well saved by keepers Ian or Fred, the latter with anything but his hands.

The ‘Fox’ for the Reds had a real off day, he missed a hatful of chances to score, he couldn’t have hit a barn door from 5 yards if he had tried all day.

Keef for the Reds, just to prove how skilful he was, hit one post and then the other with the rebound and still missed the net.
The one consolation goal for the Reds came late in the match from Dave 🐝 after a fine through pass from Keef.
For the Blacks, Nigel had another sound game, albeit still playing on one leg, as did Gert who is improving with every game.

All in all the match was played in a sporting manner throughout, with plenty of good humour to boot.
None more so than in the bar afterwards, the Fox thoughtSean was wetting himself profusely, only to then realise he had a bag of ice stuck up his shorts nursing a hamstring injury.

Match report 2 by Rory

In a rare act of generosity, the shadowy figures that organise WFS agreed that the lads on the far pitch could roam freely on the vast expanse of greenery at whatever speed their little legs could carry them. The boys responded well by serving up a game of fast-moving football which was thrillingly end to end for. The most part.
Wee Eddie heaved a sigh of relief upon learning that Kaj (formerly known as the T800) was going to be on his team, thereby ruling out the possibility of an early visit to the fracture clinic. With new boy Prak playing left midfield and Steve starting in goal, the Blacks looked a solid unit. Flyboy Gary was in his element up front, because he hasn’t yet learned how to walk, and like the bus in the hit movie Speed, his head will explode if he stops running. El Buho sat in the middle of the park, aiming to improve on his WFS record of assists and goals. Little Al played on the right wing, hoping to get an early sight of goal. Alvin completed the team, making sure no-one was going to get a shot off, apart from him. He currently holds the WFS record for the most shots NOT on target. Still, he keeps ball boy Frank on his toes.
Dodri was leading the reds who started with Rick and his hair in goal and Dave the Cab at the back, doing some preliminary calculations in the build up to launching the ball into a low orbit around the earth. The reds welcomed Michael into the team and started him off upfront with some simple counting exercises so he could settle into the game. Dazza had whacked some WD40 on his knees and was ready to rock and roll supported by Rory and total football Han in midfield.
The game started out at a good lick with both teams moving the ball nicely and running around with gay abandon. (Gay definition: cheerful or carefree. Source: Oxford English Dictionary). Even though they were moving at a gentle jog, the boys managed to avoid clattering into each other and this kept the game flowing. There were no goals in the first session, although a couple of smart saves from Rick kept the reds level at the first break. In the second session, wee Eddie was starting to find some space and began to stretch the reds at the back. Gary as usual was running all over the place in a pattern reminiscent of his approach to Malaga airport. Just as it was beginning to look like a stalemate, some nice work from El Buho and wee Eddie left Gary in the clear and he wasted no time in poking the ball past Rory in goal and into the far corner. Blacks 1-0 Reds
Alvin was having a storming game at the back for the blacks snuffing out any reds attacks that looked that they would threaten the blacks’ goal. On occasion he would push up to join the attack and add to his tally of shots blasted wide of the goal or a good ten feet over the bar. Ball boy Frank was easily going to achieve his 10000 steps for the day. With Kaj’s long legs succeeding in breaking up a number of reds’ attacks, the blacks kept the pressure on. The reds finally succumbed when the more direct passing movements created an opportunity for El Buho to maintain his brilliant run of scoring and put the blacks two up. Blacks 2-0 Reds
Things got worse for the reds when Mike had to hobble into goal having twanged his hamstring. Even though he was severely hampered, he still managed to pull off a string of important saves to keep the reds in the game. Total football Han took up a more forward position, and through some high pressing (learned from his days working in a dry cleaners in Anderlecht), forced an error out of Steve who couldn’t sort his feet out. Han didn’t waste any time and biffed the ball past El Buho in the blacks’ goal. Blacks 2-1 Reds
The reinvigorated reds pressed forward for what would have been a deserved equaliser and Dave the cab start to push up from the back. As the blacks’ defence dropped deeper Dave went for goal. Unfortunately, he launched his shot into the lower atmosphere only for it to be shot down over the Mediterranean by the Spanish air defence systems. It seemed like a good idea at the time. The reds continued to press for an equaliser, with everyone having a go at shooting over the bar. However, this left Gary free to run into space and score a great goal on the break to seal the win. It’s the hope that kills you! Final score Blacks 3-1 Reds.
What a good flowing game, with both teams running as much as they were able to, and very few cases of tackling / fouling. Of course, everyone was knackered at the end.