Corinthians 6 - 0 AIR

A belated match report this week as the London Bier fest interrupted the normal process of events.

As the list of Corinthian victories grows longer the ‘invincibles’ have an ever mounting reputation to protect. This is the type of pressure that broke the Roman Empire. As yet though, the Corinthians are enjoying the halcyon days of unity and success befitting the earlier Augustan rule, with a good couple of centuries and the birth of a messiah to go before the inevitable faction fighting and relenting of territory to a bunch of marauding barbarians.

Thursday night saw yet another clinical display from the imperial forces, I mean the Corinthians. Davison, Cenamor, Gomes, Brown, Lewis and Tjaardstra lined up in an attack minded fashion to face one of the Attlee league new boys. There was added pep to the occasion with the as yet unquantifiable opposition being lead by one of Cenamor’s house mates meaning that house hold bragging rights were on the five aside pitch shaped table.

2 goals for Brown, 1 for Lewis, 2 for Cenamor, 1 for Tjaardstra made the score line a secure looking 6-0 by the final whistle, there is also rumours afoot that City Fives are investing in reinforced crossbars to cope with the sheer number and force of Davison hammer blows. It was the usual story for the Champions though, early dominance and fluid motion slowly winding down into the type of red faced wheezing and lumbering over confidence which bellows out like Brian Blessed having a coughing fit calling to Gomez to make his now trademark collection of empirically impossible reaction saves to keep the goal out of reach of the opposition.

There was no concealing the zeal of Cenamor as he immediately took the game by the scruff of the neck in a running pitch battle with his housemate resulting in him coming out on top, but at the expense of his mobility. Doctors say, he may never walk again and there will be a club collection sent round to see if we can gather enough money together for a discarded NHS wheel chair, or at least a pair of Heely’s trainer Skates and a piece of string to pull him around London on.

The opposition where no push over though and it should be noted that with a bit more recruitment and practice, there may be grudge match of begrudgingly grudge like proportions awaiting us in December.