You don't have a memory - it has you!

The mighty 6B Flying Balls won our semi final on the weekend. 2-nil. And yours truly scored the first of those goals, around about the 20-minute mark. Various excerpts from the match report classed my finishing as 'brilliant' and my running as 'tireless'. Shucks.

Must say I was well pleased with the one-touch finish in the bottom left corner of the goal, after a one-on-one with the keeper.

As an interesting sidenote, the goalkeeper I comprehensively beaten was the same guy who refereed me in the last game, giving me a yellow (see previous post). Ah sweet poetic justice.

Anyways, the celebrations started at the game:

And didn't finish until 2am the next morn.

I wobbled home from the Crows Nest hotel, re-enacting my goal from the day before. We could be heroes...

In other news - I will soon be slightly-closer-to-over-the-hill. 24 has crept up faster than I expected. Friday night will be spent remembering my yoof and browsing walking frame catalogues, in a Radox bath.

Hope youse all are well. Shout outs to Sis for being the only regular blog updater.

Out.