Its always tough to talk about a painful experience..a man describing his prostate exam springs to mind..and the match against Cobra is no different but I’ll give it a try
The only problem about describing said experience is that the mind tends to try and forget it as quickly as possible so this might not be a detailed account..the focus surely would have to be on the referee though who after turning up late wondered why all the setup work hadn’t been done for him..promising signs..after duly warning that he would take no talk back(not even if it was to help him get a grip on the situation) 19 for 5..12 for 8..or is it 63 for 1 or 112 for 652..remind me please..oh really..well his a yellow for your troubles..classic stuff
But I digress..the football in the first half was immensely pleasant on the eyes with the boys in green running rings around there opponents at times..many half chances and glorious chances were had by Ireland but only one was made to count when a quick free quick was taken culminating in Julian floated a lovely pass in to Lolo who took a deft touch with his right to set himself up for a sweet finish on the half-volley on his left.
Defensively Ireland were rarely troubled in that first half but we’re going to be made to work much harder in the second.
Few would have quite put their money on the next goalscorer and the bookie would definitely have given wonderful odds as everyone was shocked that Hadri got the goal..now now before you get all excited he put the ball in the wrong net..I wont pile on, but….what a header!
At 1-1 the game became hectic as both teams adopted a bit of a gung-ho tactic to get the three points and many chances were had by both sides and the boys were fortunate to have MOTM Sheikh Joshinho in goal in order to keep the game all square.
Enter, calamity referee..who, not satisfied with his mid-game chat with his buddy on the side of the pitch decided that Gineste was playing for the opposition and so when Ryan clattered him on the edge of the box promptly gave a free kick..for the opposition…a worse tragedy has not been seen since the infamous sea incident of Malta..
To make matters worse a pestering little man-child git decided to slam the ensuing free into the roof of the net leaving the keeps grasping at air
The boys tried hard in vain to rescue a point and even Lolo buoyed by his heroics of the previous week was incapable of turning a multitude of half-chances in to something concrete
So, like that unholy and unpleasant prostate exam(and that Malta incident), I invite you all to just forget everything I just said and move on with your life..you’ll excuse me then the fact that I can’t remember the lineup and more details about the day.
Ps sorry for the delay but the only thing lazier than me on the pitch is me writing an essay.