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Matchsticks set season alight |
A corner kick ricochets out of the box and Zacharias Ingesson is on the loose ball in a flash. One touch controls it; the next scorches it into the net. One nil to the Matchstick Men and the season is barely 5 minutes old.
Manager Tony Brazil is generous in his praise, “young Zac was the spark that lit up the Matchstick Men against Backdraft in our opening game of the season. His early goal set us up for a 3-1 victory, an away win that could be vital come season end.
“Our second match of the season was also away, a tougher match but we opened the scoring and again it was Zac from a corner – this time heading in from the back post: he is on fire!”
Brazil lights a match and fires up his cigar, “unfortunately Molde decided to snuff out the young guy’s flame…”
Brazil blows out the matchstick and crushes it underfoot, “the last action of the game saw Zac injured. It made no difference to the result, because our disallowed goal and Molde’s ridiculous goal from a young sub had already indicated we were to lose this one.
“But Molde obviously see us as a season long threat with Zac at the forefront, so decided to brazenly take him out. Rotten stuff from Molde really, but that’s football.”
Brazil drops his burning cigar into a laundry hamper full of petrol-soaked towels and retreats to a safe distance as the stadium erupts in flame, “they say it all evens out in the end but just to make sure, that’s for Zac’s injury - and anyway their Aker Stadion looks a treat blazing away like that.”
The Matchstick Men team coach edges away as streams of fire engines and police cars siren past, Brazil stretches, “I thought we were going home but it seems not. We’re now on our way to another exotic location for some cup game.
“Let’s hope nothing untoward happens there or we’ll be out of matches, in all senses of the word.”
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