As the crowd gathered for tonight's H-League fixture, you couldn't of blamed them to be expecting another Hepworth win, afterall, Coach Meady had yet to score a knock out blow against this canny coach. As the play got underway, the initial turns suggested it could be a tight midfield battle. The lizardmen are an interesting tribe. Half the team bulky but slow, the other small, fast but seemingly vulnerable. This proved not to be the case. Indeed, it was the 'little ones' that started making the biggest impact. A tussle leading to an opportunity for Churchill led to the Komodo's first touchdown. Coach Meady knew not to celebrate straight away, he had seen leads vanish quickly before. However, the next opportunity soon came, with Komodo's Macmillian. An awe inspiring move where he run half the length of the pitch, tackled the ball off the unfortunate Roc and continued on along the touchline to what was inevitable glory.... Unfortunatly, before reaching teh touchline, whilst lapping up the cheers from the crowds, Macmillin tripped over his own laces and dropped the ball. Macmillian would later have some more bad luck when an unseen fowl sent him to the A&E room with a bad back injury.
Second Half saw more of the same, however hard the Rocs tried they did little to make their mark on the game. Thatcher led the fight in the midfield, knocking through the Roc's defences like they were a flimsy miner's picket line. Coach Meady knew another touchdown was needed and it soon came through the team's calm and collected Eden. However, almost straight away the Roc's finally broke free from what seemed like an impossible position for Hendrick to pull one back. Could this be the turn around? Tension grew.
As the clock ticked away both manager's could feel the sweat on their brows. The crowd were loving it and were in full voice- this may have been something to do with Coach Hepworth allowing a fairy cake each before bedtime.
The tension was finally broken when that man Churchill stubbed out his cigar and side stepped his opponents to break away and get the third and final touchdown. They say old British PrimeMinister's never retire....they simply enroll in the Komodo Politico's. The final whistle blew....Randall, Gooch, Boycott fell to the ground in despair. Blair, Heath and Eden rejoiced- all was well in Coach Meady's world tonight. ”
As the crowd gathered for tonight's H-League fixture, you couldn't of blamed them to be expecting another Hepworth win, afterall, Coach Meady had yet to score a knock out blow against this canny coach. As the play got underway, the initial turns suggested it could be a tight midfield battle. The lizardmen are an interesting tribe. Half the team bulky but slow, the other small, fast but seemingly vulnerable. This proved not to be the case. Indeed, it was the 'little ones' that started making the biggest impact. A tussle leading to an opportunity for Churchill led to the Komodo's first touchdown. Coach Meady knew not to celebrate straight away, he had seen leads vanish quickly before. However, the next opportunity soon came, with Komodo's Macmillian. An awe inspiring move where he run half the length of the pitch, tackled the ball off the unfortunate Roc and continued on along the touchline to what was inevitable glory.... Unfortunatly, before reaching teh touchline, whilst lapping up the cheers from the crowds, Macmillin tripped over his own laces and dropped the ball. Macmillian would later have some more bad luck when an unseen fowl sent him to the A&E room with a bad back injury.
Second Half saw more of the same, however hard the Rocs tried they did little to make their mark on the game. Thatcher led the fight in the midfield, knocking through the Roc's defences like they were a flimsy miner's picket line. Coach Meady knew another touchdown was needed and it soon came through the team's calm and collected Eden. However, almost straight away the Roc's finally broke free from what seemed like an impossible position for Hendrick to pull one back. Could this be the turn around? Tension grew.
As the clock ticked away both manager's could feel the sweat on their brows. The crowd were loving it and were in full voice- this may have been something to do with Coach Hepworth allowing a fairy cake each before bedtime.
The tension was finally broken when that man Churchill stubbed out his cigar and side stepped his opponents to break away and get the third and final touchdown. They say old British PrimeMinister's never retire....they simply enroll in the Komodo Politico's. The final whistle blew....Randall, Gooch, Boycott fell to the ground in despair. Blair, Heath and Eden rejoiced- all was well in Coach Meady's world tonight.
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