The day Gerry gave us a bloody nose.
It all started at the crack of dawn when
Colonel Kevin O.C. (retired) was first to defend the fort at Albert Park H.Q. Dawn
threatened to sue for harassment and escaped to the 25th floor of
the Housing Commission in Park St shortly after. Actually it was the 26th
floor but that’s another story.
Meanwhile back at HQ the retired colonel
was subjected to some pretty nasty psych ops. Gerry seemed to be barking out
meaningless orders incessantly in a nasal whine which made even the strongest
man crack. Over and over and over again meaningless orders. Truly horrific.
W.W. 2 all over again.
The crusty colonel (retired) did not snap (he's hard of hearing these days) and by midday
there was an eerie silence. Reinforcements to come the real fight
with Gerry was imminent.
Unfortunately our first division went AWOL.
Captain Hindenburg (a double agent) was still under covers (possibly asleep)
and Lieutenant Nostis was sorting out the Greek Crisis (mousaka or gyros for
lunch?).
So it was left to the reserves to fight the
fight. We were badly undermanned.
Triumphantly Captain Polak and Private Dean
arrived at HQ fully armed and ready to take on the enemy. The press and medical
corps: Corporals Attwood and Wilks brought up the rear much to the colonel’s
delight for these were men with balls.
At thirteen hundred hours the enemy stuck.
The hours to follow were brutal and even the shoring up of support from the
locals could not stop the carnage. The skies threatened all day and fortunately the Luftwaffe
never came. Colonel Kevin (retired) rallied the troops but we were attacked by an enemy prepared to serve and volley. They wore us down. In the end all we had left was a bit of shallow sarcasm from our captain and some dry wit from the medic. Atwood's wally words weren't going to save the day.
So Corporal Wilk, -a recent Graphite Cross
recipient for saving Private Arnie from certain death attended to Attwood’s psychological
wounds as Dean and Polak made their last stand.
Three Nil down and only the Captain and
Private left standing toe to toe with Gerry. Bleeding and tired these brave men
managed to hold complete capitulation at bay.
At days end we were beaten but there was still
pride to fight for.
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Alas Gerry won the war but we live to fight
another day.
The Big Tissue:
Well,
after winning all the accolades early on in the season, standards had
dropped considerably this week. Perhaps when we thought that we had no
chance getting to the finals we went for the Big Tissue Season Prize and
now that we are in the semis we are getting cocky ?? In any case, the
Captain bought out his infamous chocolate cake, the same one that had
been proferred to the visitors in the last 3 home matches, and it once
again sat untouched and unloved (perhaps no one had a hammer and chisel
to cut a piece?). Alan, obviously thinking we were playing Hampton
United bought along something very suitable to a picnic in the 1960s,
but a bit down market these days. Our summer captain wasn’t sure of it’s
wherewithal either…..
Next Snatch:
The
final round of the season and we’ve got our MasterClass Team together
for some exhibition tennis: Nick, Deano, Nosti & Alan. We’re up
against the other of the top 2 sides, Parkdale, at home. We’ve been
forewarned by Mordi about potential personal hygiene issues with one of
the Parkdale players & the committee has taken some executive
decisions: Afternoon Tea will definitely be outside this Saturday, rain,
hail or shine!
Practice is on again this Thurs @ 6.30pm.
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| WAGS |
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| last week! |
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