
On the positive side, my goalscoring tally for the season doubled after this game. On the negative side, the ball ended up in the wrong net. As Wayne quipped in dressing room afterwards: ‘That’s a net-zero, Den’.
My moment of infamy – an attempted goal-line clearance sliced in Arifesque fashion into the top corner of the ‘Chels net – was the start of a very bad day for football and an even worse one for ‘Chels. We’d given Dorks a 6-0 drubbing at our last encounter. This time it was our turn.
We didn’t do too badly in the first half, despite my OG (the result of a poorly hit backpass from one A.L Zheimer). In fact, we had more than a few chances in the first half and it wasn’t surprising that Alex was able to get an equalizer.
They kept coming forward though and were firing shots in from distance, forcing some fine saves out of the newly-returned Mike Power. He had picked the wrong day to be in goal but he didn’t know it yet.
We ended the half a goal down at 2-1. As the second half began, we managed to get an equaliser from Jake but that was the end of it, really, despite a brief spell of dominance about 20 minutes in that lasted all of ten minutes.
Once we started to slide, there was no stopping us. They were carving through the midfield like a knife through hot butter. Our passes were all over the place – underhit, overhit or sliced but rarely accurate. Defending became very hard work.
Mike kept us in with a fighting chance but he too frequently found himself one on one with their forwards. We conceded numerous corners and the Dorks’ three other goals had the air of inevitability about them.
By the time they got their fifth, the ‘Chels were totally demoralised. We trudged off through the sticky mud to our cup of dressing room tea. Dreadful. Dreadful.
Us that was, not the tea. Which was very nice.
The lineup: Mike Power, Stevie B, Wayne, Den, Newbods, Chris Morgan, Tom B, Robin, Luis, Jake, Alex. Subs: Graeme Copper for Luis, second half.
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