When you come up with rules to a game, you need to be extremely careful they do not come back to bite you in the ass. Forgetting my playing shirt was worthy of any DoD award, but Ben Edge and his streak of on pitch brutality looked to have snuck it, sadly as he won the Schnozzz off on the previous evening he had earned himself immunity!
Not too sure if it was last nights dinner, the large amount of sports drinks or a bout of nerves that was making me feel slightly uneasy before the Poland match. Maybe it was the fact that the Welsh side resembles the cast of the hobbits in the Lord of the Rings and the Poles were something out of 300 (huge). Anyway, we had our two big lads David Schwimmer and Chuck Norris at the back to guard the shire. Peter was going through his traditional pre-match ritual of re-griping, yoga and a skipping routine dedicated to former captain and national treasure Rhys Joyce. Owain (Gary) on the other hand was practicing the art of running into people at pace, which if witnessed is an incredibly effective skill, although don’t try it in Austria as they are not so impressed.
Our attention had now turned to what animal would make an effective goalkeeper, our keeper (Ketts) has named himself ‘Dragon’ but I am not too sure that a dragon would be that great between the sticks. This dragon bagged man of the match as decided by the bench of 20 technical delegates, and he was well worth it with 4/5 outstanding saves along with some crucial interceptions. Richard Gay managed to grunt louder than Maria Sharapova when he sent a drag flick into the side netting to square up the match. The match opened up which suited the Welsh team and the Polish keeper was forced into making some sharp saves, this was until I rolled one in with a couple to go sparking scenes not seen since ‘Mike Bassett – England Manager’. The polish side then broke immediately but repeatedly ran into ‘The Hoover’ (Peter) who cleaned up, and ushered us over the line.
Tuesday started in very similar fashion, I was greeted by the naked bottom of Peter asleep in the opposite bed, which considering how bad it could have been is a result. Peter and I had invested in a selection of breakfast cereals including Honey Cheerios and Nesquik Rocks, to replace one of the strangest breakfast line-ups I have ever seen. I am also not too sure about the hot milk but my little girl seems to have no such problem so I suppose I should just man up! We then went back to the rooms to sleep in beds carved out of one of Ron Burgundy’s book cases, and topped with mattresses thinner than Jonny Gordan’s right bicep – as you can imagine it is not the most comfortable of sleep’s.
Now for the Swede’s and another positive result!
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