Match Report 1 - 3^rd Team

2010 /2011

So, here we were relegated from the heights of division 2 to play Newmarket in div 3. Without the crocked Rocket we still felt as though we'd have enough in turn over the tractor boys…..

Unfortunately Buddy was still half cut from his 40^th birthday antics at the weekend and helpfully they had strengthened their team considerably, (get the excuses in early!!!).

I was up against their almost pensioner, Val Ryan. Despite playing some really good squash recently, (for me!) I reverted to my team mentality and made the all too common mistakes. Whilst it was a good match against an awkward opponent I should have won comfortably had I have played the way the lads instructed - I didn't and ended up losing 3-1, (9/7, 0/9, 10/8, 9/0)….I have a couple of weeks to get my head sorted out for my next match as I'm out next week for my 40^th celebrations!

Andy was up against the extremely fit and lithe jockey boy Mark Childs. What I saw of this was Andy looking rather hot and bothered and Mark pretty much retrieving everything he could throw at him. It was a tight encounter with Andy losing in 5.

Next up - The Gabiator…. Yet again Gab came up with the goods, despite playing someone who appeared as though he couldn't be arsed! Yes you do have to beat what's in front of you Gab but I didn't actually see him in front of you, or the T for the entire match! Anyway our man saw off their lacklustre bloke in 3 easy games - thanks for restoring some pride though Gab!

I'll amalgamate Chunk and Buddy's matches into one summary…. Both had their shorts pulled down and were spanked. Chunk never got going against a very tight left hander, Simon Morris. Buddy just blew and blew out of every orifice against Matt Pearce, who he would ordinarily dispatch easily - not tonight though! Both matches were over all too quickly!

Just to rub salt in our wounds Val showed me his bus pass and Matt held up the results sheet and asked, "Is that okay Bill?", (at least our food's better than theirs!).

We did have a cheeky little p*** take lined up for the Rocket, (as we assumed that we might actually win!), HOWEVER - you're not dropped Rocket…please hurry back, (believe me, even injured you'll show us t****** up - not you Gab!).

Next up - Comberton at home…… Come on lads!!!

Cheers for the lack of swearing this week Billy!