Man in the Dugout reports 2000-01
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Could this Be The Year? Reports 2002-03
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The Greatest Football Tournament in the World
2004-2005: Attack of the Minty Badgers
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2005-06: When badgers learn to fly
Street Talk
Knee-Jerk Reaction: Ben's Countdown to Germany 2006
Bolz WM Gonzo Diary
Pre-Seasonal Tension
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Plumbing new depths
Direkt Von Dem Dugout - Koln 2007
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Welcome to our Street
Welcome, football fans around the world. Due to the inadequacies of our free website, you have reached the reports for season 2000-01. For more recent reports, scroll down the box on the left. For those nostalgia freaks among you, read on. |
Alternative report from 'Our man in the dugout'
In a pulsating 11-goal thriller, young bloods Union Street FC found themselves victims of some cruel luck and a downright shockingly well-maintained pitch. The resultant defeat was only their second this season, with many signs to indicate that the glory days are just around the corner.
A bystander commented: "Only some heroic defending by the Nuffield Arms kept them in the game to be fair to the lads - all credit to them, they're a useful outfit, but you'd go a long way to see a more inspired performance than those boys in the red and white stripes. Full credit to the newcomers."
Look out , teams of the RT Harris Division 1, those Union Street boys may yet surprise us all. |
Community Churches Clash - Our man in the dugout reports
A DESERVED, IF NARROW VICTORY FOR UNION STREET - THEIR FIRST OF THE SEASON - must surely be just around the corner on the evidence of this display. In a match which was only one goal away from being a draw, Union Street outshone the opposition with the kind of performance that stretched beyond the imagination of even this devoted follower.
Tenacity in the tackle, telepathic link-up play, and five-star shape retention were the difference between the teams, sadly not reflected in the result. The impregnable defence of Union Street saw its ramparts breached only the once.
The evidence is clear to anyone willing to look with a slight squint for long enough that Union Street are on the verge of greatness, and what a delightfully well-maintained verge it is too. |
Aston La Vista Baby - our man in the dugout talks tough
FINALLY, WE AE SEEING THE FRUITS OF OUR EARLY SEASON 'TRAINING GAMES' AS WE PROVE OURSELVES A MATCH FOR ONE OF THIS DIVISION'S MOST TALENTED SIDES. These were the thoughts of the boys of Aston FC after 40 minutes of their gruelling match against Union Street on Saturday 30th Sep. The Street's legendary ball skills and record-breaking aggregate age were really coming into their own in this game, but Aston were just managing to hold on at one apiece.
Then lady luck struck with the kind of devastating consequences experienced on a regular basis only by Union Street FC and the passengers on Greek ferries. Aston somehow clinched the game with not one but six more strikes deep into the heart of the Street's net. Each goal was like a freak stab wound to this correspondent's vital organs: unexpected, unwelcome, and undeserved.
Yes, there will be Union Street players looking long and hard into their bathroom mirrors in the morning, thinking "Oh no, I've nicked the top off that mole on my chin again", but the discomfort will be as nothing compared to the pain endured on that pitch at Cutteslowe Park.
This game marks a turning point for the Street. Like the old song says, the only way is up |
Cup the Crap - Our Man in the Dugout - for what Tetsworth
A day of mixed emotions for Union Street. With the side decimated by injuries and international commitments, Street's Neil 'Mr Fixit' Murphy faced a tough morning on Saturday 7th Oct. Negotiating to allow Street some relief from their punishing fixture pile-up was never going to be easy, but somehow he pulled it off. End result being Union Street have been excused from a minor, or was it junior, cup competition so they can concentrate on furthering their support for the FA's World Cup 2006 bid.
Whilst the wisdom of this decision cannot be in doubt, this correspondent felt a degree of sympathy for the Tetsworth lads and their fans. Saturday would have been the highight of the careers of many in their team - an opportunity to test themselves against some of Union Street's, if not the world's, finest. Who knows, some of them might even have had dreams of causing a legendary upset.
But it was not to be. The eleventh hour decision left Tetsworth FC and their rain-sodden pitch high and dry. Hats off to 'Mr Fixit', and roll on next Saturday. |
The Battle of Jericho - Our Man in the Dugout Mixes the Mortar
Doug Hobbs - he was some kind of a man. The Doug Hobbs Memorial trophy - that is some kind of an RT Harris Division 1 Cup competition. With a 100% record in this tournament, Union Street FC had every reason to be brimful of confidence going into the tie against AFC Jericho Reserves.
What no-one could have foreseen before the game, however, did in fact happen. Union Street lost 4 - 0.
There can be no excuses. Union Street were again decimated by injuries to key players . There was no official referee, so the Jericho coach handled the game with a unique style. The pitch cut up somewhat, which proved detrimental to the Street's natural passing game. Chances galore just failed to fall Union's way. The rub of the green went against them. These were factors in the result, not excuses.
Hope springs eternal, and next week will bring hope and, hopefully, glory to this most unlucky of teams. Here's hoping. |
Small Faeces in North Oxford - Man in Dugout turns psychedelic
(1) O'er the bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under clear blue skies
To Cutteslowe Park, that's where I've been
(Chorus)
(What did you do there?) I got high
(What did you feel there?) Well, I cried
(But why the tears there?) Tell you why
It's all too predictable (rpt)
(Bridge)
I felt inclined to blow my mind
While watching a win for the Street
They all came out to groove about
But suffered a 6-1 defeat
It's all too predictable....
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Mudbath Mayhem - Our man is Dug Out
Remember those carefree, innocent days of childhood? No? Neither do I, but a lot of people tell me that they spent an inordinate amount of time in those days writhing around in mud. Indeed, they still enjoy watching scantily clad individuals doing the same to this day. Fair play to them.
Had they happened upon a small field somewhere between Witney and Ireland on Saturday, they would have really been in luck. Hippos would have drowned in the goalmouth at Aston FC.
With conditions militating against their free-flowing, continental-system, pass-and-move, wash-and-go, up-and-at-em, on-your-feet-soldier, repellent-yet-compelling, one-up-two-down type of game, the Street were always struggling in this one.
Although unable to demonstrate their usual quality, Street clung on bitterly until half time. With only one goal separating the teams, Aston's tactic of having the pitch watered before, during, and indeed after the interval proved decisive. The latter stages saw a revival in the home team's fortunes, and they slipped and slid their way to a narrow 7 - 0 win.
Aston's hospitality extended to a delightfully piquant post-match curry, and they certainly top the table of RT Harris cuisine. Whether the accompanying rice was home(ground)-grown, we may never know.
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Community Churches fail to convert Dugout Man from Union
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The real teamwork belonged to Union Street. The half-time scoreline (0-0) reflected their lack of luck. When oh when will their fortunes change?
By some miracle, Community Churches ran out 5-0 winners. How? That's what I'd like to know. Any ideas, send them through, fellow Street admirers.
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Look East - A Taste of the Orient for Our Man in the Dugout
Yes, there's an Old Firm game coming up. Ok, so the Geordies and the Mackems were at each other's throats. True, the Mancunians were offering their own provincial sideshow . But there was only one local derby, one main event on Saturday 18th November.
This was it - the one that everyone had been waiting for. The only topic of conversation in the pubs, clubs, shops, launderettes and health centres of Cowley Road all week.It is a long, long time since these two teams have had the opportunity to savour the cauldron-like atmosphere of Sandy Lane West on a wet Saturday in November. Much, much longer than the distance, say, from Union Street to Exeter Hall pub, which is after all only about a 70p bus ride.
The game was choc-a-bloc with heroes on all sides. No quarter was given or offered in either half, and there were more chances than you'd find in a game of Monopoly. But, as has so often been the case so far this season, the luck was against the men of Union Street.
A 2-0 defeat was harsh, but remember, the form book goes out the window, down the road and across the traffic lights in these sort of games. Next week sees a rematch at Cowley Marsh. The crowd will be expectant. This correspondent, for one, senses victory. Will Lady Luck smile at last on the Street??
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Rain on their Parade: Man in Dugout Feels a Drip
The men of Union Street were left disappointed and distraught after their game against East Oxford was called off at 2pm following an eleventh hour downpour. By a cruel twist of fate, this quality Street team never got the chance to take the wrapper off, far less chew the toffee.
Grown men broke down at the news, tears mingling with the incessant rain pouring cold water on their burning fires of passion, stoked by the red-hot poker of last week's defeat at the hands of their fellow basement battlers.
Now they must retreat to their bunkers, have them refilled with coal, and arrange the kindling in their grates in anticipation of the fire next time. Light that fire, lads! And next week ref, let the game commence! |
Revenge is Street - Man in Dugout's Explosive Reaction
Let us all pause for a moment and reflect from our own highly subjective perspectives on the essential futility of our lives: fleeting existences which are as nothing in the apparently endless unwinding of the universe, bound as we are to shuffle off this mortal coil: to sleep, perchance to dream....
I write to you from my bed in the intensive care unit of the Ron Atkinson Burst Brain Injury Department (RABBID), Greater Leys Cottage Hospital. Following the mind-blowing events at Sandy Lane West on Saturday 2nd December 2000, your correspondent suffered major internal head injuries attempting to describe to a passing dog-walker what had occurred.
To put it in a nutshell, Union Street FC, those new boys of the RT Harris League, became new men.
Strike one: Gem da Silva looped a header back over the keeper from a trademark Mozley cross. 1-0 to the Street......Eh?
Strike two: Silky skills from their Italian stallion Andrea di Stefano - he chips it in and its met four-square by that man Mozley again. Robson's loss is the Street's gain, 2-0.....What??
Then they got a lucky one.
Strike three: pressure cooker attacking from Street sees the seal crack and the steam gush out of East Oxford's defence: own goal, 3-1......Nurse!
Half time, and our boys cannot let this slip, or can they?
Wave after wave of Eastern attacks, it was like Stalingrad in the Street penalty area, except that was the other way round for the Russians because of course the Nazis attacked from the West. They get another. 3-2.
Five minutes to go, can the Street hold on? Wait a minute, Buckland slides one into Howard's path, he slots it home ...GOAL! 4-2........oh no ! Not Again!
(Doctor's note: Dugout Man has suffered a relapse. hopefully he will be back for next week's game. Meanwhile, he asked me to mention that there will be a parade of a piece of cardboard with 4-2 written on it in Union Street some time soon, so keep an eye out). |
Cavalier Breakdown - Man in Dugout's Piston Broke
 | Union Street greeted the new millenium after their mid-winter break by the sea on Port Meadow with a hearty laugh and a cheery halloo. However, the smile was soon wiped from their faces by the performance of perhaps the most inept individual ever to don the black garb of that most revered of officials - I mean of course the Union Street linesman.
As I understand it this was his first game that he had presided over this season. He is known throughout the league as a completely useless sod, and is lucky to be given houseroom at the annual linesmen's Christmas flag-in, but somehow he ended up at the Street-Cavalier clash on Saturday. His petty, school-marm attitude did nothing to endear him to either team.
The game was an utter shambles with players frequently confused by his incessant and unnecessary flag-waving allied to poor communication skills and a lack of knowledge of the rules of the game. For example, what other linesman would give a free kick for timewasting at a goal kick, when anyone could tell them that the ball is dead until the goal kick is taken?
The stop-start nature of the game denied Street the opportunity for free-flowing fooball, and they lost 6-0.
A complaint has been lodged with the appropriate authorities - and I have been personally assured that this dictatorial no-brain will not wave another flag in anger at the Street boys this season. He needs telling: The last century was the one for evil dictators, so get with that millenium bug and chill, you uptight sadist. |
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Last Man Standing - The Late Man in the Dugout
There are still a few football fans old enough to remember with nostalgia the days when matches started at 3.00 on a Saturday. I am one such fan. Time for a gentle morning stroll to the local and few 'constitutionals' before staggering up to the game in an optimistic frame of mind. I have managed to cope with the trendy earlier kickoffs of the the RT Harris League for the sake of Union Street, but I fear that this weekend things went too far.
For years now, we have put up with Mr Murdoch dictating the times of crucial encounters in the premiership, but the Junior Challenge Cup, second round, is quite a different matter. Union's fixture against against the mighty Beckley Sports FC was always going to be the plum tie, but does that justify a 1.30 kick off? Not in my book.
Someone had to take a stand, so I turned up at 3.00 - THE PROPER TIME FOR A FOOTBALL MATCH - in protest at this shameful state of affairs. Sadly, I have little of substance to report on the game itself. Street showed their usual touches of class, matching the opposition in every department, but they were by that time already 6-2 down, and there were no further additions to the scoreline.
If you have any messages of support for my democratic upholding of tradition, please leave them on the message board or in the guestbook. Let's harness the power of the information highway to get Messrs A Gray, R Keys etc (yes, you know who you are!) to think again.
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Nuffield lord it - for 20 minutes. Man in Dugout in frosty mood
On a rock hard pitch, but for some silly mistakes and a few unlucky misses, Street would have won this game. As it was, their performance against Nuffield Arms was a 100% immeasurable improvement from when the teams last met.
The Union men were in well balanced frame of mind throughout the game, and only 20 minutes of madness in the first 45, where they conceded 4 goals, let them down. Indeed, they were undoubtedly the better side in the second half, and the final score of 5 - 1 did them no favours whatsoever.
Sidelined by an embarassing personal injury, captain Neil Murphy gave his view exclusively to 'the man in the dugout': "It hurt like hell, but there is plenty for the team to get their teeth into." Let's hope that with his fellow players' support, we will soon see him back in the famous red and white shirt. |
Street's Sweet Clean Sheet - Our Man In The Dugout Washed Up
Make no mistake, this was no easy victory. North Oxford Reserves are one of the top teams in the league, and in a game that had absolutely no significance for either team in terms of points (a dead-rubber Doug Hobbs clash) a 3-0 triumph to the Street will give a Cadbury-like boost to their morale.
This team are proving their mettle with every passing game, that of course being their strength as it were. Allied to their one-touch they have developed a defence which, with the superb Rob between the sticks, is establishing a reputation as one of the meanest in the division. Hitting the target at the sharp end is looking deceptive. In a simple way.
Like so many other great teams of the past and present, Union Street soaked up 50 minutes of Northerners' pressure only to deflate them with three beautifully worked goals, all finished with aplomb by the unselfish and ever positive hat-trick hero Safraz.
To quote the mighty KLF, It's Grimm Up North. And in the one that matters next week, I predict no fairy tale turnaround for those North boys. Street's ahead on points. |  |
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Donnington Rocked - Dugout Man endures return of status quo
Street started this game with one of the fastest goals this or any other league has ever seen. From the kick-off, a pinpoint pass was met by Andrea who blasted the ball into the net of a shell-shocked North Oxford team.
However, Street are unused to holding a lead in front of a capacity crowd. Elementary errors meant that, despite a super strike in the second half from Mozley, the North had their revenge running out 4-2 winners.
North's superbly hospitable clubhouse, offering a full range of beverages, sandwiches and a function room (available for hire at £10/hour) went some way to making up for Street's dismay.
Encouraging team news for Street though, as despite their increasing injury list, they have secured a coup in the youth market, signing two talented twenty year-olds this week. Secrecy surrounds the deal, but the man in the dugout, as ever got the full story from the horse's mouth. Quizzed politely by me, chairman Keith Birnie explained: "It's none of your business, tabloid scum." You have to hand it to the man, he looks after his youngsters.
Street have a rosy, if mysterious future. |
Last but not Leys - Winter Draw's on for man in the Dugout
In a game full of incident, starting with a striptease by a Union Street player on the sidelines despite the availability of luxury changing rooms, the Street came away from the Pegasus Road Stadium with the point that was the least they deserved. This was Street's most organised, composed, and committed performance of the season, and that's saying something.
Two goals apiece at the death was a relief for B-b Leys Res, having gone in at half-time 2-0 down. They continued to go in after the break, but in a rather more 'wholehearted' manner. The scrappy nature of the game suited Leys more than Street, and they somehow scraped two goals in the last half-hour.
Street take everything from this game: they played the better football, wore the better shirts, discussed the more important issues of the day. They came, they saw, they picked up a crucial point.
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Village Life sends Street to Sleep - Man in the Dugout Dreams On
Picture this: rolling hills leading down to historic Otmoor; a glorious sunny day in early spring; the distant chirrup of a fieldfare in harmony with the low murmur of the muckspreader. This most quintessentially rural setting was the backdrop to a thrilling and totally dominant performance by Beckley Sports, who ran out 5-0 winners.
Street's hosts for the day were in control of the game from the off, with the Street looking uncharacteristically slow and cumbersome. This mystified your humble reporter, until he realised that the Street 's blend of 'streetwise' savvy and urban angst was totally ill-suited to the environment in which they found themselves.
Seduced by the almost mystical atmosphere of country life, Union's players were reduced to a state of sublime tranquility ill-suited to the playing of competitive football. The midfield in particular seemed to be asleep, and unwilling or unable to string two passes together.
Now that I have identified Beckley's secret weapon, the Street will hopefully be better prepared for their next trip there. I suggest arriving at the ground at least 5 days in advance to allow the players time to acclimatise to the conditions, with gradual exposure to the sounds and scents of the landscape. Possibly also gas masks and ear defeneders could be used during the game itself, if not explicitly forbidden under FA regulations.
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Street Shot Down - Man in the Dugout Flies Undone
Union Street may strive for the highest heights. up where the air is clear, up through the atmosphere, but they could not match the Cavalier altitude in this cloud-pleasing encounter.
In the first half, Cavalier fired a fuselage of shots at the Street goal, and Gem 'The Gem' da Silva, deputising for Rob 'The Body' Body between the sticks, was proving himself a sound barrier, keeping Street in the game. Cavalier were jumbo to Street's microlite though, and their 3-0 half-time lead was well deserved. Union's loss of captain Neil 'Chopper' Murphy before the break with a suspected airline fracture compounded their woe. Thankfully these fears proved unfounded, but the ankle is still very soar.
Street shuttled things around after the break, and the new formation showed more mettle, fatigued though the players were. Union's Buttland gave Street hope, firing home a rocket from the edge of the box with the Cav goalie flapping at it. Ultimately, this high-pressure game finished 5-1, propelling Cavalier towards the top of division one and leaving Street grounded at the bottom.
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Foot and Mouth Report -Man in the Dugout Soaked in Disinfectant
Forced to play in the midst of a rural epidemic and rooted to the foot of the table, Union walked into the mouth of the lion, never mind his den. Having been soundly trampled on by Beckley in their two previous encounters, Street eschewed their previous tactics. Stepping up to play the offside is a tasty move in the right circumstances. But needs must, and with their experience of the pacy Beckley forwards, Union opted for a deeper defensive position on the lip of the penalty area.
The move proved successful, with Street's solid defence bringing Beckley to heel, although hearts were in mouths early doors when Beckley took the lead after some toe-curlingly uncharacteristic Street defending. That resulted in a tongue-lashing from stand-in captain Mark '1-2-3-4-5' Ginsburg. Street responded, and the goal proved to be Beckley's sole opportunity. Street set about their trademark one-touch - a mouth-watering spectacle for the many neutrals.
Try as they might , Street just could not find Beckley's achilles heel. They would have given their eye-teeth for a point, but they should not be discouraged by this solid display.
Two other positive notes: Street did not have to foot the usual bill for the pitch as Beckley offered theirs at a discount. Also, both teams escaped any bookings, despite some silly mouthing off between players. |
Aston Village Eat their Words - Dugout Man Eats Their Rice
All this week I have been getting the lowdown on the most distant satellite in the solar system that is the RT Harris Oxford City FA first division.
A cold and hostile environment, it is only in the last 50 years that the village was discovered by men called scientists. For many years after that it was considered incapable of supporting sentient life forms. Many Americans were discovered there. Eventually they interbred with neighbouring colonies from Brize Norton along with a scattering of brave pioneers - rough mining and cattle men from further a field like Ducklington and Yelford.
After a few more years their numbers were such that they formed their own football team, and their descendants play on to this day. The unique racial blend serves them well for the game we cherish, possessed as they are of lightning quick forwards and big-boned defenders. Almost unbeatable at this level, they had trounced Union Street on their two previous encounters.
With one of their own refereeing the match, and on their familiar lunar landscaped pitch, they were brimful of confidence approaching this encounter. Indeed, you could say their cup runneth over, for the talk among ther kind in the pub before the game was of 7 (seven) in their favour.
The reality was, shall we say, somewhat different. Street gave Aston the scare of their lives, hitting the bar, missing a penalty, and having numerous other chances in one of their most solid and dogged displays of the season. Only two highly fortuitous first-half goals with the solar winds behind them allowed Aston to leave the field with a semblance of dignity.
The next two weeks are six-pointers for the Street. Cometh the hour cometh the team. Cowley expects...
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Gutted - Man in the Dugout Spills His
When oh when will the luck change?
After 89 minutes of sheer hell, Union Street could have been forgiven if their minds were beginning to turn to warm showers and heaving platters of isotonic sandwiches courtesy of North Oxford Res. They had out-battled and dourly stood firm against wave after wave of North attacks, and still their lines had not been breached.
A slog in the mud is rarely a pretty sight for the neutral, and the Street can be as ugly as sin when the need arises. But once more luck cruelly played the trump card, and North prevailed with a last-gasp winner.
North triumphant, Street inconsolable. But hang on Street, do not despair. Compare these statistics:
___________________________ P-W-D--L--F--A--Pts
First 3 games of season____ 3--0--0--3--1-18--0
Last 3 games______________ 3--0--0--3--0--4--0
I'm sure you'll agree, the facts speak for themselves. Come on Union!
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Damned if you Do... - Man in the Dugout Reports
 | Team captain Neil Murphty decided to take the Union Street squad away from the hurly-burly of the RT Harris League for a couple of weeks of tropical sunshine in Botley. Looking relaxed and refreshed, the team played a friendly against the Community Churches 2nd team, and ran out comfortable winners by 3-2.
Bespectacled Mark Ginsburg endeared himself to the Christians when he gave them an extremely questionable penalty 5 minutes from time, but Gem da Silva got Ginsburg out of jail with his team-mates, saving magnificently.
To me the team looked as hot and as sharp as a LemSip, ready to face whatever April may throw at them.
Rumours are rife in today's Sunday papers that the mystery buyers of the Manor ground, so long a matter of speculation locally, are in fact none other than a the founding fathers of Union Street FC. Their initial stake in the club, shrewdly invested by the treasurer, has shown such a return that they were able to make Oxford Utd a sensible offer, which I understand has been accepted subject to the stock market going up as well as down. |
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Chewin' the Phat - Man, Rokit in the Dugout
Union Street continue to meet Saturday football culture head-on with their authentic and inimitable 'Street' style.
Their latest innovation this week featured the breaks and beats of Dr Love pulsing the safe decks and system of Marky Mark. Sandy Lane Changing Rooms have certainly never heard a gig like it, and the funk was carried on to the pitch as Union set about dismantling Jericho Reserves.
On a good passing surface, Union were only 2-1 behind with 15 minutes to go. Dominating the game now, a chip from Ali bounced agonisingly off the inside of the Jericho post. Then the rains came, and any hope Street had of saving the game was washed away as the pitch turned to a skating rink. They finished 4-1 the worse, and with East Oxford's unexpected win against Beckley they will finish bottom of the table.
Heads up though Street! There is still a double to be done over the East after Easter - the flavors will be sweeeeeeeeeet.
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Reuter's Cramp - The Bare Bones From the Dugout
Dateline: 21st April, 2.30pm.
Location: Roman Way Sports and Social Facility
Pitch: Like a New College Choirboy's
Weather: Likewise
Opposition: East Oxford
Status of Fixture: Derby, but Meaningless
Formbook: Out the Window
Street Highlight: Gem's Goalkeeping
Sledging Standard: Shavian
Ref's Rating: The Boy Done Good
H/T: 3-1 Favouring the East
F/T: 4-1 " " "
Shower Quality: ***1/2
Dugout Verdict: Like last night's curry, this fixture had all the right ingredients for a spicy encounter, but having failed to reach boiling point for more than a few minutes, left me feeling sickened.
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Street Defy the Drop - Man in the Dugout Was There
Just as Sir Elton sang 'Don't let the son go down on me', so the Street refused to let their heads go down in this end-of-season showcase of footballing talent against the Jericho Res.
Their performance in this final league fixture of 2000/2001 was remarkable in may ways. Having kept the suspiciously fit young Jericho midfield and forwards at bay for at least 20 minutes, Street committed what has become one of their habitual sins of conceding 2 quick goals.
Fortune favours the brave, unless of course we are discussing the Union men. Try as they might , and despite a purple patch in the second half, they ran out %-0 losers.
Losers perhaps, but only in the sense that they lost. They are in so many other ways the winners over what has been a turbulent and highly entertaining season. Your nominations for what awards they might , either as a team or indivdually be entitled to, are sought. Please click on 'Awards' for a few suggestions, and leave your own in the guestbook.
Look out for further news from the Street throughout the close season, but for now,thank you for all your support, this is the Man in the Dugout signing off.
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