Match Report – M2 v Bicester 4’s
MATCH REPORT M2 vs Bicester 4’s
Lo, upon a temperate day did Wanderers play host to Bicester, with stout hearts and noble aim: to seal the league’s double ‘gainst that selfsame foe, whom they had erstwhile vanquished upon their own fair ground earlier in the season’s course.
From the first blast of contest the struggle was most evenly matched, the battle waged in the crowded theatre of midfield, where stick met ball as sword meets shield. Yet it was Wootton who fashioned chances of greater promise, though Fortune, coy mistress, denied them still the golden breakthrough. Meanwhile did Bicester win for themselves sundry short corners, and cunningly did they seize their moment—striking the orb both low and fierce, so that it skidded beneath all hope and nestled in the net. Thus were Wanderers made to trail.
Yet untroubled in spirit and undismayed, Wanderers pressed on to restore the balance. Fair winged play from Josh E, swift as Mercury’s own step, delivered the ball unto their captain, noble Mark, who stood within the D. With a touch most deft, and Fortune lending but the slightest smile, the ball did find its way into the back of the goal. So ended the first half in parity: one apiece.
Within the quiet counsel of half-time, the company spake amongst themselves, well knowing that but subtle refinements might yield rich harvest upon the field—most chiefly that the midfield must labour as one to blunt the adversary’s edge. This charge was borne with excellence by Luke and Josh M, who in the second half did toil with tireless vigour and put in a shift most valiant.
By their endeavour was Wootton granted firmer mastery of the contest. And lo, following an overturned short corner, when Bicester sought vainly to clear their lines, brave Steve did intercept the ball and with bold intent drove it back into the D. There stood once more their steadfast skipper, Mark, ready of foot; and with a guiding deflection he sent the ball trickling o’er the line, as though Time itself would pause to witness it. Thus were Wanderers set ahead.
Not long thereafter came a third: good Lee, crowning yet another fine display, took his chance with grace and surety, and struck a goal most pleasing to behold.
So the contest drew to its close with no further alteration of the score. Wanderers, triumphant, did claim the three points entire, and by that noble gain were lifted into the top half of the table, their fortunes ascending as the sun at dawn.
Man of the Match Phil Adams
Lo, in the steadfast ranks of the back line stood Phil, imperious as a king upon his battlements. Each counter-attack that dared to rise against Wanderers he did sweep away with sovereign command, quelling the threat ere it could take root. And having thus restored order, he followed each noble defence with distribution most fair and measured, sending forth the ball as a herald of renewed assault, that Wanderers might surge once more upon the attack.