We win

Game time came again on a blustery overcast day , the wind was swirling around and making long passes impossible . possession football was everything, no chance to make any clever set-ups , no chance to shine with individual daring-do . Everyone was manned up and marked to within an inch of their lives . I had a couple of good chances but got chopped down by their left-back time and again .

Eventually it started looking like another draw and probably penalty shoot-outs or something ; we had all played about enough football to be kind of fed up with it by now and just wanted a result . The crowd were also giving us all the slow hand-clap , to be honest it wasnt our finest moment .

Then it was 5 minutes to go and Reg got chopped down by that stupid right-back of theirs in the area and we were on . A penalty for the game , we could probably defend for the last 5 minutes and take it off, all we needed was for Reg to score .

The crowd got into it again and we were all lined up waiting for the big moment.their goalie on the line..in his flat-cap...Reg saying a mental prayer to the ghost of George Best .

He shoots! Their goalie springs like a gazelle to his right and his outstretched fingers scrape the ball but not enough to deflect it and it's a goal! 5 minutes of dogged defense against their **** surges downfield and the whistle blows! Suddenly we are eagles and not feather dusters again and the crowd run onto the pitch to congratulate us ; we usually get a pretty good crowd and it's all hand-shakes and back slaps for a while .

We all make a big fuss of Reg and tell him we'll be buying him drinks all week and that . The manager tells us we all get a win-bonus from the local car-dealer which is pretty good .

Then we are ready to leave the pitch, we have to shake the hands of the opposition ; they have played well for two games and it could have gone either way ,which we all know.

I make my way down the liine of opposition players  saying "bad luck mate" .."well played" .the usual stuff until I come to their goalie .

As I go to shake his hand he grabs me round the waist and plants a full blooded kiss on my lips, at the same time cupping my butt cheeks in his hands . He then backs off and says "I'm glad you lot won Mike, on the whole, otherwise you might not have wanted to see me again" . He then  pulls off his goalie's flat cap...and lets his long , curly , copper coloured hair fall down .