The fourths go marching on...
As usual, we won, they lost. However, they didn’t just lose, they bore the brunt of the fourth’s most impressive performance this season, and were thrashed into submission by a team seemingly possessed by the spirit of Brazil l970.
The pressure built in the first half, a shot off the inside of their past and another blatantly handled on the line. With the ref still in the wrong half our calls for a penalty were ignored. But justice came with a fantastic diving header - albeit by a Holloway defender - which put us one up at half-time.
And so the floodgates opened. The Holloway team was helpless in defending wave after wave of our attacks. Like Moses parting the Red Sea we pulled apart their defence with our vision and movement.
Adam finally scored after hitting the post in his last three games and Morgan shrugged off defenders to slot in the third. The blitzkrieg on the Holloway box led to a swivelled shot by Pistol Pete - our number four. Nak put on a star performance, taking no prisoners and scoring brilliantly twice from twenty yards. All this without Dazzler anywhere to be seen...
We worked together like a well oiled unit (ooer) to demolish the league leader’s pride and self-esteem. With a game in hand and three points between us and the top the championship looks within our grasp.
Inevitably they scored the obligatory goal from a corner but who cares? Roll on the last thirty-two in BUSA and the grudge match against the seconds.
IC IVs 6 - 1 Royal Holloway
