Southern Combination League - Premiership
CDG ( 1 ) 3 Little Common ( 2 ) 3
( Spence 36, Sullivan ( N ) 83 pen, Leslie 89.) ( Other 35 pen, Tate 38,56.)
WE'RE ONLY HUMAN
The vagaries of the beautiful game were bought to the fore when the Anvils locked horns with fellow midtablers Little Common In a game of swaying fortunes with the Commoners winning the toss, thus setting mine hosts to the next 45+ mins of topping up their sun tan in the lowering shine that prevailed ( often wondered if sunshades could be used in such circumstances. )
An early blast from both sides nearly had the scoreboard singeing along its edges, as three goals honed in in as many minutes, to put the Commoners a nose in front at half time, even with the first goal being shrouded in doubt to say the least, with home support ( even those 50 yds away ) adamant that the lines gentleman may have been suffering from sun blindness himself thus missing the offside call, plus a Commoner chappie then falling rather theatrically in the box, possibly acting ability RADA first class, penalty tucked home with aplomb.
On 36 a lung bursting run thro midfield by midfield dynamo Mike Spence evened up the score, but this was then was overshadowed by a Wes Tate special ( I believe he makes a habit of this ), the habit being pinging the ball from the centre circle over the keepers head into the net, this seems to happen quite frequently these days, being a fellow Anvil supporter I shall be kind and say perhaps the sun played a part in the keepers demise.
For the second half another Tate special ( not from halfway ) seemed to stifle any possible Anvil comeback, but with the Kop in full voice, chances started to appear, as perhaps the Commoners started to tire or perhaps took the foot off, but with the pressure something had to give, and late goals thro Sullivan and Leslie
saw the Anvils snatch a draw from the jaws of defeat, in an absorbing contest of football and controversy, as they say its only a game!