Apologies for the delay in the Jokers Recycled game report but in solidarity with our more elderly members I took a few days to get it up. If I were to sum the game up in one word it would be Tim does it solo. To the eye of an expert it is clear that Tim is a master of doing it solo. The way his right hand, soft with essential oils, firmly but lovingly grasps the shaft of his stick is one of the more obvious indications. Other subtle indications show that this is a man who has put in his 10,000 hours of solo practice. And thats just so far this year. However even I, a fellow master, was surprised at how well this solo practice translated to the hockey field. Tim picked the ball up around the halfway line and ran straight through the opposition and into the D before turning left for a bit and then slotting it in with his reverse stick. We all watched in stunned awe. Not so much at the incredible skill on display but more because we had never seen Tim run so far on a hockey pitch all in one go. He took 3mins and 27 seconds to shoot and score. Upon hearing this Sophie was alleged to have said Thats 2 minutes longer than he usually takes though it has now become clear that she actually said 3 minutes longer. The Hawks D team, apparently press ganged from local kindergartens, werent so easily crushed though and came back to level the score. I was, as usual, goal hanging and so couldnt see clearly who was at fault. However I think it is safe to blame Shadley Shag Stephens. Because a) He isnt on FaceBook, b) he wasnt playing and c) because Droopy, sorry, Woody, bribed me with his quite astonishingly large collection of half-naked bathroom mirror selfies. You know what, if the light is just right, and Woody is sucking his gut in so hard his internal organs are failing, and you really squint whilst pinching yourself really hard so tears fill your eyes, he almost looks a bit like Karl. Wait a second....it IS Karl. I can see Woody over his shoulder standing right behind him. Huh. And I mean right behind him. How odd. And why are they both frowning really hard? Huh. Anyway. Unperturbed we pushed on. The little buggers were quick. I mean greased weasel quick. But we managed to get the ball off them, mostly fairly, and secured a short corner. Typically I either suffer performance anxiety of get over excited. This time I got over excited and blasted my flick over the bar. A miss made all the more painful by Tim who pointed out that, other than the goalie lying on the ground old-school style, the goal was empty. However a few minutes later I redeemed myself and slotted it top left corner. From then on we mostly dominated the little sods. We had several more short corners that I fluffed before Mike McG slotted home a rebound for a famous 3-1 victory.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 18:49:10 +0000
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