Felixstowe II 2 v 2 IES 2

Sat 28^th Jan 2012 - NE14 Mens East League Division 4NE

What is a battle if not an arena to strive for greater heights?
What is jealousy if not a battle of foes wanting to land the knock-out punch?
What is a derby if not a struggle for local one-upmanship?

What is all three if not a match up of Seasiders and Mallards?

A jealousy of sorts, a jousting of kind or friends pretending to be foes?  

With fact legends are born. Legend breeds myth and myth harbours conspiracy theory. However, the white as white fact was that in changeable weather Seasiders went to war with Mallards. So put up your fists and I’ll put up mine. No running away from the scene of the crime. Got something to play, somewhere near the end of the world; the end of the game. The green turf of Ipswich scholar gave setting for opposing trenches to take root. Mallards were first to break charging across ‘no man’s lands’ with crisp passing that caused early chaos in Seasider’s defences. Let it roll. Let it roll. With enemy advances weaving menacingly, Bax kept calm as Hopkins put his body on the line. Taylor, John and Bailey kept adversary forces at bay. Mallard huffed and puffed but could not blow the Seasider’s house down or drop the divisive bomb that drowned the young with Gas Panic.

Seasiders needed a tonic. Medicine for the present can often be found through comprehensive research of the past. Mallards fell foul of philosophy glorified over time and championed by the wise; ‘those in glass houses should not throw stones!’ Aristotle, Plato and Descartes would have looked down with great disappointment through witness of such grave naivety. Although Mallard attack was vicious it was built upon sandy foundations. They moved for fun but as a corporal once catchphrased ‘did not like it up um,’ and Harris gave it ‘up um’. Pettit intercepted and moved it to Hands who picked out Brooke-Rowland. Brooke-Rowland drove forward laughing as sand disintegrated before his very eyes. He squared to a waiting Harris who found cold steel. A move to compare with the great Faustino escaping the wilting peloton! Whilst fives were high and spirit unwavering Green coined the phrase ‘when can I have my sock back?’’ Yet, the sock symbolised the deft art of scoring when worn on the Harris foot.

The goal only gave temporary respite as Mallard offensive strikes would not be thwarted. Parity was restored as Mallards tucked home to the disappointment of Seasiders’ hearts. But hearts do not stay disappointed as ‘la resistance,’ lives on. ‘Viva la Robolution.’  Hands was on feet to sweep home at the far post as a cross was allowed to journey through the very core. The pumpkin was smashed as Hands poached bullets with butterfly wings.

Half-Time 1-2

The battle epic, the strokes bruising and tackles heavy. Seasider’s had another half to compete and take the fight to Mallards.  Green was holding the ball up well and Burton running through mountains. Fowler was the figurehead searching for an increase of lead.

But Mallards pressed with their own agenda. Pressure finally told as the ball was put past the excellent Hopkins for the second heartbreaking time. Mallards continued to drive in search of forcing surrender but ‘la resistance’ had no intent of waving white flags on the marble arch. Like the lady once said ‘we were not for turning!’ The seasiders were never to turn. Beacroft believed there was still a victory march. The holy dove was moving to as every breath drew was Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
A rally, a swipe wide and a post saving the day; oh what a world we live in! 
What Gives?

Did they play the drums slowly?
Did they play the pipe lowly?

A ferocious encounter was silenced with a single blow of a whistle.   

Full-time 2-2

The seasiders picked up a valuable point as the Robolution rocks on. 

At the end of the end is the start of something new and Harris gave fresh emphasize with a fascination chase of jumping rabbits. The Second Team would like to wish well to a player departing for pastures new but familiarly familiar. 

The Team ; M Hopkins , A Taylor , J John , M Bailey , J Bax , R Beecroft ,T Hands , J Petitt , C Burton , S Harris , S Taylor , B Folwer , H Green , H Brook-Rowland

Man of the match : Martin Hopkins