Heren 1 – Strawberries 1: a Dunglish fairytale Well. Yes. That was a different kind of cookie this week, as Louis van Gaal would say. But let me just fall with the door in your house. Your fierce Flagship had to play against the Strawberries, who are located in the village Threehouse. We drove there with our colone of topless cars and we had very much sin in the game! When we arrived, the againststander hated us welcome with a angry grim and if cans could kill, we would all be dead now. It was an intense warming-up, with concentrated faces, sweaty palms and after we all toghether raped the balls, the game could start. We had an important mission. Our former coach Fred Meijer always said: everybody wants to win from the number one, especially if you’re the number two. So we had to be sharp as a knive, otherwise we would let them eat the cheese of our bread. That was not the understanding, no. We had to orphan up our guard and work ourself completly the blubbers. Side on side, chest foreout, we sang our victorysong: Three fingers in the air, Come up come up, the W from Willem is the W from We! When the yellow referees whistled their whistles we could go our gang on the bouncing semiwaterfield. Onwards with the goat! The first task in our mission was to screw up the score. It was an exhausting game and the ball went from one side of the pitch to the other side. There were some small changes on both sides, but the scoreboard kept on showing 0-0. This all changed when Grandpa came into the field. There were so many people watching this game. And they were applauding for our 40 year old, while he was almost immediatly important for our team by arranging a punishmentcorner. Children were sighting behind the fence and they all thought the same thing: when I grow up and become an old, old man, I hope I still can do all the things he does. If that’s not layed away for me, I hope I can be like breakingbullet Bob, because he scored with his trademark: the flickstroke. 1-0. Bob played a great game anyway, showing why he is the captain of this bunch of unordened. We have to give compliments to our cocks Sjoerd, Aaron and Bass as well, because it looked like they prepared the strawberries as very nice meals. It was almost impossible to prick through the defence with these rugbyguys. What can they play hockey hè! The referee whisteld three times, we have had our First period (except of Pieter, but let’s not get into details). We started the second half as pussies. We walked backwards and left all the hard work to our captain. We couldn’t make chocolate out of this. So, obviously the ‘Berries smelt blood and the big, white bald guy scored with a perfect penalycorner. We didn’t let it bring us from the wise. We have stand for hotter fires, so we didn’t pull it ourself too much on. We stripped up our sleeves and listened to the last screaming words from coach Jan Boskamp. “Now breaks my wooden shoe! Stop with sticking your head in the sand! Where are we now all the way with busy?” The quarter fell: “Ah, on that bike!” We had to be fast in the switch from non-possesion to possession, so we tried to lead them around the garden by defending and be fast in our attacks. On one of these occassions Jesper played his action very well and got an penaltycorner. Our grandpa was involved in this played out corner and was kicked down very very hard. So we had a penaltyball. A child could do the washes, so Bob scored oh so beautiful. The audience became silent. Would favorite Strawberries lose in their own house? It was very exiting. Time was ticking away and our coach was very nervous, especially because his watch wasn’t walking anymore. At the very last second of our second period, the opponent thought they scored, but the difforcejudge said: “make that the cat wise, you first hit the ball with your foot. I’m not crazy Henkie”. They felt like bad luck birds. This game was a ramp for them, and Purmerend won the match. Some said it was deserved, some said it was with more luck then smartness, but even if that was so, you should never look a given horse in the mouth. So we jumped around like monkeys, as proud as a peacock, and we celebrated this win with a big, big smile, a beer and for the smokers a shag. For them: Pitty peanutbutter, but they should take it with a little bit of salt. Next week we play against Westerpark at 14.45 hrs on Sportpark the Munnik. Don’t miss it! you can always beat my advice in the wind, but don’t be crying if you missed it. I know it’s difficult to remember, so i have a very easy donkey bridge for you: watch the Ladies (who won today as well) and just stay untill the next game start. We want to thank all the people who came to cheer for us from the bottom of our hearts and also from our girlfriends bottoms. I hope we let you fell with your noses in the butter today!
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 20:24:37 +0000
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