Once more unto the pitch, dear friends, once more
and curse the Graftons who did stay a’bed
for such as they would ne’er be there to see
this bold and striking Kenchels victory.
Our foes turned up once more with barely nine.
Thus bold Dotden, he with those skills divine,
once more graced Grafton’s faltering back line,
along with Craig who was enroute delayed
by a terminally, dead-slow A3 blockade.
And so to kickoff, refereed by Jake,
a man who fairness ne’er could forsake,
and from the off, the ‘Chels on top
would Grafton’s forays forward stop.
I myself was twice nutmegg-ed
by Alex and Euan, who ran me ragg-ed.
Against ten men, the ‘Chels looked good
and Grafton looked like lumps of, well, wood.
Surprise, surprise, the half proceeded
with goals at neither end conceded.
The second half, was a different matter,
the ‘Chels did Grafton truly batter.
Swift Alex broke on a Dave G kick
and put it away with a deft flick.
The second came from an outside bet,
an Alex corner flew straight in’t back’o'net.
Our third came from a bold Alex run
laid off to Jake and the game was done.
All credit to the ‘Chels back four
of Tel, Jamie and Tommy T -
they managed without you Stevie B!
(But not without your Dad, of course)
By DotBard of Hanwell.
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