MADRID SQUEEZES THE PULP OUT OF THE JUICE

Mark your calendars……… your lads are off to the cup finals

REAL ALE 4 JUICE 0

Louis

Chris

Damian

Simon

We squashed them senseless. And even though for maybe a brief second it might have felt to them like they had a chance, Madrid was without a doubt a class above them. From the get go we dominated play, and right to the final whistle we kept out intensity level up. Sure, there was that five minute spell where they had a chance to tie it up, but when you don’t take advantage of your opportunities, eventually they come back to bite you. Just as Chris and Damo bit them badly within a 3 minute span. After that it was just a waiting game and when the final whistle blew right after Simon’s controversial ‘was it’ or ‘wasn’t it’ an own goal, the ref knew to call it there.

Feels good, don’t it?

Speaking of good, here we go.

Good:

- Player of the game, Damian. Scored a beauty and set up 2 more. Dominated the midfield just like we know he can, and to think of him and Ian both in the middle at the same time …………well, it makes me cream my pants in excitement.

- Karsten…again. Solid when he needed to be with a stellar save when it was still 1-0 to keep us up on them.

- Every single one of us. It takes a team playing as a team to make it this far, and we definitely are playing like one. This cup tournament started out with 64 teams or so, and to be in the final is one hell of an accomplishment we should all be proud of.

- Fan support. Darren’s misses and Cooper were there again. Mrs. McNulty and her fascination with my nipples was there also with their little guy. Warren brought out a red hot redhead who I dreamed about in the shower when I got home. And I brought out………….my friend Harold. Hence leading to more rumours questioning my sexuality.

Bad:

- apart from that 5 minute spell where they hit the cross bar on a free kick, and when it seemed like we couldn’t clear the ball for the life of us, nothing else bad to report.

Ugly:

- Jacks penalty miss. Now lets see here……… hits babies with beer caps, cant score for the life of him, terrible gas when drinking………..hmmmmmmmmm……Grimes could make some room up front with one quick cut if you ask me. I couldn’t help but see the fear in Cooper’s wee little eyes every time Jack crossed his sight. Poor wittle baby.

Real Ugly:

- Mario stretching yet another g0ddamn #3 jersey. Does he think the ladies will mistake him for me if he wears my shirt? Dude shows up at soccer city 3 hours before the game just so he can be the first one to jump into the kit bag and grab my freakin shirt. Well you want an interesting stat? Both times that he has worn my shirt and I have been forced to wear another, I have scored a goal in each game. And him? The only number 3 he is known for is being #3 on immigrations most wanted list for jumping the Mexico/U.S border.

Up next:

Cupwise, the final beckons us sometime in September. Madrid has never won this trophy before in its illustrious history, and now would be a good time to win it seeing as its Simon’s swan song. Regular action sees us collide with Strella this Wednesday, who boast the top scorer in the league right now. Why do I mention this?

Well he alone has 18 goals so far this year.

We as a team have 23.