BUFC C vs Kariong Match Report

The omens were auspicious as the valiant 35Cs took to the newly revitalised field of dreams for the first time in two years.  The warm up was conducted in comfortable conditions only for the sun to come out and raise the temperature by 10 degrees just as the ref strolled up. Nevertheless, with the customary ritual sacrifices made, battle was joined.

Incredibly we found ourselves with an early lead after a high clearance from midfield was collected by Alvaro, who still had a lot to do but managed to beat two of their ‘defenders’ to slot home.  Despite being briefly disorientated by actually being in front, we managed to keep our heads and also to keep the ball in Kariong’s half for the next twenty minutes or so, with several further chances that we probably should have done better with (I’m talking to myself here, amongst others).  Thankfully a further breakthrough came towards the end of the second half with a stunning strike from Scott on the right, which found the top corner and stunned their defence, their goalkeeper and the massed ranks of journalists & scouts on the touchline.  We should have gone in at halftime with a more comfortable lead but unfortunately they got one back, really out of nothing more than a hopeful long ball down the right.  Sad face.

After some incisive half time analysis we returned to the hallowed turf determined to extend our lead, but the truth is the second half was more of a grind. If the first half was like a moderately sophisticated date with an attractive woman and interesting conversation, the second was more a knee-trembler with some dodgy tart behind the train station – it wasn’t pretty but it got the job done.  Our back line stood firm and weathered their pressure and we pressed ourselves when we could, with strong work in midfield from man of the match Leigh, and Paul coming close to scoring, and making friends with one of their players too which was nice.  There were to be no more goals however, but as Confucius once said down the pub one night shortly before his death in 479 BC, three points is three points.  As we trudged wearily from the field, another smell rose above the traditional aromas of testosterone and warrior’s sweat – the smell of victory.

#TheLegendContinues

JW

Final Score: Barnstoneworth 2 – 1 Kariong