Bowdon Killer Bees 2 - Deeside 0

Konnichiwa (Good day) from the land of the rising sun. At least it will be by the time that I get the chance to send this e-mail. I'm guessing , but I suspect that this is the first time a Killer Bees match report has been written at 36,000 feet above Siberia.

Anyway, enough about that, what can I say about the game. It would seem that high noon is just too soon for some. I had been politely but forcefully reminded by our glorious leader ("I am Ollius Marcos Coiffeurus Erecticus, General of the Armies of the Bees, husband to a murdered fashion sense, father to murdered reputation and I will have my vengeance, in this bar or the next !") that since this was the Killer Bees first game on the funky new carpet, it would actually be beneficial if the team turned up at least 10 minutes before the game, to work out how to play on it. As per usual, I ignored him completely, left home 7 minutes before the game and rushed onto the pitch half dressed only to find that the team apparently consisted of only Swithers and Reidy. Suffice to say that by the time the game started, we had managed to muster most of a team and the ones who did turn up proceeded to make a worthwhile game of it.

With both sides short of a player or two, and on the wide open expanses of the new astro, Bowdon's offence cut like a spoon through tungsten until, having run around like headless chickens for 10 minutes, It finally dawned on us that to
avoid defeat and several coronaries, the best way to play on this pitch was to let the ball (or a mug like Ian Murdie) do all the work. A breathless Bowdon side stopped running, started passing and began to look like a hockey team. The
result of this tactic was an incisive move down the right hand side which opened up the Deeside defence like a ... like a ... like a gala opening of something big and culminated in a killer blow by Yokker Swarbrick from a tight angle to open the scoring (He can score the glory goals. We just need to know why he can't convert the sitters). Another one soon followed when Joe Timothy made a perfectly timed run onto the end of a well weighted pass to the left post from the centre half, who to tell the truth was too tired to try to score himself.

Two up at half-time, Captain Hawkins talked us through the reasons why we were winning and asked for more of the same. We duly ignored him and reverted to headless chicken mode whilst Deeside did the opposite and began to play
possession hockey. Despite lots of effort from the Bees, the second half was nullified with both defences as tight as the proverbial nun's duck. Still, a wins a win and the Bees continue to improve.

Special thanks go to those guys who took time out to umpire. Lets hope that next time we play on our own astro that the whole squad turns up.

Can't be there for Saturday next week so good luck and see you for the big match on Sunday. Gambatte!!!

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