2 PTS Dropped.

<p>Old Meadonians VII vs Old Suttonians IV D 3�3 (Irish, Yorath, Sanchez)

<p>Report by Lionel Scurville

<p>On the back of a disappointing end to our AFA cup run, we now turned our collective attention back to the league.

<p>Sitting on top of the table but with our closet rivals holding games in hand, this was a game that we could not afford to lose.

<p>With the absence of Ring and Piper and due to the 8s not having a game, Elder (the younger and, may I add, the leaner) and

<p>Sanchez were drafted in as replacements. So we set off to Sutton with a strong squad and a steely determination in our

<p>hearts.

<p>Just to avoid confusion, when I say we started off, it wasn't together as I was toying with the idea of a late cry�off due to

<p>illness and as 'Lionel's Taxi Services' (motto: We'll pick Taylor and Piper up en�route as it's on the way) was not being called

<p>upon this week I remembered that I was meeting Hudson 'I don't need a car' Rodgers at Isleworth Stn to shuttle him to the

<p>game in the style he has been accustomed to of late. So dragging myself out of my sick�bed, picking up HR, we started off

<p>slightly later than anticipated.

<p>Arriving at Sutt's ground we found Superintendent Detective Commissioner Warren Chief Constable Allison of the Yard

<p>kicking his heels or as he put it 'I canne get her to warp speed, Captain!' (sorry, wrong Scotsman) so we added another to

<p>our line�up.

<p>The game kicked off with both teams having a great incentive to win: Us, to keep the momentum going for the title,

<p>Suttonians, to avenge a 4�3 defeat by our hands, their first this season. With our starting line�up and Hudson, Allison and

<p>myself on the bench I felt fairly confident but is was only when I noticed who the ref was that I had to say 'hmmm.......'. If I

<p>wasn't mistaken it was the same one who last season in the same game sent off Phil 'I like to handle balls' Day, wouldn't

<p>initially allow for treatment for Jamie Bamford's head injury (still MOM of the season award, mate!) and gave Time Lee a

<p>yellow card after telling him he could re�join the game after going off to change his top but then saying he hadn't told him

<p>he could do so despite twenty one witness hearing him tell Tim to do so!!!!!!!!! Captain's log: I can't remember if the Tim

<p>thing was this Ref but I thought I would pin it on him so has to make more of the pantomine villian!

<p>Both teams started brightly with some good early pressure from both sides but eventually Meads started to control the

<p>game. New (temp) boys, Elder and Sanchez, showed composure rarely seen in full backs these days. Yes I am talking about

<p>me and Piper � just an aside, Piper being compared to Robert Vaughn and Williams to Charles Bronson in the Magnificent 7?

<p>Pleeeease! If both had been playing characters with a slight retardation and no ability to listen to their team�mates then I

<p>would found that a more realistic comparison! � Anyway! The CB pairing of Paul 'I know it's a quarter�final but I only had a

<p>few beers last night' Taylor and Rob 'Fat Boy Slim' Williams were comfortably dealing with the Sutt's forwards and all four

<p>were distributing the ball with style and finesse. In fact. all the team were elegant on the ball and playing some great ball on

<p>the deck. Dave 'Are you sure he has 4 kids?! He only looks about 14!' Yorath, Jack 'like the spice' Cinamon, Liam 'the luck of

<p>the' Irish and Jireh 'I don't say much' Mahoukou were outstanding in mid�field with the strike pair of Omar ' I don't take

<p>criticism too well' Maolin and Jermaine 'It's cold. That's why I'm wearing a jumper under my football shirt' Whyte were

<p>causing Sutt's a lot of problems. In fact, Inspector Taggart remarked to me that ' You've got a hell of a team here' and I had

<p>to agree. He then wandered off to, I assume, arrest someone.

<p>So it was no surprise that Meads took the lead from some great team work with Irish finishing like a warrior but then

<p>limping off like a girl complaining about his shin splints! This of course allowed Lionel 'Screaming Jay Hawkins' Scurville on

<p>the field for a slightly longer than anticipated cameo on first the right and then left wing. Meads started to apply the

<p>pressure and created some half decent (and if you had looked up a bit more Jermaine!) some clear chances that our

<p>pressure should have been rewarded with. But eventually it did, when from a throw�in a la Scurville, Sanchez let it drop over

<p>his shoulder, spun and hit on the volley to see it rocket in to the Sutt's net! 2�nil and we were flying!

<p>Second half (and with Hudson now on for Williams) more Meads pressure saw a third goal that came courtesy of Yorath.

<p>Sutt's collectively head went down and Meads were definitely in total control of the game. Not that Jake had nothing to do

<p>in goal as he pulled off some absolute quality saves showing why he should be playing higher! I had to come off as I started

<p>to see double and on came Allison. By this time Williams and The Ref had been cultivating a rather torturous relationship as

<p>I witnessed and as this exchange will illustrate:

<p>Williams: Ref!! What's the time left??

<p>Ref: Yes thank you! I have three watches!

<p>Williams: What?! What's the time Ref?

<p>Ref: Thank you!

<p>Williams (under breath): Yer feckin' little bollox!

<p>With the Ref now on our side (yes, I am being sarcastic) and we assumed with ten minutes left, I thought this was a 3

<p>pointer for the VII's but football has a grand way of kicking you in the face when you lest expect it.

<p>Sutt's are awarded a free kick when The Ref had deemed Jake to have handled ball outside the area. Total bollocks! He then

<p>tells us that he will make them take the free kick from the whistle, giving us time to set a wall. positions etc. Sutts take an

<p>early one and score and The Ref decides to award them the goal. Total effin' bollocks!

<p>The last 5, 10 or 15 mins (depending on which of The Ref's three watches you were using) saw us concede a goal that saw

<p>one of the Sutt's forwards push the ball into the goal with his arm (which of course Three watches didn't see) and a goal of

<p>sheer brilliance (overhead scissor that would have graced any football pitch!). 3�3. Eventually one of the three watches

<p>catches up to real�time and The Ref blows for fulll time.

<p>No need to go into a lot of post match analysis but only suffice to say that these were points dropped and I feel sorry for our

<p>oppo's this week as we are going open a can of Whoop�Ass on them as we are mightily pissed�off!

<p>Right lads?!

<p>We need to get back on track and start burying teams. The title can be ours but we need to stop being complacent and put

<p>games to bed by converting the chances when we have them.

<p>MOM � Jireh. Absolutely outstanding and may be the new Taylor!

<p>Quote of the Match: Allison responds to The Ref when The Ref asks if Jake's surname is his first name when booking him:

<p>'That's borderline racist. Ref!'