Finishing Line in Sight as the Horse Runs Tudor Ragged

We have played over thirty games in all competitions this season scored over eighty goals and hit the woodwork about twenty times.

Our heaviest defeat has been by one goal and in every game bar none we've been the best team and yet such has been the strength and depth of the league it's taken us until the last day of March before we can see the finishing line as being the champions and best team in the whole of the South London Alliance League. We still need four points from four games and I realise I could end up with egg splattered all over my ugly face but I'm going out on a limb here by saying the league will be ours sometime next week.

We changed our system again today by playing 4-4-2. With Jay Kelly in goal, our defence had Lucas Worrell, Billy Alton, skipper Jack Roberts and Jack Doherty. In the middle we had Lee Wilton, Tom Rolt, Bobby McGuane and Troy Williams. Whilst upfront saw Joe Crook and Brett Northover. I know the team are not becoming complacent, but for the third match in a row we had to come from behind when we conceded a poor penalty early on. This was probably Jasons only real touch of the ball as he got his hand to the strongly struck pen. Almost immediately our midfield slipped into gear, upped the passing rate and ran 'em ragged. A six pass move saw Joe Crook equalise with a beautifully placed shot. He then laid on the pass for Lee Wilton to put us 2-1 up at the break.

Joe went on to score two further goals making it 11 in the last five and 21 for the season. Rob Grogan completed the scoring with the goal his industry deserved. We also hit the woodwork three times, produced some amazing stops from the keeper and had Tudor begging for the full-time whistle! We somehow seem to get stronger the longer the game goes on!

There were so many candidates for Man of the Match: Joe's hat-trick, Lucas Worrell's fabulous display of wing back (should have scored Lu), Jack Doc faultless throughout, Troy Williams with, once again, Renaldo like skill beating six players before smashing against the underside of the bar when a miss-kick would have rolled in, and once again I would have had to award him the accolade of goal of the season (watch out Ricky!). But the award this week goes to the man known to us as the horse. Bobby was phenomenal, his strength, power and pace made him untouchable as defenders just bounced off him. This man doesn't have to be told when his form is down and likewise the smile on his face at the end told everyone just how well he knew he had played. This is one popular man in our team and if he only had a better physique the women might even fancy him. Nice one Bob!!!!

Final Score

Long Lane A 5 - 1 Tudor