Grizzlies get to see how good they are..... and they're good

 

Twelve Grizzlies minus five equals seven. Although until moments before the start, it looked like 12-5=6 with Scotty deciding to do a Gaffers. Most of us were in the water rearing to go, by the time Scotty showed….thank goodness. That he showed, that is; not that he was late. Gaffers thought the game was 9:00pm. He must have…he ambled in with minutes spare before the buzzer. Max was changing nappies (or more probably pouring beers) for the boys given France is away. Not a word from Sam. Floppsy had a lergy. Ned said she had a lergy, but my bet I is she was shirking the TSDC. Rusty had a bad back. He should take more weight on his elbows and avoid carpet burn. Anyway there we were…Killa, Martin, Gaffers, Big-knob, Cheesey, Scotty, and Lynchy to face what looked like a depleted pennant-winning TSDC. They appeared to be missing Hydraulic Hayden Pearson, Full back Andrew Fisher and cherry-picking Glenn Holmes…..thank heavens. But they did have the Silverback, James Parkinson, Jess Brown, Robbo, a skinny kid, and Jostling Jarrod Coombe, who's recent impressive weight loss did nothing to lessen his impact….either metaphorically on the game nor literally on the opposition!

We got the first one into our tray after a flourish. Feeling good about that we then let one in theirs. At this stage it was looking like a long night, but we managed to get a couple more straight. Anyway half time it was 6:3. The refs did a good job keeping the lid on what has been a fiery clash in the past.

The second half saw some more of the same tenacious attacking by us. With one on the bench we had the advantage as they numbered only six. Martian took on the duties of going the biff with Silverback. Scotty was pleased not to be noted in the refs little book this time. Martian had a blinding big swim down the left for one of his many. A low was when, during the second half, Jarrod took the strike for them, crashed through the forwards, scuffled with the backs and put one in…..all in the one breath ! He was clearly fired up…probably thanks to Martian. Later, with a free just metres from our goal, we attacked, Jarrod defended, took it through us, down their right wing with his powerful dolphin kick, Tim hot on his tail and slammed home another. What should have been on for us we they turned into one for them. That made two straight. We weren't exactly on the ropes but it was good to get a steadier next. Full time score 11:7 thanks to a very timely last effort, only seconds before the final buzzer. Martian again I think. For a personal total of 5. Lynchy got 1, made a lot of noise about being dispossessed by an opportunistic cherry picker for another. He was frigging around near the tray and didn't look like scoring. All right, 2 for Lynchy. 2 for Killa, 1 for Scotty, and 1 for Cheesey. A good result. Two wins from three games so far.

The Olympic soccer was on the tele at the pub. Australia was being whipped by Cote d'Ivoire. We were bemoaning the lack of food…again… when Geoff lobbed out of the kitchen laden with two platters of the POW's deep-fried finest….one for us and one for SOS ! Excellent ! We share ours with some A-grade stragglers and then helped SOS finish off theirs. Save a detour to Mykonos on the way home. A fine evening on all counts really. Whose turn to suffer at the hands of the Grizzlies next week?