last nights match 11/07/02 -- we all break horses

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Date Posted: 02:10:03 07/12/02 Fri
Author: badger
Subject: last nights match 11/07/02

last nights match summary:

well the other team looked like even more of a rag tag bunch of misfits than usual. They made a mockery of the game by indulging in shirt pulling, footy bumping and, failing any progress on the first two counts, whining insistently to Joe about percieved slights on their behalf.

Make no mistake about it, it was a tough assignment. The gallant Horses were battling injuries on all fronts with one player suffering a broken foot, two players suffering from amphetimine induced drug psychosisis who interrupted their week long sonic experiment to "come down" to soccer and one player suffering an excruciatingly annoying scab on his knee (which he was very keen not to knock off again). And the goalie couldn't make it because he was at sweet and sour pork cookery class.

So we battled hard, and long, and kicked the ball, ran, chased, tackled, kicked the ball again...

Heads dropped momentarily when the yellow team scored. Silence descended upon the sidelines since even the yellow teams supporters had long since abandoned their shonky team for the exuberant play of the horse. This was a momentary diversion however since no one was counting on the Chinese Albino giant bustin' straight out of Nollie, running over most of the scrappy yellow team with his sharpened sprigs and using the oft maligned tactic of kicking the ball so hard at the goalies general facial area that he only had enough time to cry mumie and jump out of the way.

By the second half everyone was getting a little run down as evidenced by the temper tantrums getting thrown by the yellow team. We ran some more, kicked for a bit, passed some, tackled some, ran some more then Joe blew the whistle and we all went home.

Final score 1-1

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