Meanwhile in the bootroom, Laurie & Paul are into their second hour. "Who's your next pick for Desert Island Dicks, Laurie?"
"Richie."
"Interesting! He's like Jan Molby on his day."
"Now he WAS a player! Remember the1986 final v Everton? 3 assists! I can name the teams!.....
....
& the substitutes were ...
... & that's when the lights went out.

But it was worth the wait! Closely fought, but never even, great game - swaying one way then the other. Whites went 2-0 up. Inspired picking getting James (OK, he was all that Laurie left me). Couldn't do anything right last week – worse with crosses than Dracula. This week - Scored 2 quickfire rockets, the second brilliant 1st time, lasered into the corner.

Bren (,or was it Graeme "F*, SH*, lazy B*s!) in goal led from the back with his inspirational "you may have scored 2, but you're shite!". Yellows hit back "Lazy bastards! That's the 23rd time you've let them through!" Yellows took over the midfield, & we were on the rack. Tom skinned Ed to fire in a pearler. The rest of course was a blur, but we brought it back at the end including a basketball demo by James before firing in his 3rd. Probably should have been a draw but ...it wasn't. Hard luck Laurie. I might get a EUFA Conference League place at this rate. 

MoM – James.