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Match 1 Report from Dave

Red bibs.

H👮‍♂ Gert🌷
Pete🐟 Dave🦊
Nev🦍 JimH⿮
Bambi🦌
Plus, yet another Dave.

Black bibs

Ken⭐ Terry 🦹🏼‍♂
Boris👨‍🦳Nigal🦬
Ian🧅Walter🐘
Klaus🇸🇪

On a hot Monday morning, the teams took the pitch nearest the bar… 8 players for the Reds, with yet another Dave joining WFS, against 7 players in Black.

On paper, with the extra player, the Reds looks odds on favourites, but that was not to be. In the first period, Nigel 🦬 scored a good goal from distance down low to the right.. with Pete🐟 saving the next effort with a strong left hand.

Into the second period, Dave🦊 scored a volley to the top right with Ian🧅in goal defending himself rather than saving the shot.

Nigel 🦬 and Terry have now started to control the game with Ian 🧅out on the right playing well.

H, in goal for the Reds, made 2 brave saves in goal, denying Terry🦹🏼‍♂ a goal and a good save from Ian🧅.

Against the run of play, Gert🌷 scored a goal from the right…Reds 2-1 up…

Into the 3rd period, Nigel🦬 scored his second for the Blacks who were now getting on top. Klaus🇸🇪 in goal, was making some crucial saves with all parts of his body, and with Terry🦹🏼‍♂ calling for any alteration, the Blacks took control through WFS very own Jimmy Greaves… Ken⭐… he scored 3 quick goals, all taken in style.

In the last period, Gert🌷and Jim⿮ combined with a tidy move, for Jim⿮ to score a good goal…

The Blacks ran out worthy winners 5-4… The defeated Reds made the short climb to the bar to drown their sorrows…

 

Match highlights from both games on our Youtube channel, details on the front page or here https://www.youtube.com/@WFSBenalmadena

Match 2 Report from Rory

The late withdrawal through injury by Alvin allowed a last-minute substitute Alex, to enter the fray, giving the blacks two mister gadgets instead of one (Scandinavian expletive consultant Kaj). If placed together in the middle of the pitch, their legs could extend across the full width of the playing surface, thereby making it almost impossible for the reds to get a shot off on goal. There reds were not short of attacking talent. One-two specialist Dave the owl started deep with Dave the bee in a more attacking role. Kevo played libero with Rory and our Keef establishing a low block. Yoza played as a false number nine, sporting a nifty false beard and moustache. Martin and Dazza were the attacking wingers. Although on paper, it looked like the reds would get hammered, they remained strangely optimistic, naively displaying the triumph of hope over reality.

The blacks had the two powerful Mr Gadgets roaming about the pitch, crushing any semblance of hope that the reds had of seeing the opposition goal. This allowed “tackle from behind” Dave to move out of his usual defensive position into a more advanced role supporting their “key” forward Glyn, who can unlock most defences but singularly fails to find the key to his front door. Hungarian hard man Johnny started in goal, little Alan was Gnonto-ing on the wing, and Laurie settled into midfield. As usual, Steve wandered around without any particular focus other than to see how many disputes he could randomly trigger during the game.

The reds had a surprising amount of early possession, but rather like the mighty Tigers, this predominantly took place a couple of metres in front of their goal. Looks good for the possession stats but does nothing for the scoreboard. The reds managed to fashion a couple of long-range efforts – so long range that by the time they reached the goal, the ball had stopped moving. Still, at this stage, they hadn’t looked like conceding a goal and were retaining their misplaced sense of false optimism. Great effort, unlucky, good shot, for the efforts flying high and wide and once again threatening the survival of the local pigeon population.

Meanwhile, the blacks were starting to get their act together and constructing some nice moves which started to vaguely suggest they might be interested in scoring a goal. Sure enough, Alex and Steve combined well before picking out the very advanced Dave, who was no longer burdened with defensive duties. Free of the constraints of protecting his goal, Dave revealed a touch of Phil Foden as he glided past three defenders and stroked the ball into the corner of the goal. Defo the goal of the day. Reds 0-1Blacks

The reds had done well in the first quarter with one-two Dave running tirelessly and helping to find a way past the legs of the two Mr Gadgets. It’s the hope that kills you. Out of the blue, yet another controversy disrupted the usual tranquillity of the game when the blacks decided they would have a throw-in instead of a corner (or was it a corner instead of a throw-in?). Anyway, the reds stopped play allowing Laurie to cross the ball for Steve to tap into the goal past the boys managing to maintain more than a passing resemblance to the latest collection of statues at the National Archaeological Museum in Athens. Reds 0-2 Blacks

The blacks realised they had been a tad naughty and at the kick off, allowed Rory to run through and side foot the ball past a reluctant Glyn in goal. Reds 1-2 Blacks

Sadly, that was going to remain the highlight of the day for the reds, who despite their valiant efforts and increasingly shrill commands from our Keef, couldn’t contain the energy of the blacks. The blacks passed the ball about well, particularly Alex, and Johnny, the latter proving that good football isn’t yet dead in Hungary. The reds did have a few glimpses of goal with some good efforts from Dave the bee and Rory, which didn’t trouble the keeper. Yoza kept the pigeons on their toes (do pigeons have toes?… Discuss) with his trusty left peg for once letting him down. Kevo went for the spectacular with a full-length diving header at least one inch above the ground. Alex bravely blocked the effort, briefly removing Kevo’s head before screwing it back on to his prostrate body.

The blacks secured victory with a couple of nice goals from Laurie and Kaj to crush any hope the reds had of getting back into it. Final score Reds 1-4 Blacks. Another great workout for the old boys who had to spend five minutes removing the gaffer tape from Steve’s mouth (heading off at least 7 full throttle debates about some aspect of walking football), before we could all head off for a few beers. Many thanks again to John for maintaining law an order and keeping the bad tackles to a minimum.