The Glencoe heads rolled past no man’s land at Auld Dale for a day out at Footy Park.
A great day it was too with the sun out for an extended visit and the pies winners in the first three bouts of the day.
The sponsors day was in full swing with Tracy and her girls making sure that they were well fed and ’watered’
The Spuds buggered the day up when we got whopped in the seniors. We all knew it was going to be tough. Losing a couple more of our prime movers took a hell of a lot of drive out of the side. Then Here’s Johnny joined the casualty list to see our chances of making a game of it slip slip slide further away.
Poor old Memory Lane was inconsolable, but was gracious in defeat offering no excuses. Old warhorse Jonsey also took the loss hard with an enviable record finally being broken. She’ll be right old fella.
The second grade spuds were all in the bag and stitched up by Cans mighty Pies outfit before three quarter time. It was a fantastic result beating the second ranked Murphies after the previous weeks bugger up at Hatherleigh.
Crouchies old man nearly fell off the changerooms roof with excitement. The old bloke has more toys than Dick Smith and was up there match testing his brand new very expensive full HD digital wide screen Canon handicam.
He zoomed in on big fella and gun recruit Terminator noting that last years jumper still fitted the boy nicely. Fantastic game by all with doof doof Dylan on fire in a B.O.G performance and a bloke 20 years older than Dil in Stonehenge having a good day out with 5 goals. Maintain the rage boys.
The Crouchmeister got the mug award and raised a few hail Marys to his patron Saint Agnes.
A few of the boys let their hair (and trousers) down when they were entertained by music machine Jarred in the club. A lot of beaut phone cam photo’s, Benny Walks proving a real crack up.
A couple of the Bee boys bolted at 2am when the club alarm activated Kerry ‘how come no other bastard answers the bloody phone.’
The Warracanabeal wanderers the Braedy Morcom Bunch rocked up to check on their boy. Old man morcs left his purple suit home after his previous faux pa. However I reckon he wished he had brought it to blend in with the winners and grinners. Local lumberjacks Hawky and Benny Who got in dirt cheap.
Smart move on Figs part to have the Long arm of the law Derek on deck just in case the spud heads thought they were playing for the spud Matthews trophy at the Doo. No chance as its bolted down well.
Amateur bird watchers Mark and Jack were in their element at Memorys aviaries after the hawk game.
Captain Cook had a bit of a sway up in rough seas but luckily the glow worm was there to steer the ship.
Theres life left in the old Moth yet after he jumped in with the Pirate and sailed out to Sandy Corner at 0200 hours and dropped anchor until 10am Sunday. Coops and Sandy were rapt, vowing to go to Kriegs for a padlock and chain.
Back in town Figs ride on was getting well looked after at Johnnys as junior myth buster Thorn Dog disproved the theory that a rock kicked up by a mower was not capable of shattering a security screen door. Expensive experiment!
The smallest vehicle in the Mules fleet was put to good use Sunday as the ideal conveyance to church with Lead Foot as test pilot and Johnny the Volvo dummy on the sled. It was a slow trip even with Lead foot pressing the pedal to the metal.
Local drop bear fancier Thorny is setting up trip wires to protect himself after hearing what one did to a tent full of Poms in Norway. You can never be too careful.
Census night kept poor old Sandy Corner up till 12 bells just in case someone flapped in to be included in the count.
President Deano found himself 2 Matts short one in Sandgroper country and the other in Banana Land.
Intrepid fisherman Stag (+Jenny) and Bulljaw were A.W.O.L. in Tonga chasing their life’s ambition to bag a marlin. Out at Wepar slimmed down Tit Puller Shiney only added a .75 to the population as trouble and strife Kerry was on an intensive 2 week Balinese shopkeepers course. She managed to wave out the window to little bro crowbar who jetted in from Pomgolia.
Welcome to any of our old footballers and supporters from the 50’s today. The Harry Bott shield is looking a little shaky, so i hope you brought your boots.
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