Keith’s Beef Quiche 4 – 5 Sweet F.A.
Yes, your eyes do not deceive you, the score was indeed 5 – 4. In fact, until the last 5 minutes of the game we were winning… I shit you not fair Quiche fans.
Seriously, we actually outplayed them, we were strong, took our chances, played sensibly, didn’t sub as much and… had Charlie Davy.
So gutted were the Quichers that none of us could bear to do the write-up until two weeks after the event. It’s like winning a Ferrari, driving it into a wall, shitting yourself then immediately having to do a write-up about it and put it on the internet – not fun.
Anyway, I have finally taken the burden… it is my cross to bear. So what happened? In all honestly it’s mostly a blur but I will try and give you an idea of how the game flowed.
It was the first week in which master-strategist Ben Wood demanded that the amount and frequency of substitutions be reduced in an attempt to build a rhythm and flow between players. In previous weeks, the transplant of half the team every five minutes resulted in messy, haphazard play and just when the team started to gel, three of them would swap out.
This change paid dividends. No subs were made for the first ten minutes and, lo and behold, a solid foundation formed, something that vaguely resembled a football team. One sub every five minutes was just enough to rest weary legs and inject pace, but not too much to reduce teamwork and flow.
This is where the memory gets hazy.
Up until the last five minutes of the game, I remember simply this: good play. Communication, passing, incredible saves, movement, options, fitness, desire, hunger, composure, quiche, heart, strength and love; it was all there.
This blur of champagne football is broken with 4 moments of vivid recollection. A typical top-corner turner from Craig, two composed placements past the keeper from the night’s top-scorer Charlie Davy and finally… what will go down in Quiche history as “The Incident”.
Quiche’s goals had come interspersed with three lucky Sweet F.A. replies. However we had maintained a 3-2 lead for the majority of the second-half, but the slippery Sweets managed to bring it to 3 -3. Tensions were high, time was short, a hero was needed… and then it happened… “The Incident”.
James Simpson in a moment of orgasmic purity, a transcendent moment where time stands still, where body and ball are one, where Keith smiles down on us, where we are mere hosts, arbiters, oracles for his grace and footballing prowess. He proper, fucking hammered it into the bottom-right corner, there was no stopping it, there was never any doubt, it was certainty in shooting form, it was truth, it was fact, it was SIM. Time sped up, a moment’s silence, Simmy turns away from the net and jogs back nonchalantly, “BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” went the crowd.
This was it, this was the comeback, and what a comeback. We’ve got it now, surely? This perserverance, this assurance, this confidence, the game is ours. “Well, they really deserve that” was the chatter from the sidelines, clinging Sweet F.A. fans’ fingers released their grip from the cage in defeat, sweaty sub hands ran through greasy hair, eyes locked shut – the Quichers’ glee was too much, the yellows had done it now surely?
Not so… was it taking Charlie Davy off and bringing James Trenholme on for the last 5? Probably. But let’s not name names. KBQ went on the defensive for the final moments, Sweet F.A. punished the Quiche for stepping on the back foot and utilised their one competent player to sneak two into the net in the last 3 minutes… 5 – 4 to Sweet. Whistle blows, disaster. How? HOW? WHY? Elation for Sweet F.A. – heartbreak for Keith’s Beef Quiche.
I don’t want to write anymore… it was… horrible. Head of KBQ Fanclub #ifyoucutmeiwouldbleedliquidisedquiche Leah Firth says she distinctly remembers the ref saying “3 minutes left” in a dramatic slo-mo voice and we were still winning by a goal. She’d already begun to prepare the Asda own-brand Cava, Keith’s favourite tipple. Sickening.
We were the almosts but not quites, we were The View, David Milliband, the Mini-disc; so close and yet so far. Few words were said in the post-match bar, a few forced smiles were worn. Lines like “Well, it’s the best we’ve done!”, “We nearly had it” and “Ben Wood played really well as usual” were all cold comfort. The Quiche had tasted victory and guess what? They liked it.
Quiche of the Match: James Simpson
Scorers: Charlie Davy (2) Craig Kaye (1) James Simpson (1)
Dick of the Day: Ben Wood (air-ball)