Time until the next game at Benalmadena Polideportivo
REDS ……1 versus BLACKS ……2
On paper the slower farts game looked evenly matched and as the score line suggested this was very much how the match played out.
The first two quarters ended goalless with some excellent three touch passing from both teams with the Reds arguably having the slightly better chances through Kevo and Audrey who kept the respective Black keepers busy.
However, Sonic for the Blacks for some reason still doesn’t seem to grasp what no contact walking football is about much to the Commanders annoyance, especially when tackling from the back or side.
The third quarter began in much the same fashion before Brian slightly under hit a back pass to H in goal only for Keef as normal to sprint and pounce on the ball hitting it into the back of the net. There was no point in appealing as match referee Breck being the clone of Keef wouldn’t have listened.
The fourth quarter began with the Blacks one goal up before Kevo the aspiring DJ for the Reds scored a cracking goal following a fine passing movement. 1-1 and now all to play for.
The Reds now went looking for the winner with everyone pushing up field when old stager Ken who was having a fine game was suddenly left unmarked near the Reds goal when he received the ball, H in goal advanced to the edge of his area to narrow his choices when from somewhere in a bygone era he chipped the ball over H’s head into the back of the net for a great winning goal.
In the bar afterwards Kevo was adamant it was a fluke and the ball had come off his shin. Ken was having none of it and was adamant he fully deserved the plaudits of his teammates.
For the Blacks Fish was his normal solid self in defence and Dave 🚌 his usual busy self in midfield.
Slow, Slow, Quick, Quick, Slow report by Steve McHugh
In the absence of Rory this week it was automatically assumed there wouldn’t be a match report for the faster slow game on Halloween Monday. However, although the Black team claimed a 6-6 draw with the Reds, a certain incident was discussed at length in that most hallowed and sacred arena of public debate and judgment, the bar.
The incident in question was a penalty rightfully awarded to the Black team. Big Al took the kick, hit the post and promptly knocked in the rebound. Now, as you all know, this writer isn’t one to argue so the matter was referred to the closest thing we have to a United Nations Tribunal, i.e. our resident Scotsmen, Dundonian Mick and Glaswegian Dave.
After much debate between Mick and Dave, most of which was utterly unintelligible to anyone south of Hadrian’s Wall (what the heck is a “fillum”?), the final score was agreed to be 6-5 to the Reds as IFAB’s ‘Law 14: The Penalty Kick’ clearly states the “kicker must not play the ball again until it has touched another player.”
https://www.thefa.com/football-rules-governance/lawsandrules/laws/football-11-11/law-14—the-penalty-kick
So, final score was adjusted to Reds 6 – 5 Blacks. Maybe.
Over and out