12 spectators and 3 horses watch Bays..
Last Modified on 27/06/2009 08:46
Arrived by bus around 1230 ish to find the clubhouse being painted to cover all the tagging, spraying it all over the place including Big Buckles tracksuit top. The other fellow there was filling in the hoof marks on the pitch from last week"s annual horse show. Unfortunately his barrow was full of small shells and stones. Willy says "never mind, we have to stay on our feet!!". The pitch in the country could be compared to our training ground only longer but not as wide. Willy says "golly gosh, lets play and get out of here asap". Our changing room has 12 chairs placed down both sides of a double sink unit; 4 toilets, although 2 were under the sink, plus two showers, which it could be said dribbled out slower than gibbo with prostrate problems. Still, this is in the country and every now and then you could hear the cows and horses over Willy saying "golly gosh, lets get it over with and get out of here". We were out warming up before anyone from Fury arrived. They stood in awe of this team from the big smoke in nice training gear from Lotto doing Roddy"s warm up drills an hour before kick off. The referee and his mates (AFs) arrived in one car about 2 pm and duely asked for the match balls. Their coach, Dave, produced an old black and white panel ball that had seen better days when Jesus was a lad. So we gave them one of our practice balls to make up the required 3. Hells teeth the first thing they did was kick it into the cornfield next door, all ripe and ready for harvest. Aiden was told to fetch and because he"s not afraid of UFOs or crop circles, off he went. All the way home he kept singing German drinking songs so something weird and wonderful must have happened to him over there. End result was 8-1 with Phil E. bagging 4, Joe 1, Dan M.H. 1 and Goaty punishing the most mature centre back you have ever seen with a rasping right foot curler into the top corner. The fact the goalkeeper was the smallest on the field, even by Leigh"s standards, meant nothing to Goaty, his shot was a reflection of the mature centre back"s drive into his net for an own goal. The aftermatch was brilliant. The kitchen produced 2 boxes of beers straight from the supermarket shelf, Tui"s to boot - self refrigerating - yeah right! Everyone got a sausage and one slice of bread, at least our team did, I"m not so sure if Fury got a look in. Lucky Big Buckle wasn"t there or we all could have missed out, plus 3 chips each and then the speeches. What I can tell you is that Ross de Wynter is a LEGEND in Tauranga and Te Puna. The rest of the speech went over my head. Willy replied, but all I could hear was "golly gosh" and he started singing "you don"t know how lucky you are boys". The trip home shall we say incurred a lot of team bonding but I can say Ross de Wynter is still a LEGEND. Home after 12 hours - long day - into next round and maybe closer to home. I wonder what "golly gosh" is in German. Rumour has it the back up goalkeeper went home early as he wasn"t given a run!!