Blues Dig Deep for the Badge

 

Unbeaten in the last 6 games we felt the confidence brimming through our veins..
But We had never beaten this opposition before whistle blow…
game on!!

The sunshine greeted us at the beach..
No need for Factor 50…
Commander Maximus was sporting a haircut more akin to Full Metal Jacket..
He looked drill sergeant material, a throwback to a Previous life 🤨
and by Jove he filled those boots.

The first half began with end to end attacking, we were under no illusions that the opposition always believed in their souls and that they had the power to know that they were quite indestructible…
🤔

The Hitman was fast and ferreted his way from defence as if he was running the Grand National,
Leaping tackles like fences…

The Hoover clearing anything that moved, great awareness now, and taking time with the touch allowed a more composed set up to our play.

Brave as he is fast, he is always prepared to take on all comers and win.

The Hammer was his usual uncompromising self and that was even before he got on the pitch 🤣🤣🤣

His strong tackles and forthright runs were the bedrock for our attacks today.

The Enforcer was on fire with his perfect touch and great passing…
it was hard to get through the opposition but The Enforcer always knew the code to unlock them.

The Duffydonna was controlling the play making, linking well and talking the talk with his team mates… opposition looked a year older by their mere size but that didn’t stop The Duffydonna using his strength and guile to dispossess.

Jinkin was spritely as ever and created a number of attacks, always weaving well and looking for opportunities to build an attack.
His left sided runs caused problems all day long.

The Titan was quickly into his stride as he bombed down the right wing,
Opposition didn’t like that one bit….
As they proceeded to shoulder charge him into the next postcode…
The Titan simply got up and got on..
Nothing deters the lad, such desire,
He is a terminator for goals!

The Beast was just that, a Beast stalking his prey and nailing some great tackles..
His upper body strength is scary now
‘Beast Mode’ comes as standard.

A dangerous counterattack was sprung upon us…
3 against 1 at the back as The Hoover clawed the air with his young hands,
sprinting like a young Eric Liddell as if transported back to 1924
(Circa. Chariots of Fire)
with the synchronised galloping bass and rasping synthesised brass notes of Vangelis.

The striker had begun his journey with a 5 yard advantage, he had travelled 20 yards before the shadow of The Hoover appeared only a yard behind him…

The striker looked up and was just About to pull the trigger as The Young Hoover Slid and tackled with perfect timing…
like a young Baresi, awesome🙌

The Avenger came on and
Instantly ran his heart out,
Creating some great chances from the left wing….
Even though he received some physical barracking, The Avenger was steadfast and strong..
By half time he was lathered and red faced, such was the effort and commitment.

The Brickwall had been commanding and
Safe as houses with his catching…
Several dives and imperative saves kept the clean sheet in the first half.

‘The BrickHoover’ is what we should call our defence… tremendous resilience, bravery and determination! 👏👏👏

Half time arrived and parity was nervously set at 0-0
But to be honest It was a fair reflection.

The 2nd half started as the first had finished.

The Yassinator was quick and in their faces, causing disruption wherever he went.
His defensive fortitude helped us to react well to the barrage of assaults.

The Hammer smashed some lovely corners into the box and we were unlucky not to bear fruit from his labours…

I looked at my watch and checked with Maximus, yes it was that time again..
Hammer Time!!

No, not with the foot… but with the hands👀

The Hammer made a throw-in that Daley Thompson would have started a lap of honour with 🙌🙌🙌🙌
He found The Duffydonna in space
who received and caressed the ball forward with such aplomb I could have cried…

The one they call The Titan rose like
A Vanguard Class submarine, from the depths of the Temple Park 4G we would see shear passion, determination and will power….
As The Titan gave the order for FULL SPEED AHEAD and torpedo tubes away
We saw the wake of his powerful run brush the grass away like iron filings repelling from a magnet….

The ball bounced energetically and quickly as if keen to evade the Gladiator’s leather boot, but nothing would stop the blonde bomber, nothing could possibly steal away this moment of destiny, he simply wouldn’t allow it…

The Titan smashed the ball passed and what seemed through the keeper at the speed of sound, the boom I heard was not that of the barrier being broken, but that of Maximus’s voice rejoicing 🙌

1-0 and daylight between us for once.

The ball was fought for rigorously, and cleared over the fence by a young hoof.
Commander Borthwick got his stilettos all stuck in the grassy bank.. and to roars of laughter up ended himself.

It Looked for all to see that the 2nd gunman on the grassy Knoll had taken him down…😳😳😳
Meanwhile…😳
A dangerous counterattack was Borne from a growing opposition desire to equalise…
The Hoover sprinted, as if his Life depended on it, and covered the striker diving in at the near post..
To say the resulting carnage was ‘Saving Private Ryan’ would be overstating it,
But only just… 🧐

The Hoover took a right old smashing to the turf… red faced, fragile and wincing I picked him up from the 4G and ushered the concerned away….
He was hurt, I calmly Iooked into his pained eyes and asked him where it hurt,
through glassy eyes he retorted
‘Everywhere!!!’ 😳

With a clap of the hands, a sharp intake of breath, Coach Miyagi stepped forward and rubbed the horribly studded stubborn ankle back to life… haemoglobin flowed, endorphins pulsated and oxygen plumed from The Young Cestrians lungs like The Consett Steel Works of old. 🙏

Being the fearless gladiator he is,
The Hoover was plugged back into his recharge setting, and the cordless James motored on…👏👏👏👏👏

The Brickwall was brought into play arcing floating diving towards the curling shot, Wow!!!
Top corner and Tipped over brilliantly!
🙌🙌🙌
Top Bins!! Was the Maximus shout..
as the ‘Bin man’ Barron took out the bins literally!

The Hoover and The Brickwall gave their all and bled for their Cestrian badge today…
It looked like Reservoir Dogs rather than Chester pups today…

The Cestrian team work continued to work tirelessly until the final seconds…
The whistle blew and we bounced with joy!

What a hard fought, and satisfying 3 points today…..
We wanted it and it showed…
superb commitment against a very organised and skilful Opposition team…

Proud Coaches😌

‘Freddie Barron Chester Sapphires v Hebburn Gold

Temple Park-South Shields

12th Oct 12.40

Unbeaten in the last 6 games we felt the confidence brimming through our veins..
But We had never beaten Hebburn Gold, 1-1 draw which should have been victory, and a 3-2 defeat with some very unlucky goals against us.

12.40 was on the watch as we heard the whistle blow…
game on!!

The sunshine greeted us at the beach..
No need for Factor 50…
Commander Maximus was sporting a haircut more akin to Full Metal Jacket..
He looked drill sergeant material, a throwback to a Previous life 🤨
and by Jove he filled those boots.

The first half began with end to end attacking, we were under no illusions that Hebburn Gold always believed in their souls and that they had the power to know that they were quite indestructible…
🤔

The Hitman was fast and ferreted his way from defence as if he was running the Grand National,
Leaping tackles like fences…

The Hoover clearing anything that moved, great awareness now, and taking time with the touch allowed a more composed set up to our play.

Brave as he is fast, he is always prepared to take on all comers and win.

The Hammer was his usual uncompromising self and that was even before he got on the pitch 🤣🤣🤣

His strong tackles and forthright runs were the bedrock for our attacks today.

The Enforcer was on fire with his perfect touch and great passing…
it was hard to get through The Hebburnians, but The Enforcer always knew the code to unlock them.

The Duffydonna was controlling the play making, linking well and talking the talk with his team mates… the Hebburnians looked a year older by their mere size but that didn’t stop The Duffydonna using his strength and guile to dispossess.

Jinkin was spritely as ever and created a number of attacks, always weaving well and looking for opportunities to build an attack.
His left sided runs caused Hebburn problems all day long.

The Titan was quickly into his stride as he bombed down the right wing,
Hebburn didn’t like that one bit….
As they proceeded to shoulder charge him into the next postcode…
The Titan simply got up and got on..
Nothing deters the lad, such desire,
He is a terminator for goals!

The Beast was just that, a Beast stalking his prey and nailing some great tackles..
His upper body strength is scary now
‘Beast Mode’ comes as standard.

A dangerous counterattack was sprung upon us…
3 against 1 at the back as The Hoover clawed the air with his young hands,
sprinting like a young Eric Liddell as if transported back to 1924
(Circa. Chariots of Fire)
with the synchronised galloping bass and rasping synthesised brass notes of Vangelis.

The striker had begun his journey with a 5 yard advantage, he had travelled 20 yards before the shadow of The Hoover appeared only a yard behind him…

The Hebburnian striker looked up and was just About to pull the trigger as The Young Hoover Slid and tackled with perfect timing…
like a young Baresi, awesome🙌

The Avenger came on and
Instantly ran his heart out,
Creating some great chances from the left wing….
Even though he received some physical barracking, The Avenger was steadfast and strong..
By half time he was lathered and red faced, such was the effort and commitment.

The Brickwall had been commanding and
Safe as houses with his catching…
Several dives and imperative saves kept the clean sheet in the first half.

‘The BrickHoover’ is what we should call our defence… tremendous resilience, bravery and determination! 👏👏👏

Half time arrived and parity was nervously set at 0-0
But to be honest It was a fair reflection.

The 2nd half started as the first had finished.

The Yassinator was quick and in their faces, causing disruption wherever he went.
His defensive fortitude helped us to react well to the barrage of Hebburnian assaults.

The Hammer smashed some lovely corners into the box and we were unlucky not to bear fruit from his labours…

I looked at my watch and checked with Maximus, yes it was that time again..
Hammer Time!!

No, not with the foot… but with the hands👀

The Hammer made a throw-in that Daley Thompson would have started a lap of honour with 🙌🙌🙌🙌
He found The Duffydonna in space
who received and caressed the ball forward with such aplomb I could have cried…

The one they call The Titan rose like
A Vanguard Class submarine, from the depths of the Temple Park 4G we would see shear passion, determination and will power….
As The Titan gave the order for FULL SPEED AHEAD and torpedo tubes away
We saw the wake of his powerful run brush the grass away like iron filings repelling from a magnet….

The ball bounced energetically and quickly as if keen to evade the Gladiator’s leather boot, but nothing would stop the blonde bomber, nothing could possibly steal away this moment of destiny, he simply wouldn’t allow it…

The Titan smashed the ball passed and what seemed through the keeper at the speed of sound, the boom I heard was not that of the barrier being broken, but that of Maximus’s voice rejoicing 🙌

1-0 and daylight between us for once.

The ball was fought for rigorously, and cleared over the fence by a young hoof.
Commander Borthwick got his stilettos all stuck in the grassy bank.. and to roars of laughter up ended himself.

It Looked for all to see that the 2nd gunman on the grassy Knoll had taken him down…😳😳😳

But the follow up investigation revealed that actually I was mistaken and Borthwick The Younger, fresh from his stint At The Houses of Parliament, had Slipped on the bank horribly whilst retrieving the ball, keen as a beagle on the annual fox hunt…🤨

Young bones heal quickly I’m told…
I checked on the Saxonian after the game…
Opening his Father’s van door to be greeted by the Lanchesterian equivalent of the Russian dolls..
Papa Bear, Younger Bear and
Little Lincoln Bear…
a finer set of hairy, football crazy men you will not find in these here parts.

Meanwhile…😳
A dangerous counterattack was Borne from a growing Hebburnian desire to equalise…
The Hoover sprinted, as if his Life depended on it, and covered the striker diving in at the near post..
To say the resulting carnage was ‘Saving Private Ryan’ would be overstating it,
But only just… 🧐

The Hoover took a right old smashing to the turf… red faced, fragile and wincing I picked him up from the 4G and ushered the concerned away….
He was hurt, I calmly Iooked into his pained eyes and asked him where it hurt,
through glassy eyes he retorted
‘Everywhere!!!’ 😳

With a clap of the hands, a sharp intake of breath, Coach Miyagi stepped forward and rubbed the horribly studded stubborn ankle back to life… haemoglobin flowed, endorphins pulsated and oxygen plumed from The Young Cestrians lungs like The Consett Steel Works of old. 🙏

Being the fearless gladiator he is,
The Hoover was plugged back into his recharge setting, and the cordless James motored on…👏👏👏👏👏

The Brickwall was brought into play arcing floating diving towards the curling Hebburnian shot, Wow!!!
Top corner and Tipped over brilliantly!
🙌🙌🙌
Top Bins!! Was the Maximus shout..
as the ‘Bin man’ Barron took out the bins literally!

The Hoover and The Brickwall gave their all and bled for their Cestrian badge today…
It looked like Reservoir Dogs rather than Chester under 9 pups today…

The Cestrian team work continued to work tirelessly until the final seconds…
The whistle blew and we bounced with joy!

What a hard fought, and satisfying 3 points today…..
We wanted it and it showed…
superb commitment against a very organised and skilful Hebburn team…

Proud Coaches😌

‘Freddie Barron Man of the Match’👏

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