The Stoke Gifford A team managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of a draw when Rockleaze scored a winner deep into injury time at the end of the game.
The village were boosted by the presence of Aaron Jones who was presumably not regarded as good enough for any of the other teams today and Ricky…er…Ricky Ringer.
Alcoholic layabout student Nigel turned out in an unfamiliar left side of midfield position to accommodate Joe Chapman.
As ever, the village found themselves 2-0 down but Aaron Jones, quickly finding his level in the lower reaches of the Suburban League, pulled a goal back.
Ben Bennett’s team talk – amazingly – included very few swear words, mainly because ‘Big’ Jordan’s daughter was listening intently, although he did manage a few shits.
The team’s response to Bennett’s inspiring words was immediate as the Village went 3-1 down.
Bennett led the Gifford response first by almost doing the splits when losing the ball and then gaining a free kick after he managed to tackle himself.
Former supremo Boris turned up briefly before summoning his missus to chauffeur him to the Speakeasy for an evening of excess.
Astonishingly, in injury time the Village drew level when Ricky Ringer scuffed a limp effort under the opposition keeper who was clearly suffering from frostbite having had nothing to do for so long.
With only a few minutes to go, the home team went into celebration mode, enjoying the experience of a rare point and licking their lips at the prospect of gallons of Natch.
Therefore, it was not exactly a shock when Rockleaze waltzed through a static Gifford defence to score a dramatic winner.
So another afternoon ended at the frozen wastes of Little Stoke, pointless in every sense.
Man of the match – Ben Bennett. If he had any skill he’d be a good footballer, but…
