Written on a Sunday...
(right) Eva - still not returning my calls.
Sunday really is a bastard of a day. Last time I felt like this I woke up in hospital with a drip feed in my arm. What I need right now is a good rub down from Eva Longoria, not sat staring at this blank sheet of paper. Every part of my body is telling me that following Saturday afternoon's game with another on Sunday morning is the worst idea since they took blockbusters off the air.
My nose is bleeding again. Must have over done it with the trimmer. It's no longer hair I'm up against, it's nylon thread. What with half of it being white I'm convinced I could patch together a pretty sturdy goal net with my nasal sprouting.
(above) Kristian Hewitt lets fly earlier in the season against Durley.
Another beating for Burridge and a good one at that. Their heads hung low as Ben Stanfield retrieved the ball from his net for the fourth time of the afternoon, as Northend's tattooed bodies, carved from wood, made their way back to the half way line. How long before Burridge's priorities change? When chasing more able players around barren council land subside to the necissity of creosoting fences? Whatever happens I refuse to be seduced by golf.
Jay Schwodler was unfortunate to concede his second penalty in a week with his second consecutive hand ball. But as always, hope springs eternal. Fan's favourite, 37 year old Justin Newman, repeated last week's first touch goal, by coming off the bench to momentarily put Burridge back in the game.
(left) Jay Schwodler's new T-shirt range. You've got to hand it to him, he's having no problems coming to grips with it.
The Burridge line up against Northend at Trojans on Saturday 21st March are listed below:
Subs: Newman, Reeves, Jones, Reid