It was a mild morning in Clapham as the Albions walked out on pitch 4 or 5 – know one really ever knows. Dunc led a textbook warm up, starting with necks, moving on on to shoulders, then arms and, of course, the Jon Roberts. Everyone was limber and ready, weren’t they? No, to answer truthfully what followed was a shit show.
Macheato, still bitter from last season’s defeat to Albion losing 1-0 in what proved to a decisive fixture for Albion’s survival, settled by a half-volleyed top corner goal by Carlile (the handsome one), were out for revenge.
Albion looked lively from kick off; the ball was laid cooly off to new recruit Josh who passed backwards with great aplomb to Jindy who like a seasoned pro swept the ball wide – classic stuff.
The enjoyment was brief, however. As – **albion right back** played a searching ball up top, real textbook stuff to the forwards, but was intercepted by a hurtling macheat-foot that inadvertently played the most flukey through ball since the history of PES to one of their goal-hanging scorerats to opening the scoring. Another flukey goal and they were 2-0 at half time.
Albion needed to wake up but guess what? We pressed snooze on our football alarms and with 10 mins gone in the second half found ourselves 4 down, with our pants suitably down by our ankles. No amount of ‘Latino up yours’ was gonna save us.
Sure we had some bright play afterward and credit must be given to Nicholas Milne who’s picked up two goals since returning from Columbia alive. But overall, Albion, we are better than that.
Special mention to their right back who shouted, “hey! you need to go get learn at throwing school!”, When a foul throw was given against us – sums it all up really.