Twas a hot hot evening, the only thing hotter than the sun being Ilyas’s phone buzzing constantly with new friend requests on Bumble (like tinder but different apparently. Once a club phone is purchased, this will be investigated further) Reays had 6 players and were made up to 11 with an assortment of ragbags form BIS, Fosters and Zamora. Riyadh Mahrez kept thigs together in midfield for them whilst moaning about nobody tracking back (note to management, he seems overqualified for BoC if we are short again)
Chris led the line well for BoC even if his shooting was shite, a wonderful sub plot to the game his ongoing physical battle with Brian Kilcline (John), two punchdrunk heavyweights in the 12th round. The Enforcer Zondervan opened the scoring after a looped cross was sent across the box towards his head, Zamora in goal spread himself wide a la Schemichel only to look a bit of a knob as a feebled header dribbled pissily underneath his leap.
After half time weariness got the better of everyone and play opened up. I can’t remember Reays equaliser but after that BoC’s power 3 of Taylor, Ilyas and Hoff Jr took over – the latter two buzzing around the target man like angry wasps. Ilyas tidily prodded home from Ben’s assist before ‘Our Dave’ put a ball across for Taylor to convert. It is adios to ‘Our Dave’ as he signed off from BoC duties to become a drug mule heading from Argentina up to Vancouver, it was an honour to see the brotherly understanding between ‘Our Tom’ and ‘Our Dave’. Ben scored again from a defensive error and then scored a beauty from Punt’s assist. There was another Reay’s goal but again I can’t remember it.
Thereafter a good turnout for a glorious evening in the pub garden drinking beer and discussing fit Olympians, Classic cars (boring), camping and secretly changing the settings on Illyas’s dating app. Andy has found a computer program that can mash up faces from people, so we are going to create the perfect Mr BoC where hopefully the sum will be greater than the parts, and sign on to a dating site. Clubman of the year goes to whoever can solicit the most nudes….watch this space.
MoM could have gone to Hoff or Ilyas but as ‘Our Dave’ will need something positive keep his spirits up when he is festering in a Bolivian prison, it goes to him
