A good effort with a disastrous result - that's the short story about this weekend's game against Trojans. Uppsala didn't play badly, but the players in red kept running through tackles and slipped through our back line time after time. Despite a couple of impressive forward tries and rewarding penalty kicking from our number ten, we couldn't hold the initial lead and there was plenty of sad faces on the pitch when the final whistle blew. This means having to qualify for a place in division 1 for next season - I hope the guys are up for a mental challenge.
The silver lining this saturday was all the priceless quotes from players on and off the pitch:
No.1 Use your brain, Magnus! No comment needed.
No.2 I got your number, bitch! Would that be his phone number, his house number or maybe his shorts size?
No.3 Run like a gazelle, Erik! A bit more speed wouldn't hurt =)
No.4 Erik, where the hell are you going!? Doing the pinball move confuses your support as well...
No.5 Ruben, go out there and kill someone! Didn't happen. Luckily.
This week's Twat Award goes to someone who, after fighting and playing together with his friends for 80 minutes, doesn't hesitate to show ridiculous unsportsmanlike attitude and call his own team useless fucking cunts. Now who's the cunt here?
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The party at the club afterwards was an equally good effort, where more than one person had more than one too many (in Blondies case, that "one" too many was a yard of lager). Ridå.
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