Back-to-back football this weekend and after Saturdays 'closer-than-it-should-have-been' win, the boys were fired up and half way there to 2 free pints of the Porterhouse's finest, courtesy of Coach Creighton's offer if we got all 6points from the weekend.
And if blackmail in the form of alcohol is what is needed, then we'll all be at Alcoholics Anonymous in no time.
This was simply our finest performance of the season.
It wasn't really until we were 2-0 up in the second half that the football excelled, but what was pleasing in the first half, was the dedication, commitment, everyone working for each other, the desire to reach the 50/50 first, and the vocal energy to support and communicate. Now thats not to say it was easy, Barnstoneworth are a big, imposing physical team and gave us a good game in the first half, but we stood up to them and more.
If any more proof was needed regard the positive attributes of beer, look no further than Craig MacDonald. Imperious at right back, even after his birthday celebrations (involving copious beers, a ruby and dirty dancing with a belly dancer till 2.30am) 5minutes in there he was beating a man, chesting the ball and releasing Nick Huxstead down the wing with a peach of a ball. Lawrence on the left and Nick on the right were stretching the Barnstoneworth defence and Pontus and Binham were working well up front together
Steve Jack was a colossus at the back, winning every header in defence, and venturing forwards and should have maybe hit the target with a few headers.
Dunbar pressure continued with a foul against Binham on the right hand side of the area. Bruiser marched up ominously. The bench murmured 'Let Ciaran take it', 'its on his wrong side' and 'please don't shoot Bruiser'.
With a few small steps and a swing of the trusty right peg, and the ball was nestling in the bottom right hand corner. 'Told you he should have shot' was theanalysis for the bench.
As the first half wore on, the rolling subs worked well with Nathan, Bolts, Charlie, Adam, and Fordy all coming on to provide some fresh legs to keep the momentum going. And another encouraging aspect to our squad is the versatility of so many players, who can play in their non-preferred position and put a performance in for the team.
And so the half-time summary, was more of the same, ball to feet and shoot on sight. And for once, we did what we said we should do!
Second half, shooting down the slope and it was pretty much one way traffic.
Seba and captain Geoff were winning everything in midfield, and the interplay between the wingers and the forwards was excellent, and slick quick passing down the wings, stretching the defence created the first goal.
Charlie was played through beautifully by Binham, and Charlie backed himself, slotting it past the keeper on the near post, rather than the obvious slide rule ball to your unmarked reporter, but we wont hold that against him. B*st*rd.
5ft nothing Binham was all over them, weaving in and out of them and at one point even outjumped a 6'5" monster defender. Bolts had a few volleys that had the keeper scrambling, Nathan brought out a save (though afterwards offered himself a Twat of the Week nomination for not doing better), Binham chipped the crossbar with a 30yard pearler, Steve put a header over, and it was no surprise that Dunbar eventually went 3-0 up when Binham deservedly got the goal after a great performance.
Barnstoneworth were spent, bereft of ideas, exemplified at one point when all three central defenders were hands-on-knees gasping for air, and so it was even with 5minutes left that the dulcet Geordie Jackabusi tones came ringing out around Centennial Park of 'Get your fucking wallet out Bruiser'. And true to his word, Bruiser did. And as the final whistle went, you could hear 18 fellas rejoice, and one Mrs Creighton to-be release a blood curdling scream bemoaning the impending BFC - Bruiser Financial Crisis, and the postponement of the Fiji trip for a while longer!
Well done fellas, a solid weekend that got our title aspirations well and truly back on track.
A big shout out to Colin who is coming down every week whilst injured and cheering on the boys, Shame none of us have clue what he is saying but its still appreciated.
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