Report of latest match
Over 50s (Wales)
Accies v Merthyr
Sunday 26th March
Kick off 12 pm
Over 45s (Bristol)
Sunday 2nd April
Kick off 10.30 pm
We don’t stop playing Football because we grow old , we grow old because we stop playing Football.
A combination of the clocks going forward and Mother’s Day had shambles written all over it but the Diro’s endless Whats App reminders ensured nobody missed the party. A circus was parked in the Cardiff City car park over the road, and our very own clown, Shan, was handed the sheepskin. Collective holding of breath ……. The Shite One.
Laz as ever provided the pre match entertainment -
There was then a discussion about the Oppo. High flying had only lost one game all season.
Me: Gar are these the team we played at the start of the season?
Diro: No -
Me: Do we play everyone twice?
Laz: what was the score when we played them earlier this season …. (!!!)
(You can’t make him up)
We also had confirmation from Howie from Oppo about the classic semi-
Mad started in goal and has to be a contender for MOM with the outstanding twin towers of Skenfrith running him very close.
Our treble tower/Trump tower (insert your own towers here) Payne was imperious up front and I can’t recall him not winning a header (although I do recall him missing a very presentable treble of chances).
Half way through the first half, Shan hauled off “Comedy” Robbo and brought on the evergreen Miles. Within minutes the silver fox (coincidentally on the same day as Kev McNaughton’s testimonial over the road) had slipped the offside trap and still with plenty to do , rounded the keeper and provided a sumptuous finish to put us 1-
End to end chances, the Madster coming off his line in great style to deny the Oppo a certain goal with a magnificent tackle.
The Diro produced his only trick and megged his full back with the ball going to one of their players and then castigated your correspondent for not getting on the end of it. He then blazed a voilley and wide and not very handsome.
Second half playing into a fierce wind and we had a shocking first 15 minutes but just about held out. Willie John again proving to be our Mr. Consistent at right back. Free kick to them outside our box. Unfortunately neither Owen or False Dave had the footballing intelligence to stand on the ball. Quickly taken, scramble in our box and 1-
The Diro boy was now on the sidelines and constantly nagging Shan to get back on.
Me to Shan: “Do you want me to swap with him to give him 10 minutes?”
Shan, in response, as damning as it’s possible to be about his views on the Diro’s abilities: “Absolutely no chance” ( and I promise, scout’s honour, that thos were his actual words).
We were under the cosh now, our only real outlet being Kev who was having a good game down the right, and looking good enough to eat (Gar -
A minute to go and a scramble in our box, header lowand hard going into the bottom corner until a stunning one handed save from El Loco (my MOM) kept it out and a very creditabe 1 -