An emotional evening at Vauxhalls, marking my final game before a permanent move to Cardiff. There was no better way to sign off than captaining the side in the second leg against Neil, looking to overturn a 4–3 deficit.

The sides seemed fairly even on paper and there was nothing to separate us early doors, until a wild shot from Jay and a nasty deflection on the way through put us level on aggregate. (They all count)

However, it very quickly seemed to go downhill from here. Yellows began to dominate as Whites kind of forgot where and how to play football. A couple of quick fire goals and a cameo appearance from Angry Bri and Shouty Bren, the game was all but over at 3-1 to the Yellows. Head loss.

Reshuffling our entire formation seemed to have an impact, potentially confusing the opposition. The ball finally dropped to me at the edge of the area, and my volley into the top left corner, ricocheted off 2 players, into the top right corner. (They all count)

There wasn’t much in it for the rest of the game, to be fair. Tired legs and long ball tactics, as well as some outrageous shooting, with one of mine clearing the height of the fence, but not quite reaching the goal line. Effort.

Final score 3-2 to yellows. Well played Neil, best of luck in the next round.

Been an honour to share a pitch with you all. As mentioned at the pub - I don’t think I’ll ever meet another bunch of lads as shite at football as us, but my Wednesdays won’t be the same without it.

Bren kindly looked at some travel arrangements from Cardiff to Liverpool, but the best we could find was a flight via Dublin for £88, however I can’t guarantee I’d catch the connecting flight.

All the best, lads!
Jamie