The good thing with the end of the season is that everyone is chilled out and relaxed, and most often games descend into Mickey taking. And so it proved at our game against Team Patch last night.
The victim of our jokes was predominantly Skipper though, to be fair, he did not really help himself.
Having had a couple of shandies, Skipper decided that he needed to relieve himself and headed to the little boys room. Unfortunately for him, he went in the wrong door (pictured right) and was confronted with what I can only assume to have been pot plants, fragrant smells and tampon machines. The cheer when he emerged from the Ladies could probably be heard in South Wales.
Anyway, the game itself proved to be a straightforward victory for us champions, as we won five of the legs and drew the other. Of course, as we were playing at the Crown in Ridgehill finding the place was not so easy. Having set off what seemed like three days ago, our car eventually rocked up and five very stiff blokes eased themselves out of the Mondeo, busy massaging the feeling back into our legs. Actually, that last sentence sounds a bit dodgy – blame Pasty and his insistence on talking about adult TV channels last night…
Top scorer was Wyatt Earp with 47, stealing a march on his rivals in the list of averages for the season. The Fat Controller hit 45 and I hit 44 so there were some pretty good scores going round.
Next week sees yet another free week so we are back in action for our final game of the season a fortnight today. We are back at home and I’m sure there will be a bit of a party atmosphere. Anyway, until then…
Go for wood!
Tim
Team Clothier heckle of the week – “Go on, miss it you cheeky little ****”. Heard from the normally benign Fat Controller as his opposite player, the sticker-up, went to play. He was only aged about 12 FC – harsh, very harsh!
The victim of our jokes was predominantly Skipper though, to be fair, he did not really help himself.
Having had a couple of shandies, Skipper decided that he needed to relieve himself and headed to the little boys room. Unfortunately for him, he went in the wrong door (pictured right) and was confronted with what I can only assume to have been pot plants, fragrant smells and tampon machines. The cheer when he emerged from the Ladies could probably be heard in South Wales.
Anyway, the game itself proved to be a straightforward victory for us champions, as we won five of the legs and drew the other. Of course, as we were playing at the Crown in Ridgehill finding the place was not so easy. Having set off what seemed like three days ago, our car eventually rocked up and five very stiff blokes eased themselves out of the Mondeo, busy massaging the feeling back into our legs. Actually, that last sentence sounds a bit dodgy – blame Pasty and his insistence on talking about adult TV channels last night…
Top scorer was Wyatt Earp with 47, stealing a march on his rivals in the list of averages for the season. The Fat Controller hit 45 and I hit 44 so there were some pretty good scores going round.
Next week sees yet another free week so we are back in action for our final game of the season a fortnight today. We are back at home and I’m sure there will be a bit of a party atmosphere. Anyway, until then…
Go for wood!
Tim
Team Clothier heckle of the week – “Go on, miss it you cheeky little ****”. Heard from the normally benign Fat Controller as his opposite player, the sticker-up, went to play. He was only aged about 12 FC – harsh, very harsh!
It didn't really take us an age to get there as the Ford Mondeo was doubling as an Exocet missile at points.
ReplyDeleteI wondered what that cheering noise I heard was while sat in my Cardiff home. Ian M.
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