Match Report – O35.1W – Game Date: 18/08/2019

BMFC O35.1W: 2
vs
Blue Mountains O35.1B: 6

BMFC Goal Scorers: Own Goal, Skinner

Player of the Match: Football

Match Report: Every so often the football gods dish up the most succulent of dishes for the ever hungry public, a dream fixture that has any broadcaster drooling puddles enough to drown a horse – this Sunday saw one of these treats.

It was semi final time, time to step up and take the glory, time to make all those kms from pre season worth it, time to use up one more tube of deep heat.

It was time for the Battle of the Blueys. The Underdogs vs the favourites, the People’s Champions vs the runners up, the Mighty Ducks vs the Russians, Rocky Balboa vs Apollo Creed, David vs Goliath, Blue Mountains White vs blacks. Winner takes all.

Due to the important nature of the fixture and the expected crowd size, the powers that be made the call to move all other fixtures away from the home of football to allow extra room for stadium expansion, it was going to be a sellout. The extra police on duty for the expected crowd trouble weren’t needed as the white cloaked fanatics were on their best behaviour on the march from the Lappo down to Knapsack “When the Whites, go marching on”.

After the first test of the series didn’t go the Whites way last weekend, Dre called for the heavy rollers to be used all week to remove all possible traces of moisture from the pitch to help favour the Whites pace attack. The curators obliged and we were presented with the beginnings to the first runway for Sydney’s new second airport.

Add 2 tins plum tomatoes, the finely chopped leaves from ¾ small pack basil, 1 tsp dried oregano, 2 bay leaves, 2 tbsp tomato purée, 1 beef stock cube, 1 deseeded and finely chopped red chilli (if using), 125ml red wine and 6 halved cherry tomatoes. Stir with a wooden spoon, breaking up the plum tomatoes.

The players were met by a wall of noise as they entered the field of play from the tunnel, not because any of the fans truly loved any of them, more so they were cheering the fact that so many of them had made it to the end of the season and were still able to walk. It really is a testament to the fine specimens of the over 35’s that these supreme athletes, nah Adonis’, were still standing after such a long and intense season.

The game started like a Fast and the Furious movie, full of amazing end to end action, some quick witted dialogue, some beautiful looking characters and some villains. This was definitely going to be a game full of goals, it was only a matter of time.

Blacks scored a couple of tap ins.

The game started to simmer like your Nonna’s secret bolognese sauce, tackles were flying in and somehow the intensity lifted again.

With their backs against the wall and their season on the line, the mighty Whites needed to find a way back into the game before halftime, and find a way they did. After some inspirational play in midfield the ball was played through into the box and the defenders knew what to do from there, slotting straight past the helpless keeper. It was back to 2-1, but they weren’t done yet.

With the seconds ticking down, a beautiful ball was played across the park that had the defenders cloud watching and before it was too late the keeper was in no mans land. Rumour has it that the striker could be heard giggling like a school girl as everything fell into place and he calmly lobbed the keeper. The crowd lost their collective heads as the halftime whistle was blown and the score was 2-2.

The moods in the two dressing rooms at halftime couldn’t have been more chalk and cheese. The Whites were full of positivity and at no moment during the season had more bottoms been tapped. Whether from shock from the comeback or fear of the inevitable, some of the blacks wouldn’t return after halftime.

The second half passed without much fanfare apart from a certain defender getting more lost than Tom Hanks in the movie Cast Away, getting tackled by the ball twice, looking for a free kick from it, then almost being yellow carded for defacing the field of play when his shot took out the corner flag, good times.