Chapter 22: The word on the Street

Our next game was against mid-table-have-nothing-to-play-for Concord. Sounds easy right? We should win 6-0 against a team with basically no reason to actually show up for the match… If only life was that simple…



The first half was mainly marked by the peculiar case of a disappearing Marvin. He failed his marks constantly and Concord Della Verde managed to grab an assist and a goal. We only had a few decent good minutes, when the soon-to-leave Wakefield made a brilliant pass to Constipation between two opposition players. Leaving Leavers in a easy 1 on 1 situation.

The second half started badly, with same Della Verde BOMBARDING the goal on a free kick. Poor Harvey had no chance of stopping it. A few minutes later tiny Brazilian Rodmandinger managed to tackle an opposition player so “hard” they got a penalty. We could only look smugly at the Ref trying to telepathically tell him “How can such a small player tackle such a bigger player? You mad??”. Justice was on our side, when Della Verde hit Harvey’s head on the penalty kick and not scoring. Game ended on a very positive note tho. When I basically gave up on the game and remembered I was trying to Make Eli into an AMC so I moved him into that position. Leavers crossed a somewhat brilliant cross while Eli scored a magnificent volley kick. I think next season this will be his official position.

I took the slight lack of bad form for scaremongering and managed to get another coach approved. So meet our second butler, Thomas. A much better qualified manager and coach than me if you ask me… just don’t tell the chairman.



We also got the first graduate of Miss Jenas School for peculiar children. A failure of course. Shame, from all of Genas little side projects I did believe Bola can be the one who could improve. I think his lack of goals, and eventually been even replaced by a 15 years old on the bench got to him…



Our next game, was only remarkable in that we won. With Eli as AMC and even scoring.



Our next game was against Hemel Hempstead, another cynical game. We scored early and then bunker-ed up. So not much to talk about, other then the 92nd wonderful volley kick goal by Wakefield. At this point I think he is just showing off because he is leaving…



THEN, came the most crucial game against award wining manager Woodman’ Whitehawk. Who are in the 2nd place at the this time, and our direct rivals for the title. And what an epic game it was.

A very close game util the 62nd minute, when a crazy cross by maestro Tiki-Taka into empty space was very skillfully headed in by Street. The euphoria didn’t last long and in the 78th minute Whitehawks Albi brushed aside both Parsons and Small Marv to score a header. Even more annoying is the fact the the same Albi was at the start of the season on trial with us but we could not afford his wages…



What happens next is the stuff movies are made of… just as soon as I give up on the game. And prepare to substitute Street, who is clearly our best player on the field. A notion not hidden by Whitehawk who very cynically fouled him. So there Street is, mere seconds from being substituted with a pulled hamstring that basically ends his season…



…and HE SCORES THE WINING GOAL! Not just a wining goal… but a goal that most likely will give us the title. Unless something horribly horrible with happen in the next two games.



As you can see, our situation is very good.