L3 come out 2-0 winners in club derby
Babs fails to put away any tap ins despite her new shell suit and lucky mascot on the sideline
The L3 came into the first Saturday of 2018 feeling refreshed after the Christmas break.
Santa had been kind to such a wonderful, well behaved bunch of girls: BBT had spent the break filling her Krelle scrapbook with photos and romantic quotes; Babs looked full of energy after fuelling up on Dolmio Carbonara - straight out of the jar, just like mamma used to make; Rach was resplendent with her enhanced vocabulary thanks to her swearing colouring in book; and Roche's book on communication skills will prove invaluable in motivating the squad to further victories in 2018.
Derby day dawned at JO, the L3 vs L4 game being the headliner at 3.30pm, and gradually with the emergence of the fit new club kit, more and more full kit w***ers started to appear. Babs had gone for the full shell suit purchase, reminiscent of the Sergio Tacchini tracksuit that she used to sport round the streets of Rome in the early 90s. It was very Eurotrash and very fitting for our Italian stallion/phoenix.
Unfortunately, the professional appearance didn't translate on the pitch and even despite having Kevin, her lucky mascot in her bag, she failed to score.
The first half of the game was fiercely contested and despite continued pressure and several short corners, L3 couldn't break the deadlock. Finally though they found their rhythm. The ball was worked up through midfield from Duds, out to Holtie on the left, up to Issy to fire a pinpoint ball to the backpost where an unmarked BJ needed just to make contact to send it into the empty net. Unfortunately though, she sent it wide. And then even more amazingly, avoided getting DoD for it.
After a half time regroup where the game plan was optimised, the L3 went out again with more fire in their bellies. Another short corner went out to the newly returned Gandalf and then back to Holtie who flicked her shot high into the net, only for it to hit the underside of the crossbar. There were some differing views as to whether the ball had crossed the line but unfortunately goal-line camera technology has not yet reached the Essex Ladies' League so we will have to remain in the dark about that one.
Another goalmouth scramble shortly after led to the L3 being awarded a flick. The Phoenix, Issy and HRH Marvs were all briefly stood around the ball in the D, debating who was going to take it before the Phoenix snatched the ball and stepped up. In stark contrast to the ageism she believes she encounters every time she romps the DoD vote, this was a case of letting her experience show. Unorthodoxly flicking the ball straight at the keeper, she had cleverly calculated that the GK would dive out of the way, such was the power behind the flick. 1-0 to the L3.
The goal was the catalyst needed to calm the game and the L3 grew in confidence and began playing more of the hockey that they are capable of. In another well worked move from the back, up to Shalls and then into the D again, the rudest of them all Rude-one put away her first goal for the L3.
It finished 2-0. Next week we head to the end of Essex for our game against Braintree. We look to welcome back Sandy to control our MoM and DoD votes, and we hope that she will also manage to last longer than 4 minutes on the pitch. Should be ok as long as she doesn't have to break into a trot.
It would also be nice to see Henny again one day. Her whereabouts since late November is vague. The last confirmed sighting was around 2.04am on 26th November where there is CCTV footage of her being smashed around the face with a pair of stinking astros in a Tesco carrier. The most plausible explanation is that she has had to have heavy reconstructive surgery on her face and is recovering in an Alpine spa in Switzerland. But this is unconfirmed.
MoM: Gandalf - great return from injury and nobody did pass.
Also big shout out to Vicky for playing with 2 broken toes. Even if she did drop a brick on her own foot.
DoD: Roche - it was a set up. Should have been BJ for missing a sitter. And eating bread and butter with a knife and fork.