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| Youngster runs riot |
“Today’s match was set to be a real firecracker. The one thing neither of us expected was Klas Nihlgard being the spark that set the Matchsticks blazing to glory,” manager Tony Brazil lights his cigar from the electricity crackling in the air, “Kung Fu Hustle had all of our players sussed out apart from Nihlgard, so the little lad was able to wriggle through and score the two goals that gave us a shock away win against our bitter rivals.
“Or should that be ‘better’ rivals?” Manager Tony Brazil rocks with laughter, “a couple of seasons ago the Hustle beat us to the play-off place in division 3d, deservedly so as they were much better set up and organised. Now we find ourselves battling for the same play-off spot but in a higher division, but things have changed. It looks like we’ve caught up with them as a team now, so matches between us will be won by the little things.
“Both managers got five stars but 19 year old Nihlgard got us the points and me the manager of the round trophy, the youngster ran riot,” Brazil is relaxed as he drinks a champagne and absinthe cocktail from the trophy, he knows that Fivetide1978 has already let down the tyres of his team coach so no one is going anywhere soon. He also knows that the re-match next round, back at Estadio Lucifer, will be his time for revenge; and revenge is best served as laxatives in the away team’s half-time hot drinks.
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