It was August 2014, and Juno gave me that look that clearly said “who do you think you are kidding?” as I told her of my team’s position as early season favourites to win the 2014/5 Championship trophy.
I am sure she was only being protective of the ‘tenant of her home’… who was clearly caught up in that summertime football disease, shared by all who become attached to their home town team at a young age, only to suffer a lifetime of pain and exasperation! But not this time; we have just had our first taste of a season in the big-time, and we were definitely going straight back to where we now believed we belonged.
Juno made it quite clear that any talk of the football stuff should not reach the 10 word limit. Her readership deserved better than to be subjected to the notorious nonsense spoken in the name of the beautiful game. I was determined to keep to the challenge, and with this in mind the season began.
“JOYOUS ENTERTAINMENT WAS RESTRICTED TO PLAYERS BANK MANAGERS ONLY.”
September sees something less than welcome down at the CCS, as the manager is shown the door following a run of poor performances.
“OVER-PAID UNDER-ACHIEVERS OUT ON A SATURDAY STROLL.”
Autumn brings a brief respite with a few home wins. But the regular hail that ‘Welshmen will not yield’ falls on deaf ears, as the team struggle to field many.
“PLAYING THE BEAUTIFUL GAME SEEMED BEYOND THEIR PAY GRADE.”
“WATCHING GRASS GROW WAS BOTH UNINTERRUPTED AND TIME-CONSUMING.”
“NINETY MINUTES OF NOTHING PUNCTUATED BY SOUNDS OF SNORING.”
Until we speak again, may your football be uplifting and life-affirming; and Juno’s final punditry to reflect the whole season could just as easily have been a prediction way back in August…
“SERENDIPITY CREPT OUT THROUGH THE BACK DOOR COMPLETELY UNNOTICED!”