Part 19
GAME 8 - Seeeeee? - told ya!
Due to Scott’s website going off-line I was unable to bring you my insight and wisdom into
Game 6 - East Kilbride at home (we lost, but scored)
Game 7 - Lancashire (they fold quicker than a deck of cards).
However, many people have been asking to see my column! I hear, ‘Gid, I really miss your column’ and ‘Gid, your column is a site for sore eyes’, with this kind of enthusiasm I felt that I should carry on.
Caesars’ away;
All you hear is "C" from their side line, well, that is until we go 14 points up after 4 offensive plays! The general consensus of opinion of Nott’s Caesars from our sideline was that they were a bunch of merchant bankers. (I’m pretty sure that is what was said!).
I managed to battle on bravely through the pain of a stubbed toe despite Beggy treading on me twice.
Simon got a bit carried away though when he stamped on Tony Foy who was a full three positions to his left - It was the quickest I’ve ever seen him move!
Two special mentions of bravery and valor this week:-
- John ‘mantis’ Farmiloe -Who threw himself, bodily, in front of Berny Hackshaw - in full flow.
Berny didn’t slow down as he swatted brave J.F. out of the way but was later reported as saying "that is the hardest I’ve ever been hit - by a stats man" - Warren ‘Hitman’ Thomas - Biggest hit of the day. Let me set the scene.
It was kickoff and the ball was in the air. The Nott’s return man on seeing ‘hitman’ belting down the right hand side of the pitch, jinked left and ran down the field. Play over, the kicker retrieved his kicking tee and strolled over to his sideline, waving gaily in the pleasant sunshine to his young daughter watching from the sideline. He never saw it coming. BOOOM! The ‘hitman’ unloaded his furious, explosive force into the unsuspecting rookies’ back. All that was left was two smoking cleats.
Way to go hitman.
