And though we fought tigerishly (I'm lost: how can 'Dogs be tigerish? Ed), I would be, erm, 'lion' if I said we weren't 2nd best as their attack 'leopard' all over the place, overrunning our defence like thome kind of 'Panther' Tank. (That is your worst ever. Please stop it, now! Ed). Three well taken strikes rattled the backboard before half time, alas none from an orange shirted player. Thus we reached the break having not exactly shared evenly the first half goals, as follows:
HALF TIME: Masonians 3 'Dogs 0
Spurred on by the kind of 'we may not win, but let's give a good account of ourselves' half time talk we know so well from out eternally optimistic leader, we did indeed give a better account of ourselves after the break. Inspired by the capacity crowd of 5 people on their clubhouse balcony who weren't watching, and a baby who wouldn't stop cheering us on - oh alright then, crying - we did much better in the 2nd half. Having conceded another goal shortly after the break, when the GMB found himself beaten at the 3rd attempt after 2 point blank saves, we decided attack was the best form of defence. Our captain showed the way, interpreting his notional role as right back as an excuse to get to know their left back in their 22. Satbir was in one of his frisky moods and, as the shadows lengthened and the aged muscles cried for mercy, our trio of young scamps, Richard x 2 plus Shamin, carved them apart on several occasions. It was no more than we deserved when Satbir pulled back a late goal. We could even have had one or 2 more but, hey, we were well beaten overall, by the better side.
Woof woof to Masonians, see you next season.
FULL TIME: Masonians 4 'Dogs 1
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