Bunky's Match Report

20th Dec 2005 - BCII Cup Night

So BCII Cup night. What a turnout. Only 4 teams turned up, well done to MK United,
Argash, Athletico Shenley and those form Bunky's who could be bothered. A special well done
to Argash for staying behind when they had nothing to collect and also to our 2 spectators Hayley
and Russ (injured - but still came to cheer the troops on!)

So as there were only 4 teams, Shenley at short notice came up with a novel idea. One League where
everyone plays each other twice. For the record Disco picked ball number 4 from the bucket. Due to
numerous Bunky's losing their chollox we were always going to be up against it with a new look line-up
however we played it. In for his first start of the year - Bottie, and his first outfield appearance - Disco.
Every Bunky's player and supporter did the club proud on what could have turned in to a very bad evening.

So to the footy. Spot what's true and what's not!

1st Game lost 4-0 to Athletico: How many deflected goals from 4 shots can 1 team get.

2nd Game lost 5-0 To MK United: They were lucky and had to rely on hitting us on the break.
Dave Hewitt a powerhouse all over the pitch. They even got some bloke who thinks he should
be playing in the premiership - nice gloves, but calm the F**K down!

3rd Game lost 3-0 to Argash: Passed them off the park only to be outdone by 3 pile drivers.

4th Game lost 3-0 to Athletico: How many deflected goals from 3 shots can 1 team get.

5th Game lost 1-0 to MK United: Dave Hewitt pulled all the strings with a masterful
display which finally broke down the 1 man Bunky's defence.

6th Game drew 2-2 against Argash: We were just starting to get warmed up!

Evening Highlights

Sean, Jon (from Dubai), Richy A, Jus, Neil, Disco, Danny, Bottie, Hayley and eventually Russ.
All the above trying their hearts out in 6 tough games (except Hayley and Russ obviously).
Hayley and Russ and the sub cheering the lads on!
Bottie's 1st ever Bunky's goal - a screamer - 2 seconds from kick-off - Awesome.
Danny for slagging himself off to get himself up - it worked - scored our classy 2nd!
Disco sounding like Russ.
Ray asking Sean the rules.
Bunky's website getting 10,000 hits.
Disco playing outfield and trying to run, sorry jog or even fast walk.
The weather - must have been 5 degrees.
Everyone having a good old xmas drink up after the game.
Hayley drinking our new club tipple - a pitcher of cappuccino.
Ross for fixing what could have been a crap night.
The MK Dons for NOT coming.
Dani for the mince pies.
The other teams for acknowledging their quality xmas cards.
Jon for smacking the ball at Neil from point blank range.
Neil captaining the mighty BCII.
Ray asking Jon 'do you hear from Jon de Fraine much?'
MK United asking us to be kind to them in the Match report, to which Athletico's Craig
says 'why don't you look at our website' - q the whole bar ' CAUSE IT'S S**T!'
Neil McGlory for fine bar service.
Ross for free beer.
Gaz on what must have been a real expensive mobile call from Turkey.
Rogers for message of Good Luck from Poland - I wonder if they fixed his plane?
Ref Kev for showing Ray how to do it and Ray for not paying attention.

And well done to Athletico Shenley winning Div 2 Cup to go alongside Div 1
Cup from the previous week.


Part-time Supporter	It were damn cold	Tense times!	You take him at corners..

Action shots against MK United - can you spot it? The action?			He's so fast even camera's blur

Think his chin is as big as Richy A's	Deep in Thought	Is that a scratching in my mince pie?	Bottie

It was still cold in the bar	FAT wallet	Chafing Shenley shorts	Winners - picture stolen from their site

Argash	0:0	MK United
Athletico Shenley	4:0	Bunky Chollox
Argash	1:0	Athletico Shenley
MK United	5:0	Bunky Chollox
Argash	3:0	Bunky Chollox
Athletico Shenley	0:0	MK United
Argash	0:0	MK United
Athletico Shenley	3:0	Bunky Chollox
Argash	1:2	Athletico Shenley
MK United	1:0	Bunky Chollox
Argash	2:2	Bunky Chollox
Athletico Shenley	0:0	MK United
	FINAL
Athletico Shenley * Won 3-0 on pens	1:1	MK United

and from Mr Forbes....

Bottie flew down the right...

It turns out he'd collected the ball direct from the Richy A only a yard or two outside the 'D'. There had been some good movement, the Red's were nicely spaced, Sean had been up on the left dragging players away from the box, Neil and Stu were covering the back well as Bottie made his move, breaking from the defensive line with the ball.

It was suggested that Danny play more midfield than defensive as in a previous game, but jokes aside, the midfield had not been his friend that night.

'Cold' might be a word used to describe a chilled cola drink on a summers day, just poured from a bottle fresh from the fridge...

'Cold' may be used to describe a heartless and unemotional individual who's careless attitude had inflicted unnecessary pain on some poor soul...

They say, that night, 'Cold' was a mixture of both. Not the summers day though, not that night. A heartless chill bore deep into all their souls and the pain was more than unnecessary. Hazy breath could be seen by all, eager like training horses on a frosty morning. Spectators were surprisingly resilient, but a look of fear and loathing in all their eyes told a different story. That night, they were cold.

Somebody once wrote "Legs burn, fingers freeze, tempers flare". He was on the pitch that night, and he'd known what he was talking about. Ruddy faces and ruddy legs almost blended into the bright red shirts. Gloves had adorned many hands that night. One Utd player had chosen a pair of colour coordinated gardening gloves....and tempers certainly did flare. Some said a more suitable choice of glove may have helped.

It wasn't long before Bottie had reached the half way line. There was a little more space amongst the greens and yellows than previous clashes, but nobody could be sure if this was down to the cold, or the fact that it was late, very late.

When the evening started was when it began. It was all going wrong. Confusion, not enough people... and that wasn't just the BC team, oh no.... that was the whole league. The Captain had been detained in Poland, leaving the best of a bad bunch clutching at straws for a new leader. Mr. Orange Peal took the stand though, wasn't what anyone had expected, that's for sure, things must have been desperate, that's a given.

The hours had ticked buy, Seven, Eight, Nine... the temperature would have dropped just as fast. By the time Bottie reached the Utd danger area they would have felt the weight of the world in every step. But were were the defence? It wasn't all that clear what was going on. They had anticipated the Utd defence would be strong, but in the weary cold, there was no one. With a quickening urgency, Bottie eyed the target. They were bound to get some resistance, and it wouldn't have been long before it turned up in force.

Heels. Bottie had somebody on his heels. Running, running him down. Sean, out of site, but far from out of the play had been distracting fire from across the pitch. Danny keeping his snipers target fixed firmly down the middle to pick up any strays.

And from out of the mist, came the shot.

Like slow motion, the sand on the pitch exploded with the hammer's impact. Silence. Nobody had time to move. Nobody saw it coming. Utd were nailed to the astroturf, still like statues.

They had been expecting a cut back, only the man on Bottie's heels could have known different. But no such shot had been anticipated by anyone, and that included their 'keeper.

The next thing they heard, was the ricochet from inside the goal as it rang out across the night. The side wall had been hit, the 'keeper struck the ground, and the crowd exploded....

They say the wounded left town shortly after that. The cold had taken it's toll, and there was a rumour a coffee was served in the bar. One sought solace in warmer climates just a few days later with several players missing from the action on the night still unable to come to terms with what went on. It was once said that Mince pies were offered round as some sort of ceremony, but probe any of the players, and you'll get nothing.

When a captain isn't captain, the team is no longer a team, but the spirit of the night lives on, and the story's will remain in our hearts. Heroes one and all of course, heroes one and all.