2005-6 Season
Kenchels FC 2 Imperial College 2
This niggly, bad-tempered draw might have been a niggly, bad-tempered victory had things worked out differently. Sadly, that was not to be. The result was particularly bad news for EP, fresh back from Jah-kah-tah and desperate for a win to boost his player stats. But the tetchiness that characterised the game was good news for Wayne, at least, who got a chance to demonstrate his ‘mediation’ skills to the opposition.
More of that later… We started in a bit of a daze. IC are a young, fit side with a few handy players and they were up for it from the kickoff. Within a few moments at least one dangerous ball had sailed across our goalmouth. A few minutes later, they were celebrating their first goal after a free kick on the edge of a box hit one of their players’ hands and trickled over the line. Craig had no chance.
They had a couple more solid chances in the first half and we cleared brilliantly off the line twice – once from Terry and a second from New-b-Wan. We fought back strongly, however, and tightened our grip as the game went on. Gavin, Euan (incidentally sporting some rather strange pink underwear – Agent Provocateur, I think), Robin and GB were battling like billy-o in midfield and the more we settled, the more time we spent in their half.
Euan in particular was superb and got crumpled at least once as a consequence. As we piled the pressure on, Alex broke into their box and took a bodycheck from a defender.
Tom Taw – first half ref – immediately blew for a penalty and Alex tucked it away nicely. We were back in it – - and on top. But this was a reasonably physical game and it was hard work, especially in midfield. Ten minutes after the pen, GB, Robin and Gav linked up in a stylish series of passes that ended with GB putting Alex in on goal. He finished nicely by slotting it under the keeper. Two-one.
As we kicked off for the second half, the tetchiness and bitchy challenges that had marked the first half started to become more apparent. IC are a decent side all right, but they can ankle-tap and whinge for Britain. Still we were right on top and we ably resisted the temptation to outdo do them at moaning. Poor New-b-Wan had his work cut out reffing the half but made a good fist of it despite taking a mouthful from IC for just about every decision.
About 20 minutes in, I took a throw on the right which fell short, missing Gav’s bonce. The defender’s subsequent clearance set them off on a break which finished with Wayne and Craig head in hands and the ball in the back of our net. Two-two. From this point on, the tension worsened. It was still all us and Alex, Jake and Gav all had chances to get the winner. But the shots went wide, over the bar or straight to the keeper.
About 15 minutes from the end, Stevie B took a push or a kick – couldn’t really see what – and it all kicked off in the centre circle. This was Wayne’s chance to demonstrate his counselling skills. He raced up the pitch at 150mph from our six-yard box to do this at some speed. ‘That’s the fastest I’ve seen you move all morning’, quipped one of the ICs (the only non whinging humour out of them in 90 minutes).
Fortunately Wayne was stopped before he could try some of his therapy on the oppo. To his credit, New-b-Wan wasted no time in reading the riot act loud and clear. Any more nonsense and I’m off, he said. Which was fair enough really. He blew full-time shortly after.
The only other point of note is the attendance of four, which was a record this season. The crowd consisted of Mr B, Ronnie – Gav’s dad – Nicholas and Mrs GB, with wee Charlie in tow.
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