All the world’s a stage – or in the Kenchels’ case, possibly a circus ring. We have our acrobats and jugglers, our strongmen, our tightrope walker (who else but Stevie B?), all masterfully shepherded by the top-hatted Ringmaster, EP. That’s all well and good but what the punters really like to see is a good clown, a bloke in silly boots who does the daftest things. You can guess, I am sure, where this is leading…
Another week, another manager. Last week, the legendary Guss Dotdink lead us to a stunning victory. This week, we found ourselves in the hands of another interim boss, the one and only Al-fa BeNewbtez. That’s the beautiful game for you. One minute you’re floating on air, the next you’re back hanging the kit up.
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Today we not only slaughtered the poor, unsuspecting Teds but we witnessed the emergence of a new managerial powerhouse in theĀ form of Gus DotDink, the interim managers’ interim manager.
We saw hat-tricks from both Jake and Alex and some fine performances almost everywhere else. We uncovered a stunning new number eight – well, anything would be [...]
It took a while to pierce the Nipples defences today but we did so with two excellent goals and continued our unbeaten run of – er – two games. Tom B was universally acclaimed as MoM, with a strong mention in despatches for MK Power in central midfield.
Our last encounter with British Airways was not so much Club Class as clubbed class – we got hammered 11-one, conceding a record ten goals in the first half. This week, the Boss was hoping we could engineer a bit more legroom so we could teach those high-flyers a thing or two.