Before we begin, please be advised of the following notice: Mr. Damian Higgins must bring beer to Saturdays game. Failure to appear or do so, will result in dire consequences. Unfortunately this is no joke Damo, so don’t go treading on thin ice with these lads. Thank you.

SPANKED AND BLANKED Unfortunately not a sexual reference, but Madrid’s outcome last night

REDPATH 4             REAL ALE 0

Do you hear that? That’s them laughing at us. They’re still laughing, and all night it echoed through my head. Madrid was taught a lesson last night that if it wants to run with the big boys, that they have to play a hell of a lot better then they did last night. It was a horrible lesson, one that was physical, fast paced, and full of precision. We were utter crap. No excuses.

Good -The Ref. He actually called a good game and was smart as hell to call it early knowing that their childish antics and our boiling frustration would lead to nothing but a good old fashioned brawl. Kudos to him. - Darren. He played better then all of us and never gave up.

Bad -Every damn aspect of our game. We stood by and watched as they ran circles around us. We failed to string anything together to lead to any sort of build up. We had no offensive production whatsoever. - Redpath laughing at the end like little schoolgirls failing to realize we do indeed cross paths again and that Trevor has one hell of a memory. Can someone ask Aidan if we can loan Redpath a stretcher that day ? -our divison title hopes. With the loss last night we now fall 7 pts back with 4 games to go. Mathematically still possible, but as Paul stated “ I don’t see them losing to anyone anytime soon.”

Ugly -Mario’s Nike Ronaldo disco boots. Its not what you wear, but whats in them my pudgy taco eating firend. Value of shoes = 150.00 Value of his foot = a liability to Madrid -the pitches of soccer city. The nicely trimmed grass only is meant to mask the treacherous potholes scattered throughout this accident waiting to happen. I found out the hard way myself, as my left ankle is throbbing in pain today as I rolled it on some crater on the field.

Super Ugly A special new section, and congratulations to Jack for his honors here. This tough guy thinks its cool to flick beer caps at 5 month old babies heads. If Redpaths laughing is echoing in my head, then the vibrations of the cap hitting little Cooper’s head is what kept this little innocent angel up all night. Shame on you Jack. Shame on you.

Next up: Cup game this Saturday against the Juice. Win and we’re in the final, its that simple. League game next Wednesday as we dance with Strella. We must regroup and pull our socks up after the loss last night, as this one wont be a walk in the park. Remember, things are tight, and anything can happen between now and the end and the possibility of not making the playoffs period is still there.