Another beautifully La costa ventosa morning. A group of not in their prime footballers took to the pitch dreaming of past long forgotten glory. The teams included lads from the visiting team of Red Kites. Not sure if that’s a places or their choice of name for their club. 

Reds consisting of Steve  megaphone, who I like to call Mark, in goal, Fred twinkles toes the wandering tourist and back from the demolition derby big man Graham at the back. Welsh Steve not Tom Joned and hooverboar Kevo in  the middle.There was a Brian and Mike for Red kites not sure who was who. Another Mike who’s seemingly returning from somewhere up front and of course leading the charge the Bambster always encouraging his fellow strugglers. Blacks consisted of Sean of the nine toes in goal, Walter’s our wandering, texting, adventurer and Pete always fishing at the back. Dave the owl, I can’t stop scoring and Mr New shoulder Kev up front. There was a no show Scot named Dave so Ton was transfer for a nominal fee to black where he hugged the wing like DonalTrump hugged the flag. 

Paul the blonde early 70’s hair style opened the scoring with a grass cutting shot into the lower corner. Black were dominating the play controlling the ball until a combination between Kev and David owl left David open in front of goal which be slotted home. 2-0 Blacks. Black had a scoring chance after your truely in goal palmee a shot into the path or feet of Returing player Mike. But Mike’s dancing feet fail to make adequate contact with the ball and I scooped it up on second attempt. The next score or non score came when David the owl worked his way thru the red defensve after some failed clearance attempts by Fred and co. But in his excitement before slotting home he took one too many touches which Kevo was only to happy to rat him out to the ref and the goal was disallowed. Blacks then went three up again it was our man in black Dave the owl dancing and prancing and putting the ball in the Reds net. The game kind of lulled a bit in the 3rd quarter with Reds threatening but lacking any finishing. Steve the megaphone came out of goal to add to their attacking threat and combined with Kevo, on his hooverboard, to create some opportunities. Reds final got on the score sheet after 

Kevo springs into action he and Steve, not Mark combined to open up the blacks defense and Kevo fires into the goal passed Fish.3-1 Blacks. This goal and Bambi’s inspirational repartee failed to ignite that spark in the reds they needed. Walter was everywhere throwing his mind, body and some say , his soul, into blocking every shot and soirée the Reds enjoyed into the black’s territory. Dave the owl added two more goals with assistance from Kev, Ton and Paul Red Kites guy. The score was 6-1 going into the final 1/4. Then

what should have been a high ball from Kevo took a horrible deflection off the back of Sean’s head, the 2nd tallest man on the field. Completely bamboozling Fish in goal 6-2 Reds. Kev with his new shoulder took a pass from Paul Red Kites guy and slotted home for Blacks 7th. Then of course the Man of the match Sheffields Ronaldo got the final goal to end it 8-2. Unfortunately this reporter was unable to hang around to report on the gloating and abuse on the Patio bar after this amazing encounter. His lift to Los Boliches had some emergency gardening to attend to. Once again the game was played in a sporting matter. No one was chastised by ref or sin binned. The ref did his best when he put his mind to it. Which was about 2/3rd of the time. Til next time!