.....and if you're a Mosgiel player and wondering why you're getting such a hard time about finishing the season where you normally do; in obscurity, the type of satirical sharke shown below is the reason. Unfortunately when your senior club members are just as disrespectful as your pimply faced youth what chance do you have. Hopefully lesson learned.
The top of the table meeting with Cav
was truly a clash worth waiting for - and
like the Clash’s epic “London Calling” - it
was like North London v “Sarf” London.
In the blue corner - Mosgiel
playing like those north London fancy
dans Arse and Spurs purring on the ball
and tiki taka’ing around tiny spaces v
Cav in the red corner - playing like Sarf
Londons favs from Selhurst Park and
Plough Lane ; late on resorting to
lumping it long and hurling balls and
bodies like windmills into the box in a
desperate attempt to force an equaliser.
The first half was very tight with
very little
given away
-0-0 at the
break . Cody took a free kick about 30yards out and whilst
everyone waited for a lofted cross he simply unleashed
fury and only the net stopped its trajectory .
Cav responded to tie it up and once again Cody,
whose had an itchy trigger foot all season, scored a
sublime scorcher to put us ahead. With time nearly up
Cavs route 1 style of footie had our 5 ‘3 defenders under
the cosh and we buckled to cough a goal with 6 to go.
Despite some unsavory words from the croud in
Brookys ear he didn’t waiver and our little un’s earned us a
point with a 2-2 draw. A fantastic effort to go through the
first round unbeaten.
