March 18th 2005
Times Smithy has fouled people: 23, Amount of times said fouled people were Mickey: 20, Times Mickey has squared up to him: 21, Times I've found this horny: 21
The match was a tremendous success, Uniform won, to a chant of 'Cheat, Cheat, Cheat' from the CID team. Still, they always have been sore losers.
Smithy was voted 'Man Of The Match', despite his tendency to foul the opposite team, I think he'd bribed Reg – but it was well deserved, he is a good player. Found out today he played Sunday league football, and you could see from his ball control no pun intended… and the way he raced up and down the pitch helping the others that he knew what he was doing.
Mickey on the other hand took to swearing, and panting for breath as he stormed from one side of the pitch to the other, barking instructions. Mickey has his speed in his favour over Smithy…but Smithy has the football know-how, not that Mickey would ever agree.
Steve was the first to pick up an injury. I suspect it was more him being a wuss and getting out with both his legs intact, given that Mickey's pep talk had consisted of 'Defend the ball to the death – or else.' And to say that he was well…lacking foot-eye co-ordination would be generous.
Amber came on in place of her, and she was a surprisingly good player. Her defence mechanism being 'flash the other side' whenever they came to tackle her worked well. She kept the ball – they had a smile on their faces.
Terry picked up an injury from a tackle by Dan, missing the ball and kicking his ankle was a genuine accident, and Dan did look appropriately sorry – so Terry said he could stay in, much to Mickey's annoyance. Jo came on in his place, threatening the Uniform team with passing back the really awful cases. They were more interested in the contents of her sports bra, causing her to score CID's first goal…
The match ended Uniform 12 – CID 6 ½. The half was begrudgingly allowed by Smithy as Jo's effort, saying she'd hypnotized them so it was only part allowed. Boys…can't take them anywhere.
The team tried to lift Smithy onto their shoulders, eventually settling for patting him heartily on the back and offering to pay for his drinks all night. Which of course he just 'had' to agree to.
The cheerleading was fun, according to Mickey he'd never heard of a cheerleader supporting both teams, but he liked the bunches, the pom poms and the incredibly short skirt tradition…, so he was easily swayed and gave in when I hugged him better. I tried to extend the offer to Smithy, but he kinda moved past without acknowledging us as he left the grounds. Suspect that was to do with where Mickey's head was resting, though it wouldn't have taken two seconds to push him back and latch onto Smithy, but…y'know.
So now, we're heading towards the pub, everything's set for a good night…just wonder how long it'll take for one of them to get bladdered and started arguing about the score. ….again.
