13/08/2009 Corinthians Match report 5-4 Victory

This is D day, 5 games in with 5 wins to our name and Hawthorn, Attlee and Brewin to go, the battle is won but Victory in Commercial Street day is still a long way off.



Alexander Pope once said: Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.



We will live by this mantra:



Benjamin Franklin once said: We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.



I’m worried that one might be misconstrued in post match showers so ignore it.



The Corinthians raced to glory with a 5-1 lead 20 minutes into the match against a battle weary Brewin side. The football was majestic and the referee decisions flowed the way of the Corinthian with the momentum of a fat child rolling down a hill….presumably after being pushed. The final nail in the coffin of his insecurities that leads to a general sense of misanthropy an emersion in the Catcher in the Rye and inevitably him bringing a shot gun to school and killing 15 fellow pupils before dressing as private Pile and blowing his own fat brains out.



2 penalties soundly rounded off by Finnegan, Deian waltzed down the middle of the pitch, the opposition parting like the red sea before the inevitable shot rifled past the keeper. There was even a goal for Lewis. Whether the gasps that followed were awe or the ugly whispers of surprise we shan’t speculate.



All was well.



Suddenly Brewin turned on their characteristic steel, forcing mistake after mistake from a complacent Corinthians. Suddenly it was 5-4 and confidence was racked, if hadn’t been for the goal keeping heroics of Gomez all could have been lost. They just kept coming and the Corinthians looked like Frank Bruno, casually leaning on the ropes whilst Mike Tyson drove his ten tonne truck fists repeatedly into his jaw.



The grit and tenacity of Tjaadstra and Neville proved vital, dragging the game by the scruff of it’s neck back into an even battle, forcing yet another penalty, this time Finnegans mind games with the keeper proved inadequate and it was left to Cenamor to mis queue a strike after fantastic build up play the trickled under the keepers body and into the net for the 2 goal cushion.



A cushion that proved vital as it was suddenly 6-5 and a Brewin penalty was awarded. Heroics and perfect technique from Gomez saved the day and there was no looking back. Suddenly it was about keep ball and tackling so aggressive that it wouldn’t have been out place in the NFL.



The finest time wasting incident was when Lewis tracked the ball into the corner, defying physics he held off the two opposing players with arms which resemble something that might usually be found on a Barbie doll, then clung to the fence like a screeching spider monkey whilst they hacked at his legs. Help arrived in the guise of Deian juggernaught Glyn, plowing into the back of an unsuspecting Brewin player and taking over the role of ball hacker.



The final whistle rang out to the relief of all but Tjaadstra who’s final shot of the game was rolling into the back of the net, now uncounted, irrelevant, passed over like a woman for promotion in a 70’s office.



A hard fought victory, but we have to play them all over again next week, so the story is only half told.



See you then!