CAPTAIN's REPORT

The second event has come and gone and once again it is the Anglo's with a good lead...

Anglos

Jocks...

The Captains report....

Wyder VII ‘the ice man cometh’

Where does one start, the events leading up until the final defining moments are of no relevance.

The war of three weekends, the toils of fourteen brave warriors, the battlegrounds from the North of Scotland to the South of England, and it all boils down to two men, two puts, a matter of a few feet.

But to use the immortal line, “There can be only one”.

Aberdeen, the anglos controversially forge ahead (remember the whole of shame).

Goodwood, the first shoots of recovery from the resilient Jocks...

Stratfordia, the showdown of the century...

The Jocks set off south with a lot of work to do, first stop the off sales for a few beers. Next stop the service station for a toilet break, but the beers were done, panic stations, after several detours a shop was found and the lads were restocked.

On to the principality. Hotel found, lads found, pub found. Any scandal has been lost in the haze of booze. Did the Jocks sense a remarkable come back, were the Anglos contemplating loosing from a virtually unassailable position, who knows. But there was something in the atmosphere that night.

Saturday arrives.

The Anglo’s only need a couple points, but the Jocks have Eddie and he wants Howison, the assault on the 6 th at Newmacher has not been forgotten, that was Eddie’s mate he made squeal. Eddie got him, and destroyed him, the Hobo had been avenged. Bazz and DJ did a job on Stubbs and our Bunny. El gringo Dude had already seen of the Jock captain, but was wanting something from the doubles as well, going down the last the pressure was on, 7 iron-7 iron putt for a birdie, handicap 30plus, I’m confused.

All square with one day to go—10-2 after the first weekend!!!!

Sat night was just a gap between matches. Nice pubs, nice girls, good company, some very nice sights in the club, rubber nurses outfit and the constant flashing of flesh from the blonde one, well arranged Steve.

Sunday, the day of reckoning, was upon us.

The usual Sunday pairings, the Bergcamp of the Jock team had been replaced by Eddie, so he faced the Mexican. The black ball pairing made up that foursome. The second grouping was the Captains and the Rossellie. Dude was confused, how could somebody only be giving him a couple shots, how could somebody else be on the green net one! Eddie wins. There is a shock in that grouping, Bazz looses to the Kiwi, unheard of in recent times! But he regains his composure and helps the Jocks pick up the valuable doubles point. The Jocks are ahead for the first time that year!

On to the second group, the headlights shone! The Bunny froze, point to Bill.

On to the Rossellie pair, thinking back to Aberdeen, three of the T Jordan, the malevolence of Howison, something had changed, had the booze free year finally awoken the steel in Jordan? We would soon see. It was a close match, cagey even, not the sublime to the ridiculous of the other pairing. So the moment arrived, the par5 18 th, Howison fires of a monster with his £500 driver, DJ sends a steady one down the middle with his £2.99 7-wood. Howison reaches the green with a tremendous shot from his £300 3-wood, to be honest at this moment I though it was over. DJ hits a steady one down the middle with his £2.99 7-wood, then another one. They both chip on and are left with 10-15 foot putts. DJ to go first, if he gets it, he wins, Scotland wins, Golf wins. If he misses, Howison has the chance to win, but golf would loose. The rest of the players gather round, some cars stop to see what all the commotion is, the birds stop singing. 15 feet from glory, 15 feet from eradicating the memory of the hole of shame, 15 feet from immortality. He lines up, Howison is helpless, there are too many people watching for him get at Jordan, all his violence could have been in vain, DJ talks to himself, he looks again at the whole, slow back swing, smooth stoke, the ball gently leaves the face of the putter (£1.99), how could there have been any doubt, straight in. The crowd applaud, the birds sing again, Howison looks at his feet, not daring to catch DJ’s eye.

Es kann Nur Ein geben

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and the Ice man served up this dish sub-zero….

Next stop the Berlin 2006,

Schottland 4 Anglo 3

Im Heim vom reinen gibt es keinen zweiten Ort, Schottland wieder wird regnen oberst.

Smug Twats!	hmmm...
The rock didn't play...	I do like this pic!

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