Despite now facing the elements, the game quickly became a procession as the plucky oppo tired quickly against the barrage facing them. Coops removing himself for the field of play proved the turning point, as Scotty rolled one through the keeper’s flailing limbs, and then Fabio scored a fine solo goal soon afterwards. Some chances were missed before Tommy completed the scoring from the spot after Bainsy was felled.
 All in all a good show – G’s return from injury and Cyril’s promising play the plus points – looking good for another tilt at silverware.

Second half into the wind was going to be tricky, but basically every goal they scored could and should have been avoided. Defensive errors, poor handling in goal, and a couple of dodgy decisions, allayed with a general lack of quality, and we got our just desserts when they equalised in the last minute (admittedly through their first team captain...we'd never do that). More application must follow now, from both those that played and those that didn't, or we can forget about winning the title we should have won last year.  

Now the goss. Si was gash, having used his energy banging a fittie. Somehow he scored, despite being unable to trap a bag of cement. Steffen played well, clearly trying to impress his new Swedish girl. Their keeper hurled racial abuse at all and sundry, and stood frozen as Coops struck, possibly trying to work out if he was actually a Jew or just had a big nose. Antny came on at half-time and put everyone to shame with his energy and class at the back. And G. Oh G. 'The Mangler' had an unusual game. The Leeds Pele's 'come dancing' efforts didn't lead to much, and then in trying to 'dink' one to Coops he succeeded in bringing down the Beagle probe from Mars. If you see this man, do not approach him. 

The usual defensive calamities meant once again five good goals were only enough for a point, but again it could've been worse, and we somehow stay unbeaten.  The excellent Bainsy and Tommy shared three, while Coops hit a nice goal and Scotty bundled home a late equaliser. There was still time for the elder Cooper to spill a shot but he made amends with a point-blank save. G's solo career began with his "courier' routine, eschewing passing in favour of dribbling it to people's feet, leaving Boz to weep for the loss of his two closest friends in 24 hours. Fulham were a fair side, but not one that should finish ahead of us if we ever play as we can. 

Pool: Matt Scott 8-6 Chris Cooper
Cricket: Fabio Giacomini ct Warne b McGrath 5
Getting ball down from tree with a big pole: Antny Rankin and Dave Bains shared first prize with a time of 20 minutes, so golds for Canada and India.
Corner flag hitting with shots: It's gold for Mexico.
Own goalathon: Pete Callas (Greece)
Boxing: G got a silver. Gold went to some little fat lad who pushes paper clips for a living. G's girlfriend has subsequently gone on the game.

Meanwhile in the football, big win over decent oppo, Deano awesome, Bainsy and Antny also. In fact everyone. Except Coops who got raped for one of the goals, but he did set up two with his reffing.

45 league goals in eight games! 100 goals is a real possibility, and if we keep defending as well as we have the last three games, the league should be taken with ease.

The second half was a bit flat to be honest. The oppo defended well and we just couldn't raise it enough to get more goals. Si came on and got bitch-slapped, and Mo finally discovered the quaint English custom of 'the loon', but no goals came. In the last minute, Scotty missed an open goal and how we all laughed.