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Tractor FC [15] v's BN FC [1],16th February, 2004.
One day match under flood lights ends in victory for TFC CC, commentry by Ben Hawkes
Twas fucking freezing and the Tractors did grumble in the twilight bout the wind, the weather and the brass monkey. All seemed lost through the amateur stench of the team previously on the pitch until that magical leather globe with Mitre etched pon it s equator was hurled aloft and with that the game started.
The Tractor Boys were initially slightly slow to start due to the stiff and torturous conditions but the slickness of pass revived their shivering frames with the ball moving as if it touched not a foot. Then with eyes peeled and minds focussed it all slotted into place Rob started the slaughter after barely six minutes with a stonking goal from the 12 yard line, and the battle was all but won.
Big Tim, following three silent months pretending to be a Brummie semi-pro, regained his voice and, with Fred and Wilko defended the housing and flooded the mid-field with authority and panache. Wing-halves Robbo, Phil and Rob, in the traditional Tractor rotating attack style, pummelled the ememy s goal with volley after volley of shots, wearing at their resilience and moral until they crumbled like the Walls of Sodom and the goals started pouring in. HawK as ever upfront, to avoid going in goal, ran the defending Marksmen ragged pinned a few in for good measure and gracefully went in goal.
Charlie and the team
The resulting 15 goals and on concession left every spectator with the same impression; You let one in, You must do better!
We will, oh yes, we will.
Team:
TFC: Phil, Charlie, Ed, Ben, Fred, Tim and Tom
BN FC: BN, Dom, Dicky ...
