Hurrah!

[stressederic]

After years of lulling everyone else in the league into a false sense of security, this season my 5 a side pulled out all the stops. Our defending was first rate, our passing was incisive and accurate and our finishing was clinical when neccessary.

 

Tonight we went into the last game of the season, joint top with another team, them having the edge on goal difference. We were playing someone at the bottom, they were playing a tough mid table team. If they failed to win, and we took the 3 points we would be the Champions, and secure our first ever promotion.

 

We quickly raced into a 2 goal league, as we realised our opposition were as shocking as their form suggested. We decided to try and quickly find out the score in the other game, and what did we discover? The opposition for the team at the top hadn't turned up. they secured an automatic 3-0 victory, took the 3 points and the Championship. We finished our game winning 3-0, to take 2nd, cruelly robbed by some lazy f*****s who couldn't be bothered turning up, even though they themselves could still be promoted if results went well.

 

We retired to the pub to toast our succesful season, but our celebrations were tinged by the melancholy of what might have been...