Lost

Well it was a lovely start to the day, if a little cold. The Silver Vixen had Pilates and the Gorse Fox had football on the schedule.

The football did not go well today; the Gorse Fox was playing for the orange-bibs. Perhaps our local reporter expressed it best:

Score line hardly does it justice. 

Brian’s Orange Linedancers 1 Gary’s Yellow Flamencos 6 

We started by re-arranging the goals for a blue line 6v5, when Terry (John “handball” Oram’s cousin), limped up and Jack persuaded him to play. After re-arranging the goals again, we kicked off in bright sunshine and by half time yellows had a 2 goal lead through Runaldo and Gossiping Barry. 

Second half Terry Crabb retired hurt, swiftly followed by the aforementioned Terry, clutching what had been his good leg when he arrived! Cue shuffling with Petra Bone changing to orange. However no good fortune for him as Barry, Runaldo, Dudders and JB the tree surgeon all scored for orange with Late’Ron getting the consolation goal for the Linedancers via a wicked deflection off JB. I must report that some of Jacks language directed at me should have resulted in the referee having a word with him. As usual our thanks to JO for his refereeing, stopping some of the more obvious running.

The Gorse Fox was not really amused - it was more like Whingeing Football than Walking football today, and many of the decisions seemed to be entirely arbitrary and there was a certain lack of good grace. Indeed one "hand ball" decision against the opposing team was so obviously not a hand ball that the Gorse Fox decided he would take the free-kick and just rolled it straight to the opposition goalkeeper. Think of it as the "Corinthian Spirit".

Back home the Silver Vixen arrived a few minutes after the Gorse Fox. She had Ellie with her and she will be staying for the next couple of days.

Only 3 full days before Cousteau-Cub arrives now. We are really looking forward to the weekend.