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my cup of joy is carved with sorrow
Sunday 25th November 2007 8:09 PM
This morning, on an uneven playing field, York Corinthians lost 5-1 to CCP in the quarter-final of the Junior Yorkshire cup. (They'll be singing in the streets of Credit Card Protection tonight) The Junior Yorkshire cup is an open-age competition, and CCP were from the distant planet, 'Young', and exhibited such other-worldly skills as pace and hair colouring. If the Corinthians had been loose with their seed as teenagers, then CCP could feasibly have been their grandchildren
The Corinthians fashioned the first chance of the game, after eight minutes, when Speedy Rich sent in a looping cross to the unmarked Evans, lurking menacingly on the penalty spot. With the entire CCP defence, and indeed his team-mates, expecting him to volley it, the wily, old campaigner fooled them all by going for it with his right ear, which, recently weakened by a niggling ear injury, lacked the necessary power to trouble the keeper.
After half an hour, Evans, as one-eleventh of the Corinthians, received the ball behind ten-elevenths of CCP, two-thirds of the way into the first-half of the quarter-final, and was fractionally off-side.
The mid-field quartet of CCP, Nozzer, Snozzer, Wazzer and Bazzer, were running the mid-field, and, hopefully, an enormous student debt. By half time, the Corinthians were three-nil down, and when it became four, just after the break, all eyes looked to the tight-lipped, ashen-faced figure of the Corinthians manager, Brian, under his umbrella.
The fifty-something, York-born manager made a bold, double substitution, in an audacious, last-gasp attempt to wrestle something from the tie, and also in the interests of everyone getting a game. He put on John and Rudy for the tiring Bob, and the enigmatic Evans, who at times had been reminiscent of Anelka and Berbatov, with his electric bursts of nonchalant strolling.
The decision played immediate dividends when the Corinthians won a penalty, which was duly dispatched by Tim, his powerful, low, left-foot finish, and blood-vessel-bursting, fist-clenching, eye-popping celebration, putting us all in mind of Stuart Pierce. For the Corinthians, the goal was brandy from a Saint Bernard's, and though they still had a mountain to climb, a hot surge of new hope and belief thrilled through their sclerotic veins. Two minutes later, CCP went 5-1 up, with a goal scored by a young man whose complexion was so fresh, that it was almost mocking in its luminescence.
The stunned away crowd, huddled on the left touch-line of the exposed Knavesmire pitch, and called Kev, dwindled away from the disappointing spectacle, long before the end. Yet another quarter-final exit, in a major tournament, for the so-called 'golden generation', has put an unbearable strain on the Corinthians beleaguered manager, Brian. The question on everyone's lips is, 'Apart from the pub, where do the Corinthians go from here?'
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With their massive earnings from their regular occupations (one of the teams payslip was on the internet, and he earns around 200 quid a week !!) do they have the hunger required at this level, and if they do, would a half time snack help ?
Posted by Motty Motson , on Monday 26th November 2007, 1:10 PM
I couldn't understand anything of this post. Any chance of an English translation?
Today's validation word though, is 'serve' - is this maybe a cosmic hint that you were writing about tennis?
Posted by Steve , on Monday 26th November 2007, 10:03 AM
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