My memory of this game is fairly sketchy for two reasons, firstly the game happened nearly three weeks ago and secondly because after the game we had some christmas drinks in clapham that resulted in my memory of the previous week being wiped out.
The game:
We missed the opportunity to finish the pre xmas period with 7 wins on the bounce by conceding a sickening last gasp equaliser away to Birkbeck. Rasheed had given Meads a deserved lead in the first half when thier defence gifted him the ball and he thundered a strike from 25 yards that left the keeper rooted to the spot, a wonderful goal from the winger. Apart from that the first half was a bit scrappy but any football that was being played was being played by the visitors. Birkbeck were just lumping it up and hoping for scraps, but the defence and Jake were dealing with anything that was being thrown at them.
The 2nd half was much more of the same, with Meads dominating the game and Birkbeck dealing with scraps. The only time Birkbeck threatened was when a header hit the top of the bar fairly late on. Some half chances came to Meads with none being put away. Meads were not controlling the game as they would like and the 1-0 lead looked slender goin into the final 15 minutes or so.
The game was to change in a matter of minutes right at the death. George was adjudged to be onside when he was clearly offside, the whole pitch stopped and George was through on goal by himself with half a pitch to go into. Their 'goalkeeper' had just been changed and so he was just waiting to pick the ball out of the back of the net. Rooted to the line the keeper didnt move, but this reverse psychology fooled George who did not know what to do, and as he moved closer and closer and closer he eventually placed the ball at the near post, but hit the outside of it. The pitch gasped, and you could hear Sam at centre back saying 'if they f**king score now George...'. Well, they did, a poor pass at the back from Rory, who rather than smash the ball up the pitch decided to play a pass along the back four to Dave, who managed to miss the ball and the ball went out for a throw. Their thrower was about 2 feet inside the pitch when he threw and the ball got into our box, where a goalmouth scramble ensued and their player eventually poked the ball home, cue wild celebrations and a movie style drop to the knees from meads players.
It was going to happen some time, we are still unbeaten in 8 games with 6 wins and 2 draws going into a January hopefully full of cup games if we get past BB Eagles on the 7th Jan in the AFA. No reason to be that down, another game dominated for large periods but that clean sheet still eludes us.
MOM went to Rasheed whose goal was a thunderbolt and he provided an outlet all afternoon on the right hand side.
The Night:
As the 4s headed out to the Grand Union in Brixton they were greeted by George, who had nearly committed suicide having been left to stew over his miss by himself in the pub as the rest of the team turned up late. Jake had nearly spontaneously combusted with a rant on the tube about the f**king tube drivers strike, needless to say the young tourists on their way to the theatre were more worried by what they saw as a rabbid dog on the tube than the details of Jake's arguement. When at the pub the 4s met a lovely, but frisky, young aussie girl called mandy who seemed intent on getting to know each and every one of us. She ended up being the village bicycle through the night as it seemed like the whole team had had a go by the end of the night. Dave Hough had found his own girl and wandered off into the south london night, leaving the rest of us to fight over the scraps.
George, by now perked up, managed to get himself an invite to a houseparty where he became best friends with everyone within minutes. Dave R, Owen and Sam joined him and were slightly bemused by the sight of their mate being best friends with the whole party given he had only been there for 10 minutes, he was obvioulsy in a good mood.
With the rest of us back at a new pub (I had no idea we even went there), the partygoers were pehaps outstaying their welcome at the party when whispers were abound of their connections to the now infamous young aussie. The party was not to end there, when it went back to Brentford, but that is where i left, I wanted to stay with mandy...
