(pictured above) Ben Rowe (in blue and black stripes) rushes to scene. Intimidatingly tall trees are of no consequence when a tabby cat needs rescuing.Ben Rowe woke up in his clothes. It was dark. For a second he didn't know where he was. The chest of drawers gave it away. It was his bedroom. It was Wednesday after work. He was lying on his bed. When he arrived at Wildern Leisure Centre for training he told Burridge manager Pete Lyons, that he didn't feel well. “You look pale,” said Pete. He looked like shit. “Come to sweat it out have you?” Ben didn't answer. His face was mostly hidden under a woolly hat and a hood. What was on show was unshaven. He apologised for forgetting his three quid training money. He said he forgot last week too. He was honest and forgetful. It's a dangerous combination. In the game of six-a-side at the end of training he shouted for the ball. Jonesy rolled it to him. Somebody nicked off his foot. Ben threw his hands in the air. Why didn't anyone tell him he had a man up his arse? He thought it would be good to get back to bed. He wouldn't forget where he was this time. Least he hoped he wouldn't.
This Saturday Burridge go to Green Park, Millbrook, to play Bush Hill in the cup. Kick off is at 1:45pm.
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3 comments:
Unwell English players don't have the technique to deal with balls played to feet. He should have pointed ahead for something to run on to.
I'm waiting eagerly for the result. And has he paid his money yet?
His money is paid, MDF.
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