Wemb-e-ly, Wemb-e-ly, Wemb-e-ly ♫ ♫
The boys launched into song as the minibus pulled away from Longlevens setting the tone for the rest of the day. Some of the eagle-eyed amongst the happy squad had even noticed that one half of the coaching duo was missing and had been replaced with an older but very much richer version. Coach Harris had been supplanted by Photographer Hickey for a one off time….for the second time this season.
The first comment that Hickey enjoyed was when a wag in the rear of the bus remarked that from behind, he looked similar to Harris but with a better hairstyle.
Mullers was missing his usual morning pampering having not gone to the hairdressers and made up for it with turn in the vibrating chair at Beaconsfield services. Taylor once again felt sorry for the locals and left his wallet on an unguarded table for them to find. Coach Wixey, having survived 1 and half seasons of Taylors so far was prepared and rescued the lonely article. JV and Rowling had an encounter with an Irish Wolfhound that made them look as if they were in the film Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Dory very kindly cleared away all the wrappings left on the table, including Taylor’s unattended half eaten wrap. He was not impressed.
The journey to Brent continued with more excited Wembley comments and the obligatory smells emanating from the rear of the minibus where Lord Fartquaad sits. Hickey now understood how Jones had gained that nickname. Windows were opened very quickly despite the cold. Apparently and according to all on the bus Lord Fartquaard loves Chloe.
The Brent ground was even closer to the national stadium that all imagined and could be viewed from one half of the pitch.
The excitable group were keen to share the view with their parents but as they searched the crowd they were unable to locate any known faces. Some asked “Have they gone to a different place” while others just stood with teary eyes, dumbfounded that no parents had turned up to support them. Or if the truth be told they did not even notice that no parents were able to make the long journey.
Mulraney got the Geoff Richards Trophy league game off to a flyer, dinking in a free kick in the second minute to give the travelers an early lead. Determined defensive play by the homeside restricted the visitors to just a few chances until a quick-fire double by Bee just before half time gave them a three- goal advantage. Both of his goals poached at the far post after good work from Fisher, Jones and Taylor.
After the break, Gloucester started to get to grips with the small pitch and moved the ball around at a quicker pace, creating many more chances and forcing a succession of corners. Jones capitalizing from one such flag kick, forced the ball over the line from a couple of metres out. Villiers further increased the lead by latching on to a clearance following another corner and neatly side-stepped the defender and fired low into the bottom corner from the corner of the area. Jones headed in Taylor’s umpteenth corner kick to put the away side six nil up and Taylor himself got in on the act by following up Mason’s long-range shot that had been well saved by the keeper to prod the ball home to give the yellows a seven goal to nil victory.
A good team performance from all with Mulraney and Jones the standout players on the day, ably supported by Mason and Fisher.
The journey home was loud. The whole team were in good spirits and the songs continued to flow. The more ‘adult’ songs had silences inserted at the appropriate times to avoid the inevitable banning orders. The day ending with a vote as to whether they preferred Lee or Tony as their coach? Appropriately they sang out Tony, Tony Tony as loud as they could as their answer. Lee- you may need to resurrect your photography skills as your coaching position is under serious threat. It was great to see and hear all eleven boys enjoy the very long day to the max.
Gloucester: Boakes (Dory); Mason (Bambi), Ball (Bully), Mulraney (Mullers), Villiers (JV), Bee (Balalala), Kennedy (Rowling), Taylor (Piglet), Fisher (Fish), Werner (DLM), Jones (Lord Fartquaad).
The first comment that Hickey enjoyed was when a wag in the rear of the bus remarked that from behind, he looked similar to Harris but with a better hairstyle.
Mullers was missing his usual morning pampering having not gone to the hairdressers and made up for it with turn in the vibrating chair at Beaconsfield services. Taylor once again felt sorry for the locals and left his wallet on an unguarded table for them to find. Coach Wixey, having survived 1 and half seasons of Taylors so far was prepared and rescued the lonely article. JV and Rowling had an encounter with an Irish Wolfhound that made them look as if they were in the film Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Dory very kindly cleared away all the wrappings left on the table, including Taylor’s unattended half eaten wrap. He was not impressed.
The journey to Brent continued with more excited Wembley comments and the obligatory smells emanating from the rear of the minibus where Lord Fartquaad sits. Hickey now understood how Jones had gained that nickname. Windows were opened very quickly despite the cold. Apparently and according to all on the bus Lord Fartquaard loves Chloe.
The Brent ground was even closer to the national stadium that all imagined and could be viewed from one half of the pitch.
The excitable group were keen to share the view with their parents but as they searched the crowd they were unable to locate any known faces. Some asked “Have they gone to a different place” while others just stood with teary eyes, dumbfounded that no parents had turned up to support them. Or if the truth be told they did not even notice that no parents were able to make the long journey.
Mulraney got the Geoff Richards Trophy league game off to a flyer, dinking in a free kick in the second minute to give the travelers an early lead. Determined defensive play by the homeside restricted the visitors to just a few chances until a quick-fire double by Bee just before half time gave them a three- goal advantage. Both of his goals poached at the far post after good work from Fisher, Jones and Taylor.
After the break, Gloucester started to get to grips with the small pitch and moved the ball around at a quicker pace, creating many more chances and forcing a succession of corners. Jones capitalizing from one such flag kick, forced the ball over the line from a couple of metres out. Villiers further increased the lead by latching on to a clearance following another corner and neatly side-stepped the defender and fired low into the bottom corner from the corner of the area. Jones headed in Taylor’s umpteenth corner kick to put the away side six nil up and Taylor himself got in on the act by following up Mason’s long-range shot that had been well saved by the keeper to prod the ball home to give the yellows a seven goal to nil victory.
A good team performance from all with Mulraney and Jones the standout players on the day, ably supported by Mason and Fisher.
The journey home was loud. The whole team were in good spirits and the songs continued to flow. The more ‘adult’ songs had silences inserted at the appropriate times to avoid the inevitable banning orders. The day ending with a vote as to whether they preferred Lee or Tony as their coach? Appropriately they sang out Tony, Tony Tony as loud as they could as their answer. Lee- you may need to resurrect your photography skills as your coaching position is under serious threat. It was great to see and hear all eleven boys enjoy the very long day to the max.
Gloucester: Boakes (Dory); Mason (Bambi), Ball (Bully), Mulraney (Mullers), Villiers (JV), Bee (Balalala), Kennedy (Rowling), Taylor (Piglet), Fisher (Fish), Werner (DLM), Jones (Lord Fartquaad).
