excitement, thrills, heartbreak, this game had it all...
mystery was what happened to Adrian Alston? Last reports and sightings of
Adrian were of him boarding a flight out of Kingsford Smith to Cardiff (Rhoose)
Airport muttering, “I can’t do this …I got my reputation
to think of…. If they signed Vidmar they might sign me..we are almost
the same age, there’s still a chance.” However, Club Captain Richy,
who is now talking of transfer listing the famous Noddy said,”there’s
no excuse, Adrian is now on the Transfer List, and what’s more Wolves
have already put in a bid of 3 tinnies of VB...”
Moving to the
game... History was created last Sunday when the Bluebirds DownUnder soccer
team played their inaugural match against the Wolves Supporters Club in
the damp yet postcard setting of Sydney’s Centennial Park..
Richy, along with Mick ‘Arthur Daley' Baker were first at the pitch.
Meanwhile, team captain Steve Buttocks, was stocking up at the bottle
shop in Mosman. Along with Roy 'my Mum's Welsh' and Paul 'my Mum's maiden
name was Evans'; the team captain with the ringers cracked their first
beer of the day. A timely beer at 10am on a Sunday morning.. nothing like
taking the edge off.
crew assembled at Centennial, Martin 'I'm off the beer' (editors comment
- utter bollocks), Jason 'OK so I can't kick', Phil 'its not a corset,
honestly' were amongst the early arrivals. Along with Garry 'no its not
Graham', Mike "Sully Mental', Russell ' Richy is bullshitting about
me being gay' and finally last but not least Jim 'Give me another gram
of speed and I'll save anything' took the field.
moaned about not being able to field a team pre match, but as it turned
out they had 12 compared to the 11 BDU's. So what happened....?
typical Bluebirds style, the Blues were 1 0 down after 3 minutes. A classic
down the right, quick cross, saw the Wolves shiny head clinically finished.
Jim's reaction was one of 'what the f**@#k?". The Blues then woke up.
Buttocks thought he’d taken out the youngest Wolves player (aged 12)
– it’s ok, just a figure of speech - only for the magical 12 year-old
to take out the 6 foot 2 team captain. A David and Goliath moment. The game
was definitely on.
combining in various 1 - 2's was lethal down the right. If a goal was to
come, it must be by the flash Russ. Without going into detail, there were
a couple of half chances missed by the writer - well ok, perhaps 1 or 2
opening goals... At the back Mick and Garry could be heard with their motivating
battle cry "Where's the f@cking midfield?"
to say, other than the occasional break away, it was around 75% BDU for
the rest of the half. In hindsight if there was a Man of the Match it
had to be the bloody Wolves keeper, he had a blinder. Totally no bias
as the writer played up front, but on any other day it could have been
5 1 to BDU by half time. Now the Wolves guys will disagree, and it’s
acknowledge they also had some first half chances. Regardless half time
saw 1 0 to Wolves.
at half time, the eskey was raided for inspiration. Roy, Paul and Jason
led by example and hooked in. Nothing beats the athletic prowess of sucking
a ciggy with your VB at half time. Great stuff.
second half started much the same as the first half ended. Dangerous break
away attacks by Wolves, whilst maintain pressure by the Blues. Chances
did come for the Blues, but in fairness the Wolves defence looked even
more solid. Divine intervention was suggested when it was revealed that
Jeremy the Wolves centre half was a preacher at a local church.
the locked up defence, the equaliser came via a Kavanagh inspired run by
graceful "check out how I look' Phil - a classic midfield run, Phil
beat 2 to slot the ball into the far right hand corner. Off the post was
incidental, it was a goal from the start of Phil's run.The
goal sparked new life into the game, and the giants of the Playoff finals
went head to head. This was a great period for both teams. Maybe because
of tired legs, but a second goal by either team seemed inevitable. Despite
this, it would still take something special.
corner to BDU, the ball floated over, up went 3 or 4 player to head, all
missed... then from the 18 yard line, Steve ‘Buttocks’ Hewitson
rose elegantly (ya..wott!!!) to volley the ball cleanly into the back of
the net. The Wolves keeper couldn't move, time stopped as everyone watch
the ball leave the magical boot.... AARRRRGGGHHHH, UURGGGGGHHHH (meant to
be the slow motion sounds...) suddenly GOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLL - Buttocks
had struck again!
only appear once in a blue moon, the famous BDU had just discovered theirs...
on only 15 to go and suddenly the BDU fell apart. Another classic trait
of our heroes, we had to provide a heart attack finish. Buttocks went
into defence, only to screw it up further, Mick, Jason and Jim were better
off without the idiot. Martin, Roy and Paul tried desperately to steady
the ship from midfield but it wasn't to be... in the dying minutes of
the game, Jason moved to block another Wolves shot, only for deflection
of gallant Jason's boot.. it left heroic Jim stranded - F#*&** wit
was one cry... (only joking Jason : ).
is now considering a move to New Zealand! I suggest Antarctica : )
an obvious disaster to loose the lead, in reflection a draw was fair. Both
teams played their hearts out - "there was only 1 winner and that was
football. Football is a game of 2 halves and the team to score the most
goals will inevitably be the winner" (extracts from a quality Sydney
Morning Herald interview with the 2 captains).
the day ended (surprise, surprise) in the Nelson Hotel, Bondi Junction -
a good turn out.
great day for all concerned, thanks is extended to both sets of players
for the great spirit of the day - Watch this space for future games, and
no doubt a second leg with the Mighty Wolves.
game…. 7 September at 11am Nottingham Forest
Hewitson for BBC Wales, Sydney