"Woodie, (sic) dropped the shoulder and went past Ross, Stanley Matthews esque, was probably the finest bit of skill I’ve ever witnessed"...Richie, not usually known for his empathetic values, probably detected my despondency after my particularly bad performance and tried his best, God love him, to lift my spirits with this wonderful example of football hyperbole and, in truth, it did. Thank you Richie for that grossly exaggerated sentence. 

I can't remember the last time I played so badly (it was probably the last time I played but, as I said, I can't remember!).
Anyway... I had first pick this time and opted to go for the extra man (six and me against eight - nah). 

The evening was bitterly cold and the snow, which had held off all day, started to fall quite heavily as soon as we kicked off. Immediately the yellows scored! Ali, in the right back position (yes, Ali) lost the ball in a tackle with Sheeny and the ball fell very kindly to Andy M. (making his first return after a twelve year absence) who slotted the ball into the bottom left hand corner of the goal as I was still struggling to fit the goalkeeping gloves over my own thermal gloves (did I mention it was bitterly cold) and trying manfully to keep the snow out of my eyes. Not my fault I told myself but I suspect Mac did not agree as he immediately volunteered to go in goal. I foolishly resisted the offer and no sooner than a few minutes later (it seemed) a cross from Richie meant for Ben's snow-slick bald head was missed by both him and myself and curled jammily into the top corner of the same side of the goal that Andy had scored in. There was no stopping Mac now as he insisted on going in goal and I acquiesced thinking there was no need for the cutting statement he uttered just before the changeover - "I'm not very good in goal but you make me look like De Gea!" - both cutting and wounding as was Harvey's declaration that I should play up front (out of the way was not said but fully understood)

...and I never recovered from those blows to my confidence as my ability to control, pass or even see the ball deserted me altogether (now I know there will be some among you who will declare that these are abilities I have never possessed but...)

Fortunately the side I picked though dominated by the Yellows who created numerous chances in the first half never gave up the fight and created a number of chances which we failed to capitalise upon. The game was pretty much passing me by as any recollection as to who scored next and in what order. Looking at the match report on the website wasn't as helpful as it might be as it only recorded two goals for each side (does that mean the match was actually drawn?) but it did record our scorers, Ali and Laurie and just one assist from Andy E.

Whites - please accept my apology for my absence on the night (I might as well have not been there) but thank you for your sterling efforts.

Final score was apparently 3-2 to the Yellows giving us an aggregate score of 4-4 over the two games. 

Man of the match: Everybody who turned up on such a miserable evening. Special mention to Richie for his kind words and to Ross for being a shite defender and giving me one moment to relish on a very bad night.
...oh, forgot to mention..Sheeny fucked up! Hoisted by his own petard!