With the game starting late, this enabled DG to secure another leather lazy boy chair sale (with an integrated cocktail and massage option) at Rusden's.  The boys kept warm with brandy snaps and the occasional chew of Miss Marmiduke's ham slices. 

Within 10 minutes of the start, Felix pulled up in agony, as if shot by a sniper in the groin region, Alan D immediately recommended a local lady (originally from Bangkok) to administer some deep tissue massage.  The team was reorganized, with several players out of position.  Tim Cowen in particular was sporting a monster of a hangover from the previous night, which had apparently finished 2 hours before the beginning of the game and was warned not to smoke a cigarette whilst playing, as it constituted a health and safety violation. After soaking up more pressure from Horsham, we began to establish our presence in the midfield, with Steve B and John S marshalling the troops.  By half time we had managed to secure a 4 - 0 lead with John W scoring 3 and DG bagging the fourth.

Half time was spent sipping tea and munching on Mrs.Marmiduke's daughter's muffins.  Dave M produced some delightful holiday snaps of a recent family cycling holiday to Cornwall, it was suggested that Seb was probably too small to be in a pushchair.

With all the work having been done in the first half, the team sat back and the game reverted to a midfield battle of attrition, our defence was under immense pressure, with Chan pulling off some cat-like moves to deny the opposition a goal.  Tim S was a lion in defence, with his new slimmed down version of himself running around the field like a rabid dog searching for a bone.  Tariq on the other hand, looked like an asthmatic ant carrying heavy luggage uphill..

The whistle blew, all shook hands and patted backs.  Man of the match was Chan for keeping a clean sheet, organizing the game and for being a good egg.

Next week Mid Sussex..

Scorers: J Wykes 3, D Glenister