The Gorse Fox had a quiet start to the day but by 9:00 he was heading across to Ford for football. It was just as well that he left early. The car park was already filling up and the last thing you need is to be searching for places to park.
The Gorse Fox forecast that he was in for a torrid time. The way the teams had fallen, he knew that he would be on the wrong end of a tonking. As is so often the case, it started well enough. Their best player started in goal. We managed to hold things at 3-2 for half time (one of those goals being from the Gorse Fox). In the second half, their best player came out onto the pitch. All hell broke loose. Goals were flying in all over the place. The Gorse Fox was trying to defend and to help attack. He almost doubled his usual caloric burn for the session. In the end, we lost 13-9. It could have been worse, but not a lot!
The Gorse Fox has had a very lazy afternoon. He spent most of it sitting in the Orangery and some of it reading the fine print on the inside of his eyelids.
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