Goalscorers: Let's pass on that one.
The match could only get under way after the flood relief team had cleared one of the goalmouths. I wish they hadn't bothered. Must be something about teams beginning with the letter A (Allestree, Aston....).
This was a game of 2 halves. We lost the first one 5-0 and the 2nd one ...er...5-0. We're nothing if we're not consistent.
Top of the table Aston didn't manage to provide a league (or qualified?) ref but found time to erect an array of advertising hoardings round the permiter of the pitch. 5 minutes into the game I felt like moving the hoardings in front of our goalmouth. Frankly the hoardings would have closed down the opposition a bit quicker than one or two of our more relaxed players. When a chap wondered past me with his dog at the start of the second half I was tempted to offer him a tenner to 'borrow' his dog, mascarade as a dog owner and pretend I had no responsibility for what was unfolding on the pitch. In the end I went for the cheaper option of cowering behind the advertising hoardings. In the 60th minute we got our second shooting opportunity...just as we were about to pull the trigger the ref blew for fulltime. By contrast at the end of the first half when Aston had been attacking the ref had played 3 minutes of injury time and only blown up when I'd encouraged him to do so. And don't get me started on the penalty award. Still, he had a seriously explosive argument with an Aston player so my persecution complex was probably based on paranoia rather than reality. It's hard watching your team get thumped.
Men of the match: Matt H and ... err ... Matt D. (both players decorated the pitch with their craft).
Stalwart parents: Andy S, Dave W. Take a bow guys.
Club Secretary Watch: Without John's vehicle we wouldn't have got there and without his decisive lining and seriously vocal encouragement the scoreline could have been higher. Thank you John.
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