University of Liverpool 3's 3
University of Manchester 5's 1
On Wednesday the Owen’s 5th team travelled down the M62 (via quite a detour to get out of Manchester thanks to our remarkably look-a-like and frighteningly eye impression to
David Blunkett) to Liverpool. Liverpool is a fine old city whose linguistic derivation is an interesting one. Apparently deriving from two old English words meaning Boggy Water the town is first mentioned in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles when King Edmund sailed up a creek of the Mersey and discovered Muddy Pools. Who later went on to become on of the greatest blues guitarists of the 9th century.
James ‘Irish International’ Conolly set out with his preferred 4-3-3 formation even against a side which on paper were favourites for the game. After a rousing and warning speech before the push back (Irish and Sneebly respectfully) the game started and Owen’s through a good short corner routine found themselves one-nil down. Liverpool continued to dominate the Manchester goal, however, half chances did fall at the other end but it (from the back anyway) seemed that things were not necessarily quite falling for us in the attacking third.
After a slightly controversial free hit award just outside the 23M line Liverpool drilled the ball into the D and an unfortunate deflection off Gavin’s stick managed to completely wrong foot, Daniel ‘Ned Schneebly’ Wakefield, Irish Andy and James ‘Irish International’ Conolly. 2-0 Liverpool.
At the other end only a goal line stop prevented Andy ‘Self Titled Iron Man’ Audley from pulling one back. Still the game was end to end in the run up to half time with both sides having further half chances to extend or reduce the lead depending on your side that is!
At half-time a few issues were ironed out and the boys were ready to go again. No sticks in and on three because…apparently (Charlie ‘Paul McCartney’ McLeod) it is too gay when your losing (well perhaps Macca did not want to be seen doing ‘gay’ things in Liverpool, wood be quite damaging to the reputation he has carved [there are two intentional puns there if you read and check the spelling carefully]).
The second half started and it was crucial the Owen’s boys got back into the game. After 20 minutes of gritty end to end hockey Owen’s short corner routine(s) paid off and Faiz managed to slot home, 2-1…game on!
Not for long…from the push back Manchester won the ball back and immediately gave it away and a break was on, into the Owen’s D. It was at this point for the first time all season Irish and Schneebly managed to get them selves involved in a no talking, no man, no ball tangle. Irish steamed out and decided to take out Schneebly, whilst he stood awaiting the tackle. 3-1! Game over!
Owen’s did push and tried hard, but on the day, Liverpool were credit for their win, they were just a bit better than us in all areas and undoubtedly had the rub of the green on the luck (not particularly the umpiring who were with one exceptionally bad decision were quite good).
Just on that note the umpire said “Liverpool player you are not 5 meters” so I hit/passed it and he touched it and suddenly then he was 5 meters! I can imagine it looked awful but that was a ridiculous decision!
At the end of the game changing rooms (4/10) showers (6/10) and food/drinks with the opposition (0/10) – or in other words piss poor hospitality, so unusual for that to happen in Liverpool (My mum was disgusted when I told her at the weekend she said we could have come round to the Wakefield residence as she would have made some food for us!).
The coach journey back included the CAVA CHALLENGE to celebrate the captains looming 21st Birthday celebration. 13 out of the 14 players had a whole bottle, however, Herman de German did not quite manage all of his and the bottles of Bucks Fizz should really have convened CHALLENGE rules. The fine crystal glasses (in the loosest terms) and nibbles brought a degree of elegance and a middle class element to proceedings!
Man of the match was shared between a few nominations but over all Gregg ‘Parkinsons’ Lloyd was clearly Man of the Match. A well deserved award today for the full back. Dick of the Day, or the DT Dick of the Day however, is becoming a much politicised and monopolised award. It again, for the second game running, went to yours truly DJ Wakefield for some most truly pathetic, nit picking, unjust reasons including, arguing with the umpire whilst letting the player stroll past into the D (that was the 5M rule thing), being abused by Liverpool University Men’s 1st team for telling someone to help on the line (if the lazy midfield did - that wouldn’t have happened), one award was given for nearly being killed by Gavin’s Cava cork! There was another stupid nomination and then Herman de German is forced into voting for me because he does not know anyone else! Utter Bollocks!
So, as James ‘Irish International’ Conolly match report at circle mentioned, all good things must come to an end (Old English Proverb, Or ‘All Good things..’ Wikipedia that – some sad bastards out there!) our 100% league record is gone and now we must re-group and prepare for another Liverpool at The Armitage on Wednesday. This time Liverpool Hope Univers… no I can’t quite write University as in University of Manchester!
So as the scales of time are confronted by the Kerry Katona of eternity and the cubical of destiny is selected by the George Michael of fate I notice it’s the end of the match report.
Good night!