Colchester 2s 0 - 3 Wapping Inglorious 7s
Winter is coming
As the Inglorious ranks rose from their Friday night slumbers, they were met with the intoxicating thought of a game called off. The air was cold, like knives in their lungs, the sun was in hiding, it was certain then that winter was coming. For the ranks of those inglorious troops, the only glimmer of light was the possibility of being one of the few games moving ahead in the bitter cold, and hence the lure of a rise to second place in the league was there for the taking, should they choose to brave the elements and make the journey to the ends of the Earth. Colchester were the ranks against them, with a skipper who was a pure optimist, even in the face of the inglorious.
However, after calling the game a foot, the captain of Colchester would rue the day he asked the inglorious to march on his fortress. With a half day meet time on a wintery train, and plenty of new and old faces in their ranks the Inglorious began their arduous journey. A new man at the back, fresh faced and with dual heritage, Alex joined the formidable force, with the unenviable task of filling a role previously inhabited by heroes such as Trojan and Craig. A task however that he looked forward to. Remember to play for the inglorious, and to win, is to cement your name in folk law. A couple of old faces too returned with Morgs returning from a long sabbatical, and (Alexander) Charles Ballentine III, also making his return to the ranks of Inglorious, where he made his name many moons ago.
Upon arrival the troops surveyed the battle ground, whilst a minor skirmish unravelled before them. The female ranks deciding to partake in enacting the battle to come, ably watched over by DC the elder in his bright orange battle rig.
The time had come, the Inglorious ranks were prepared and the Colchester ranks looked cocky, perhaps hiding their fear in the face of their impending doom.
The game began and to the surprise of all at the battleground, Colchester started by far the stronger, with chances to make inroads on the Inglorious dreams early on. However, Alex on his debut and with his head full of stories of those before him, stepped up and put on a master class, unrelenting in his protection of the net. Whilst assisted by a new look backline of Stef, Cannons, Morgs and Gilo; they stood firm in the face of adversity and pushed the game back into inglorious hands.
Many a wound was sustained in the back line, and after a few shuffles of the defence, a new alliance was struck with Sahil joining Cannons in the middle of the defence to form an impenetrable (an partly mobile!) wall. Being new to this role the Labrador like Sahil was keen to move forwards and get involved chasing the ball, as was his usual way in the middle of the ranks. However the enemy failed to notice this desire, and with one fatal drive he picked up the ball, drove for the top of the Colchester D and picked out the swooping Bateman at the back post to begin the killing on the field. 1-0 and the Inglorious were upon their enemy from then on.
As the first half drew to a close a nice piece of interplay from the front line led by DC the younger and Ballentine the third, caused a mistake in the Colchester defences, leading to a penalty corner. Colchester, having played against the cannonball twice already this season, were well aware of the threat they had just unleashed upon themselves, and having seen of the initial attempt, upon the reload of the corner, the mighty meaty stick stopper (Julio, with a J) shuffled off to his right to prepare the strike. Unleashed it was and a fatal blow too, as on the stroke of half time the score was doubled and Colchester were being put to the sword.
After a quick bollocking from the meanest man in the East leagues (the captain of the inglorious, Barton), the ranks prepared to once more move into battle and to finish off their foes. For the entire second half the inglorious dominated their opponents, rarely giving them so much as a sniff of goal. The defensive unit held, allowing the mid and forwards to concentrate on ending their enemies. With what can only be described as a Dan Lou type of strik, DC the younger bobbled a ball towards the opposition keeper. Looking for all the world like a routine save, the keeper failed to block a spell cast on him by the Wapping Cone himself, from afar. This immobilised the keeper and all he could do was watch as the ball harmlessly dribbled into the net, for 3-0.
The midfield of Peeler, Julio and Fareed created chances galore in the half, but alas no further goals came, the closest being a reverse shot unleashed upon the crossbar by Fareed and a 3 on one that went begging, again led by the dark prince, for which he was adorned in the gold clothing of DoD.
The team hung on to that lead in the dying moments, with desire to leave their opponents with nothing to remember the day by except the wounds inflicted and the mild frostbite the fans had developed.
For the Inglorious, they moved up to second place, got back on the slow train home, with plenty of frivolity and ale partaken, and headed for their next conquest, the WHC Christmas Social, a land where they were regarded (quite rightly) as kings, and were once again crowned as such for their glorious showing on the evening.
With the Inglorious poised in second place for now, their next opponent shall be their toughest yet. As the winter snows clear, and the second half of the season begins, the Inglorious will march on the ranks of the measly 6s, to take their title and their name as a prize.