There was an air of trepidation before kick off because we were missing multiple players who were either travelling the globe or were injured or were having boils lanced. We kicked off with 11 and fifteen minutes after the start the Gilf showed up after fighting off a bout of food poisoning that would have hobbled a horse. Captain Flicky set us up 4-5-1 with instructions to keep our shape at all costs. Crapoli had a ton of quality players but we started OK and this Limey bastard slotted one through for Caino who spotted the keeper off his line, leaving the near post open. Cain quickly assessed the situation and put the ball right in the sweet spot from a very tight angle. Unexpectedly we found ourselves ahead. Crapoli did draw even with a penalty from a dodgy call and we were all square at the half. Doug Vee settled things from a direct free kick just outside the box in the second half. The ball took a slight deflection off Daryl's shoulder but the goals committee is giving the goal to Mr Viggliolottalinguinewidplennyasauce.
Everyone worked their socks off and played their positions almost perfectly. Crapoli created chances but we kept our shape so well that they could not take them. Tom was magnificent in goal and proved that the massive transfer fee (one light beer and a slice of pizza) was money well spent. When we got our foot on the ball we kept it with some nice passing that looked very much like Barcelona in mid season form.
We retired to the parking lot and feasted on Captain Flicky Chile which we washed down with some fine suds supplied by JB. Captain Flicky passed around eclairs for dessert and Caino ate fifteen and vomited all the way back to Salem.
