Thought I'd do you a quick Match report Boss...

We turned up, Jacko told us that we couldnt play on grass so had to play on the astro. Half the players went home again to get trainers. We finally got changed (Genghis, in a moment of inspiration, decided to drive back home to get his trainers, but not take the kit out of his car first...) and wandered out to the astro. Team was as usual with Browny at right midfield and Adam at left back. Frew was in goal, having turned up late after getting lost twice driving to Henwick, although originally he was driving to Northcroft.

Kick off was about 11am, with the Shefford boys passing it around nicely and finding holes in the Forest defence, coming close on a number of occasions. The game warmed up when this twat on their team squared up to Genghis, which prompted Lewis to wander over and quietly enquire what he was doing. The guy in question got a slap from Dave, probably because he was wearing jogging bottoms (worryingly, Tony seemed very keen to find out 'how big and hard his is when he takes his trousers off...). He got sent off for a bit, Lewis didnt.

They scored when a corner went back out to the win, this shit midfielder put a looping mis hit cross into the box, over Frews head and it was bundled in. Steve Tab came on.

Second half saw many changes, I went to the left wing, Browny to left back, Adam to the centre mid, Matty to right back (he had also played half the first half at right back...). Shefford dominated, winnning what seemed like 57 corners in a row, with shot after shot being kept out by their keeper (who Crabbeman had described as 'really shit' before the match, and told us to 'shoot whenever we get the chance because he is bollocks'). More corners followed, then somehow they scored. Im not sure how it happened, but I think it may have had something to do with Hilly going up front. Then they scored again. The fooker who had been sent off got the ball on the edge of the area and crossed it in. Go Figure.

Steve Tab came on.

The Shefford boys trooped off (at the final whistle, not because of Stevey), all in agreement that the opposition were a bunch of wankers who we wont bother playing again (they only gave us £30...), with Tony still wanting to see the guy without his trousers on, probably to see how he would stand up to the challange.