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WHICH SEASON IS THIS THEN??
Sunday July 18 2004
For the second year running we supported the Dartmouth 5s with two teams. Lee, Sharon, Geno, Claire, Lucy & Kel were supposed to be playing as Old Fallopians, with Ness, Gravy, Eve, Hayley, Gaynor and Caz appearing as Women of Mass Destruction. In the end Lobby on the microphone got us so confused we didn't know if we were on our ar*es or Tuesday. Our first game was the two teams playing each other. Fortunately (speaking from the Fallopian viewpoint) we scored in the first 30 seconds, almost before Ness had realised we'd kicked off. She spent the next ten minutes keeping without mishap & the 'A' team won 1-0. Except the referee marked it 1-0 to the 'B' team. Which is where Lobby lost the plot (bless 'im). Well done ref, hope the sunburn ain't too bad this year & see ya at training Tuesday guv. (Well actually I'll see him when he comes home from work but that's another story, thrillseekers.) The 'B' team won a few, lost a few, might have drawn one & finished midtable. The 'A' team lost to Line 'Em Up Barman (aka Totnes Town) & then went on to contest the final with them. This time it was goalless in normal & extra time but we lost 4-3 on penalties, sod it. Still, they didn't beat us in the game this time.
And sorry, Dartmouth, it was me that drowned the changing room floor. The shower head just had a mind of it's own. Really sorry.
We'll be back!!!!
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Thursday 20 May 2004
GALMPTON SCORE FOUR GOALS - AND STILL WIN
What is this sensation? I hear the whole team ask. Well, ladies, it's called w-i-n-n-i-n-g. Thanks to everyone who broke into their summer to go to Liverton. They wanted to know whether their new team should take the plunge and join the league next season, and I think our attitude won us a few fans there! The surroundings there are definitely very English rolling countryside, but which muppet actually thought that Trago Towers was a real castle? Eh??
On a hard and bumpy pitch we played some good football, and the run out did everyone's confidence no end of good - on both sides. Playing two halves of two halves (work that one out), Lucy got the first goal, well at least it looked like her through the cloud of dust kicked up off the sandy goalmouth, but hey it's nearly June & we'd be moaning if it had been mud. Liverton held their defence lines for the second quarter, then Lu got a second, and Gaynor got on the scoresheet. Late in the game Kel got the ball in the net after a great passing move.
Embarrassing moment of the night? Sharon going to the pre-match toss-up, only to be greeted by her opposite number saying, "Hello, Miss". Pupils can be so polite.
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Sunday 4 April 2004
ARGYLE FRIGHTENED BY REED GOAL
Argyle frightened? I was terrified when that ball crossed the line, having to plug my ears with my fingers double-quick or risk losing my hearing from all that girly screaming. Picture it: early in the second half. The ball was played out of defence and down to the right side of midfield. From there it was pushed in towards Gaynor who took on and beat the defender. Looking up, she saw the keeper off her line and opted to chip the ball. The keeper was left grasping at thin air as the ball sailed over her outstretched fingers and dropped into the back of the net.
Oh, and Argyle scored fourteen.
So, that's that as far as this season goes, praise be. We've done brilliantly to stay with it throughout the season, despite going out each week with the nagging feeling that we might just lose again. Here's to the summer break and maybe we can win a few, lose a few, next season. (By the way Gaynor got Gromit and Ness claimed Noddy.)
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Sunday 7 March 2004
ANOTHER VAMPIRES' CHANGING ROOM
With three, yes, count 'em, THREE, subs, it was a good job we weren't changing in some of the places we've been this season. Unfortunately the floor was a bit wet and Jules still isn't sure that the damp on the bench was only muddy water ...
Early on we took the game to Totnes, some of whom thought they were going to take us apart (so yar boo sucks, whoever you were). They were very much on the back foot and if only we'd rained in a few more shots. They started to push forward, eventually, and it was 2-0 at half time. Lee came off at this point, having contributed some damn good throw-ins but bug*er all else - probably still worrying about the semi-comatose Guv'nor Bazza she'd left at home (no, not alcohol, but a trip to Torbay Hospital 24 hours previously trapped in a neck brace and on a spinal board after HIS football match)(and fortunately sent home with no broken bones). Geno replaced her at full-back & Lee replaced Asst. Guv Gary on the line. Totnes still looked the more inspired but were restricted to one further goal in the second half. Rach & Jackie replaced 'Hattie' Hayley and Glo Gaynor, Jackie making both her debut, and her presence felt, on one or two Totnes defenders!
Afterwards we had a post-match session of team bonding, well, a chat outside the changing room until someone rolled up with the key. Ness got Gromit for some nifty handling in goal and Gaynor got Noddy, again. Something about him suiting her, but it wuz only on a txt msge.
Vampire changing room? No bloody mirrors!
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Sunday 29 February 2004 FOR SALE: 30 PIECES OF CHARCOALWhat a beautiful day. The sun shone (good breeding prevents me from saying from where or indeed out of whose it shone) and it was quite warm for a winter's afternoon. Exeter Uni had a full side, and we even had substitutes. Well, substitute. Gary had a football tournament in Bristol, or Bath, or Midsomer Norton, or somewhere, and failed to leave adequate cooking instructions for the post-match food and, as he's not here to protest, we're blaming him for what followed. In the absence of Geno, Karen "The Hand" made her return - at centre-back, and Sharon attempted to fill the Captain's armband. Eight weeks of dieting meant she ended up wearing the armband around her SOCK because it kept slipping down her sleeve. Macca made herself available & the overall result was a cracking performance from the team. A goal-less first half meant that we had actually played over 90 minutes without conceding a goal, and who would've thought THAT would happen last October? Sophie came on for Lee after 60 minutes & it took Exeter Uni another ten minutes or so before they got a goal. A late attack brought them their second - but 2-0? We're getting better. Meanwhile back at the clubhouse ..... Lee detected the heady waft of burning as she staggered back to the changing rooms, and was worried enough to check whether the handle of the kitchen door was hot before opening it! When the door opened and the smoke whooshed out into the clubroom, and she couldn't see from one end of the kitchen to the other because of it, she formed the opinion that maybe the sausages were off the menu. The smoke was quite a nice purply grey colour but when the sausages were extracted from the oven they looked like Renaissance-quality charcoal, the sort of thing Leonardo da Vinci might have drawn a nice cartoon with. (Sorry, smoke inhalation makes you go off on one like that.) By this time of course the sun was lazily sinking below the horizon and it was getting bloody cold, and the inside of the clubhouse got even colder on opening all the windows, and doors. The community-fried chips were quite pleasant though. Sharon picked up Gromit for the week for "leading by example", and a damn fine game she had too. Hayley the Hatwearer was awarded the coveted Noddy of the week for picking up the ball when Ness had taken the trouble to pass it to her from a goal kick. Hayley, luv, if you weren't wearing that silly bloody hat you'd hear people screaming at you not to pick it up.
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Sunday22 February 2004 STOP PRESS: MAN SEEN IN URINAL AT THE MOD PITCHPitch directions excellent. Changing accommodation looked excellent. The only problem being we could have had that synchronized swimming gala before kick off this week, as the beautifully-finished changing room floor was flooded from "yesterday's match". And the guy who told us that was a DETECTIVE. I'm not D&C Constabulary-trained but Confucius he say 'running showerhead, steam in the shower room, 18 inches of water on floor denote team on the plot far more recently than yesterday'. Try the Sunday morning rugby team, Sergeant. Plus the shower room was walk-through to the other changing room and the outside door, as well as the loos. I suppose the MOD made it that way so any sports-mad service personnel taking a shower (or a cr*p) when hostile forces invade the changing block, had the opportunity to flee unnoticed out through a second door .... Or maybe not. The pitch was a tad bumpy in places, yet rolled to concrete and clay in the 6-yard box. Although not very narrow, it was very short. Either that or my eyesight's improved rapidly. Argyle Res came at us at about 100 mph and by half time we were 6-0 down. This of course included the now-becoming-traditional own goal, this week starring your own, your very own ..... Geno. By all accounts it was an excellent effort. Sadly I did not see it as I had carelessly left my ankle unprotected for 6 millimetres at the bottom of my shinpad, an Argyle forward had skilfully found this weak spot and kicked 7 bales out of it, causing me to slump to the ground with my ankle feeling like someone was setting fire to chilli peppers embedded in my skin. Nice ... Then we turned around, Kel dropped back into defence and the ten of us (including Soph up against players who used Galmpton players as brakes, running into us to stop instead of using muscles like anybody else would, Gravy struggling with her knee, and Lee temperature101F and feeling like death) - so yes, TEN, held out against the Argyle eleven-plus-three-subs & drew the second half 0-0. After a marathon drive around the haunted wing of Plymouth we eventually were able to park a generous quarter-mile away from the target pub and pigged out on genuine Ginsters pasties and sausage rolls. (Not to be mistaken for the sublime unavailable Ivor Dewdney ones.) PS That vanilla Mudshake was fab.
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Sunday 1 February 2004 STOP PRESS: HEATWAVE IN NORTH MOLTONThere might have been once, dunno. I've never seen it. From the time we drove up to the "Welcome to North Molton" sign and the first spots of light drizzle grazed the car windscreen, the sun never once showed its face. Well, at least, not until we'd had that sychronized swimming gala in the changing room afterwards, in the five feet depth of water that we wrung out of the kit, and got into the bar. The pitch by the clubhouse on the eastern face looked inviting. However we were playing in the exposed field over the road, on the even more exposed second pitch there. Nikki had made herself available, which took us up to eleven (thanks, Nik) and despite a couple of spirited attempts to pole vault over one of the Devon banks up the side of the road in an effort to escape she was forced to stick out the slightly inclement weather like the rest of us. Personally I knew the day was going to be unpleasant when the first trickle of rain ran down the INSIDE of my shirt after 3 minutes 30 seconds. And if I wanted to take part in a wet Tshirt competition I'd go to Faliraki. By half time we were four down, including an oggie placed with loving precision in the bottom corner by Gravy, from an accidental flick-on by yours truly. The kit was definitely looking a bit wet at this point and Bazza was cursing away, something about a teletubby suit. Gazza was shaking his head, something about a change of clothes. In the second half we conceded only one more goal, and managed a couple of shots ourselves. My boots had water sloshing around inside them, but the view across the southern foothills of Exmoor across to the distant valley was beauty itself. Well, I say it was beauty itself but you couldn't actually see that far, due to the amount of water falling out of the sky between the valley and us. A hot shower awaited us in the changing room. Well, I say it was a hot shower but for some of us the bloody hot water ran out, didn't it Geno????????? Fortunately after a big while the heat got back into the plumbing and my boots were treated to a hot swab-down. Kel took Gromit home for an outstanding performance. Well, I say she took him home, but the truth is she FORGOT to bring him, so was forced to play well enough to retain him for another week. Listen, girl, go to B& Q and buy your own chuffing bath plug. You can't keep him forever. "Gloria" Gaynor keeps Norman Tebbit looky-liky Noddy because she was daft enough to leave him at home as well. Bazza and Gazza (joint motto: "Prepared for anything the weather can throw at us") shared one of the unused sub kits after the match - Baz the shirt & Gaz the shorts and socks. I think they may have got a bit wet on the touchline, but I'm not sure. Either way there was Baz wandering around in a shirt proclaiming Women's Football Is Important, and Gaz loafing nonchalantly around like a Georgie football supporter - dressed for the tropics in temperatures of -5. Howay the management, like! ########################################18 January 2004 THAT BLOKE WITH THE WHISTLE LOOKED FAMILIARMr Smithers off The Simpsons failed to turn up to referee today's game (probably cos of Montgomery Burns, "Smith-errrrrrrrrrs, I need you") so we had to borrow a whistle from a neighbour & get that Hayward bloke to do it. I guess he was a lot better that some we've seen ("Fetch me a towel immediately, I'm going to remove this neck injury victim from the field of play" or "Well it LOOKED like a goal from where I was standing 70 yards away"). Central were a skilful as they usually are but, although we held them better than last time, they were still 5-0 up by half time. Our defence were under pressure a lot of the time, with their midfield usually preventing the ball from moving through to their defence, and just as well for them by the looks of it. In the second half Nikki came on, with her first-choice team without a game, and she is probably completing her 100 lines as you read this, since her other manager turned up to watch the game. Rachel also made her return to the field for her first game this season, having enjoyed the Christmas night out so much ten days ago. (So you think you play like Hattie Jacques? - that doan' impress-a me much). At the end of it all we lost 7-0, a vast improvement on the 13-0 in 66 minutes last October. Lu got her pictures out in the bar. Gravy looked pi**ed, although I'm SURE she wasn't, Lee had a nice line in multiple chins and nose-pickin', as it turned out Hayley was indeed flying all night, and Gaynor wore the expression she had on her face today when she found out just how heavy the crossbar is. I still don't remember getting as far as Stonehenge on the night in question. Maybe Hayley flew there as well and snapped the mystic monoliths. Anyway Kel W took Gromit home for her strong performance this week & "Gloria" Gaynor gives Noddy houseroom this week for her shock & surprise at the weight of the crossbar as it was dumped on the ground after the match. Hey Baz, are you SURE the club didn't weld it to the uprights after all?? ########################################4 January 2004 GALMPTON 0 - 1 O,DEARIE,DEARIE,ME ARGYLEwww.leeleeingoal.co.uk/Imthebigwinnerafterall
We started with nine, Okehampton ten. Before we made it up to eleven Okehampton scored a cracking goal (!) that bounced off someone's shin & dropped back into the net just below the crossbar, still with snow on it. After that, not a lot. We pushed forward a bit and didn't score. They pushed forward a bit and didn't score. Then it was half-time. By then they were beginning to see that a repeat of the 8-0 one-way traffic at their place wasn't going to happen and some of them just couldn't handle it. Funny really, then, that none of their forwards had the wit to try and round the overweight, headache- & flu-ridden stand in keeper. They just kept banging in the shots from ten yards outside the penalty area, and getting even more annoyed when said chubby ol' keeper kept right on saving them! Personally I had a great afternoon. Even the sprained fingers, bent back saving a certain goal (oh, come on, let me have SOME licence) were worth it. But sadly I don't think I'll be getting a Christmas card from that No. 8 next year.
After the game they were so annoyed they guzzled the sausage and chips they were offered in ten seconds flat (fastest some of them had moved all afternoon) and cleared off back to Okehampton. Shame, really, I would've loved to have said goodbye.
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14 December 2003 HOME, HOME TO THE RANGE(RS)
OK, it's December. The season of rain, snow, dark nights closing in early, right? WRONG. Beautiful day, temperature in excess of 10C, sun at eye level, stopping you seeing the ball in the air. Pitch soft but great for playing on.
We did OK for large parts of the game, passing well, operating as a team. Ness dropped a gooly, well, the ball actually, & we were one down. She denies her hair got in her eyes. The second half was another 45 minutes of battling, but Rangers packed another two past us so we ended up losing 3-0.
Lucy took Gromit home, in spirit if not in fact. Macca seems to be holding him to ransom at the moment. Noddy went back home with Ness, and she didn't even drop him when the presentation was made.
The post match went quite well. Rangers stayed & helped us try to clean the Galmpton bar out of alcohol. John Asher from Rangers provided some cakes and mince pies for the food selection ("Just a gesture"). However Galmpton didn't rise to the occasion and do a 'Sherbourne Ladies' by swooping onto the Christmas comestibles and eating the bloody lot, without allowing the away side a crumb-in. (Just ask ex-Rangers player Lee if you want the full story).
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7 December 2003 DISTANT TOILETS 1-0 GALMPTON UNITED
Travelling with the luxury of a full team, and even enough walking registered players for a sub, we excitedly piled into the school cloakroom that serves as the changing accommodation at Salmon Pool Lane. This time one of the naked light bulbs was working - wait a minute, not naked any more, they've added mock crystal lampshades this year. Sadly the heating has had to wait another 12 months. Maybe if we wait long enough I can donate my winter heating allowance.
Once Uni had determined which pitch we were allocated we warmed up (hah, impossible, it was bloody freezing) & took to the field. By half time the score was 4-0 after 45 minutes of mostly defending. Unfortunately the thorny bushes and slightly whiffy pitchside ditch didn't appeal to Julie, who undertook the half-mile round trip to effect immediate alleviation of her urgently ongoing relief requirement situation. Actually on reflection I think the ditch was cleaner than the toilet facilities in the cloakroom. We all hoped it was mud in the pans but, anyway, moving on.
There was a lot of defending going on in the second half, but Exeter Uni only managed one more goal & we finished up 5-0 to the team that beat both Dawlish & Central in the last two weeks. On a positive note we played much better as a team, with a bit more confidence creeping into our play. And on a personal note I managed to stagger through 75 minutes & get substituted without injury forcing it. Whoopidoo.
And whilst being personal may I say Happy Birthday Frank. Despite the fact you spent your 69th birthday playing rugby with the other egg-chasers, without your input I would never have taken up football, or even thought of insisting on a No. 3 shirt all the time.
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23 November 2003 TACTICS R (MOST OF) US
It's OK, we're still here. After our scheduled week off last Sunday, we got an unexpected second idle Sunday. North Molton failed to get enough players to play us, meaning we'll have that trip to look forward to sometime in the New Year.
Instead we met at the Galmpton ground and put into practice some of the points discussed at Tuesday's tactics discussion. Who would have thought a large flat piece of polystyrene and some different-coloured push pins could have been so useful? It was a very good session and shame on you, those who would have been there for the match, but didn't think their team-mates were important enough to come along to a rare outdoor team session instead.
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9 November 2003 ONLY 13? IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?? Despite losing another of the back four - Sharon suffering from flu - which meant the midfield got re-arranged, again, this time we held Dawlish to only 13. Are we getting better, then? Dawlish scored in the first five minutes, and kept the goals coming fairly regularly. Despite the scoreline, Galmpton were trying to play football & not just hoof it as far upfield as possible. Three Dawlish spectators then decided it was perfectly in order to seek shelter from the rain in the HOME dug-out & got completely out of order when invited to leave immediately. Morons. Anyway, back at the football, by half time it was 7-0, leaving us with little chance of turning things around. The second half wasn't much better, plus everyone was wet through from the very heavy showers, so it didn't help when Ness fell to the floor to smother the ball - about half a second late. Goal 12. (She later tried to throw herself in front of a double-decker bus with the shame of it all, but that slipped under her body as well.) The game ended 13-0, with Lee making it through 15 minutes of substitute-dom without sustaining further injury. Whoo-hoo! Gary has now got the sausage-cooking thing off to a fine art & the chips were up to their usual high standard. Macca's performance as central midfielder earned her a week in Gromit's fine company as player of the match. Ness's Gary Sprake imitation (one for our older readers there) was enough to give her the Noddy award.
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2 November 2003 WE CROYDE-A BEEN A CONTENDER ...
Galmpton pulled off another first today - we had four people willing to don a sub's jersey and the No 16 shirt (yes, unbelievable but true) was worn for the very first time.
The game started off at about a hundred miles an hour with both sides having chances. Georgeham & Croyde chased the game all the way & three goals in the last 15 of the first half gave them the upper hand. Sharon felt sorry for them & gave them a helping toe with their second (not as spectacular as the Dawlish oggie m'dear, but very professionally placed just inside the post, leaving Ness with no chance).
The second half was a lot closer but Georgeham grabbed another goal & we were out of the Cup 4-0.
Karen tried her hand at left-back today & walked away with the Gromit Player of the Match award. Barry was awarded Noddy for the first sighting of the yellow Teletubby outfit (now we KNOW winter's a-comin' on).
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26 October 2003 FLY ME TO THE MOON (OR MAYBE WONFORD)
We only had nine fit and/or willing players this week, and were going to play Central FC. They would probably have been far better than eleven players, so shall we just say by half-time we were 11-0 down. Geno made a spirited attempt to get Noddy for the week with a 25-yard free kick that troubled the pigeons in a pine tree near the corner flag more than it did the Central keeper ... The second half was barely ten minutes old when Sharon's toes were pinned to the floor by a Central boot, but Sharon kept on turning. Result, one nicely pulled set of ligaments. She was just getting acquainted with the 4-litre ice cube in the chnging room when the bucket and its contents were potentially needed for Kelly G. In the end the ambulance service got the call. Lee also tried to claim Noddy by spelling Kel's name over the phone with the phonetic alphabet, but stuttered when she got to 'V' as all she could think of was 'Viera'. The ambulance crew didn't much like the look of the injury (we didn't much like the look of them but we didn't complain) & called out the Air Ambulance. The Air Ambulance had Kel in hospital about ten minutes later but Kelly W and Karen lost sight of the helicopter when taking the closed M5 detour to Wellington (yes the one in Somerset) and arrived at RD&E Wonford after Gravy's parents.
Anyway after all that the match was abandoned (we only had 7, not enough to continue).
*** STOP PRESS *** Kelly was released from hospital Sunday night with enough painkillers to dull 12 months of Newsnight, and nursing a very sore neck. But no permanent damage! Hope you're back on your feet soon Kel.
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19 October 2003 I CLOSE MY EYES AND COUNT TO TEN Well, the weather was nice. I mention that because it means the kit is washed, dried, and back in its bag less than 24 hours after it was used. So, about that match ... Admittedly we were considering having a guess the score sweep before kick off, but the suggested scores were a bit pessimistic. With the injured Ness sitting this one out to give her knee a chance to improve, the slightly less injured Lee hauled on the goalkeeper's jersey of attractive highlighter pink. This had its usual effect & the opposition were so busy laughing that they didn't get round to scoring for nearly half an hour. Sharon was missing (went for a tramp in the Brecon Beacons, lets hope the poor b*gger got away from her) but Karen dropped back into defence and did a bloody good job too. Hopefully the management team of Bazza and Gazza won't want to play Sharon & Karen alongside each other. Although someone called Dana would be a good strike partner for Gaynor. (Wait a minute, this is getting silly.)
Everyone worked hard for each other, and it was simply Newton Abbot were the better footballers. Karen required lengthy treatment after a clash of legs but carried on after her leg had been re-attached to her. By half time we were 5-0 down.
The second half was similar to the first, except we were playing into the sun, yet with the wind. Lee managed to turn her ankle, despite wearing that expensive brace, then ten minutes later got blitzed by a Newton knee in the side of the head. On the plus side she was very quiet for the next 5-10 so the rest of the team had a peaceful interlude.
The final score was 10-0 but - even though it's never a pleasure to be beaten - at least Newton Abbot won with matter-of-fact class and good grace, and without an in-your-crappy-face attitude. Other teams should take note!
Karen got Gromit for the week, for doing an excellent job despite playing out of position. Gaynor was unlucky to get Noddy, but her shot into the side netting (with a great big 8-yard wide goal standing invitingly empty in front of her) was actually the daftest thing that happened all day.
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12 October 2003 FOURTEEN LUCKY BREAKAWAYS What is there to say? We were simply outplayed by a better team, and there were some very good goals among the 14. The best thing to say about the day is that we were able to boast THE RETURN OF THE MACC! Yes, Macca came on as a second half substitute, quite fitting really as her last game before temporarily retiring to be pregnant, was at Dawlish twelve months ago, almost to the day.
OK, Hayley took Gromit home for doing a lot of running & putting a lot of effort into her performance. This undoubtedly made up for losing out on the Dawlish 'character' (who looked like Uncle Albert from Only Fools & Horses) who latched onto her and Eve in the bar after the game. Noddy went home with assistant Guv'nor Gary. Gary had to delay his carload of team's progress to Dawlish because he had chosen to wear a cheap Japanese bladder, instead of bringing a robust English one ............. and had to find somewhere to effect alleviation of this urgently ongoing relief requirement situation (oh, alright, he needed a leak, missus). I think 'way to go' may indeed be an appropriate comment!
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5 October 2003 WHO'S BEEN SLEEPING IN MY DUGOUT? On a bright and sunny day we took on fellow strugglers Totnes Town. Before the game our new kit was officially presented by Ian Mashford but we got off to a less than helpful start, conceding two early goals. Within minutes we were back in it when Kelly grabbed a debut goal from her new front running position. Gaynor nabbed one in each half but a late Totnes goal saw us let all three points slip.
Our new sponsor declined to give us a valuation on the home dugout, which apparently boasts deceptively spacious sleeping/dining accommodation for up to two homeless persons. (I just wish they wouldn't leave the subs' bench up when they've finished.)
Ness claimed Gromit for the week for playing through the pain and making some important saves. At this point, and with deep (?) regret I have to announce that Osama will not be joining us this season, something about the standard of football played being beneath him ... Oh, no, wait a minute, perhaps that was someone else who ain't around anymore??? Instead we welcome into our midst Noddy, although he does actually look like a cross between Mungo Jerry and Norman Tebbitt. Noddy will be taking on Osama's role as an award to the perpetrator of the most boneheaded act of the day. This week's proud recipient was Lucy, who chose to inspect the stagnant water in the goalpost casing just as someone dropped the post back into place. Way to whiff, Lu!
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28 September 2003 HOW MUCH MOOR CAN WE TAKE? Once again we found ourselves struggling for players. Lee failed a fitness test in the morning & Hayley played through the pain of a niggling Achilles injury. Julie found herself making a surprise entry into the starting line-up, as did Sophie. We'd been hoping for a kickoff earlier than 3pm, so met way too early in Torquay. After a leisurely drive across the A30 we had time to stop & watch the dog show in Okehampton school's car park before getting to the ground ahead of any of the home team. The adjacent swimming pool meant Geno could uncross her legs - er I mean the swimming pool TOILET.
When it came to the game our Magnificent 11 held out for half an hour, but in the end there was far too much to cope with & Okehampton won 8-0. Nobody had a bad game & the surprised debutantes did themselves proud. Now for the shaky video!
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14 September 2003 THE ATKINS DIET SHOWER ROOM Eleven fit players took the road to Newton St Cyres, hoping that Ness would make it before kick-off, despite not leaving home till 2pm - in Totnes. Ness made it onto the ground with ten minutes to spare so we had the luxury of a sub. Exeter Rangers went one up within 10 minutes, then extended the lead to three with goals on 26 & 34 minutes. Things were looking very grim when the ref blew her whistle to award a goal when the ball had actually gone for a goal kick, but I suppose she did award it from the other half of the field! Fortunately both sets of players knew it wasn't a goal & just got on with it. We got one back just before half time when Nik received a throw-in, got the better of two defenders & bent it like Beckham into the net. Well, I say just before half time and it was the 44th minute, but our ref played a-51 minute half? We're not entirely sure why.
Rangers pressured hard in the second half but couldn't turn the pressure into goals until we went daydreaming for ten seconds, allowing Rangers to make it 4-1 shortly before the final whistle. Well, I say shortly before the final whistle and it was the 85th minute, but the ref was enjoying it so much she made this half stretch to a whopping 54 minutes.
After the game we returned to our compact and bijou changing room, with an ensuite broom cupboard with three shower heads in it, which even boasted hot soapy water specially for the feet, direct from the home changing room showers. Mmmm, nice.
Oh, and it was good to see Bambi back again.
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7 September 2003 THREE GOALKEEPERS AND A FEW GOALS Ness got called to a massive fire at noon, replacement Lee knackered a calf muscle within five minutes of the kick-off, so Geno spent most of the afternoon between the sticks. As a result, KellyW was dropped into left back, and Karen made an unexpected debut as a centre-half.
North Molton started off their scoring while another keeper's jersey was being sought out in the changing room for Geno, and then they bagged another two while we came to terms with the reshuffle. Three players - KellyW, Gaynor and Eve were also playing their first League game ever, so the performance overall was encouraging.
Changing around at 3-0 down, Galmpton continued to fight but Molton added another two to their tally, including an unstoppable volley from a corner, to make the final score a slightly flattering 5-0. |
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