Round 12 - 27 June 2010
St Michaels 6 v 1 North Sydney All Age
Primrose

Goal scorers:
Matt M 3,     Jon H 1,     Chris T 1

Another Sunday game against North Sydney, squashed between the big games of West
Pymble and Chatswood. Previous seasons have seen a very even competition from top to
bottom but this season the stats reveal these 3 teams jumping clear. It’s good to be one of those 3 teams, particularly for the domestic goal scoring competition.

  

Another non game specific observation I could make is that the over 35 year old players aren’t getting any younger and it would seem as the rival teams have grown accustomed a lot of the niggle has removed itself from games and our soccer has become a lot more pleasant.
 
I also must however admit that this observation may be biased by the amount of
goals we now score and the fact that it’s my job to score them. Oh how I remember the early years when my job was to run decoy and as striker in the premiership team I managed just the 1 goal.
 

So it was that with team BBQ/Mascot in hand we turned up for a somewhat pleasant looking game by the water at Primrose number 3.

Before the game it became more pleasant as the opportunity was sensibly availed to move to number 1 – pretty much from the smallest pitch in the league to the best. An interesting thought at this point was why to name ovals Primrose 1, 2, and 3 rather than North, South, and Middle to everyone’s presumed advantage but later taking onboard such occurrences as Jock walking diagonally on to the northern pitch from the previously unseen north western walkway due a GPs anomaly it had to be considered that north/south, nor east/west may necessarily prove advantageous to the majority.

But it was a very relaxed game. We were as quiet as a bunch of Landsdown Road Irishman
at the final scoring moment of the 1991 Rugby World Cup quarter final for most of the match
yet it was all really fair enough as the game was always so well in hand as we let the silky
skills flow.

From the Adonis goalkeep replacement Simon the Unpassable (unless it sort of bobbles and
deflects off various people in illogical unreasonable ways) through Mick the new guy turned up via the internet god I love new technology and along to Joe one of Aidan’s recruits so well placed in fact in the mighty 2Rs this team was on fire with only our sense of fairness of the spirit of this we luvs you all competition restricting an unsurpassed annihilation.

So complete was the domination of the Micks this day, and so loving and cuddly and fair the play that it wasn’t in fact noted just how totally unreasonable the ref was until midway through the 2nd stanza.

Being such an innocent bunch of reservists we required frontline troop commander Mike the “C” Cunningham to come on for a warm up five minute stint mid half and draw our attention to this fact. As Mike left without completing said 5 minutes he was heard to mutter “I just said to the nutter he was a “****ing ****er and he gave me a yellow for each of the ****ing ****ers”.

As to the specifics I got 3, Hughesie a half, Chris 1 for the effort of 5 or more seasons of having tried to combine with me, Joe one apparently incredible end to end dribble right through the net and back to halfway for the kick off which I missed head down trying to start the bloody barby and North Sydney got one which undoubtedly had we a more experienced keeper, as previously hinted, would have never got home (but having said that the 89 other minutes of perfectly executed athletic goal keeping by our super sub keeper were not unappreciated).

Just to note down for my own 3-2-1 keepsake being done email this week I would say that Dom and Paul Baker’s tussle for man of the season just got hotter, that Hughesie keeps showing the benefits of increased fitness, that Marc (don’t dish my hair) (has it really started to show grey streaks since we did) Bineham in the 2nd half suggested forward central midfield whatever that’s called could be the go with a perfectly clipped through ball and that everyone is playing good and having a great time. Shalom

M Middleton