After a rousing win last week, the first since September, it looked like an end of season pick me up was the order of the day. With 2 games to go there was a strong possibility that the Skill Stylers could make it 3 wins in a row, and record their best sequence of results since the start of the season.
From the off the Stylers looked leaden-footed, and an early scare came in the form of a bullet clearance header from Gavstacurta, that shaved the bar. Confidence is a fragile beast, and it was cruelly shattered when WNSS failed to clear their lines after a routine corner. A looped cross and a nod-in seemed a soft goal, and sounded the familiar death-knell of a WNSS collapse. With goals at the zenith of a premium, to concede was a costly affair.
On a balmy afternoon, the WNSS pressed on in true Clare Rayner style and started to put a few passes together. The Beast was released down the left, beat his man and on the stroke of the trigger was yanked back. Free kick, and an opportunity to square the match. It was wasted, owing to nothing coming "straight from the training ground". This was the Beasts last action, and he was withdrawn clutching his ribs. The introduction of Flames signalled their intent to join the battle royale.
The second half saw our stylers on the front foot, nice megs from Flames bought him a couple of yards, an interchange with Mikos and they were in. Flames drilled a ball into the danger area bisecting the runs of Mikos and Ernie; again wasted. His ginger lugs were are red as his locks after a tirade from Ernie. Not to be flustered, they dug in again. Guido picks up the ball, and he's through; not quite. He is rudely executed platoon-esque on the edge of the area. Its yellow, but we know its a let off. He wants it, but Flames brushes him aside, "I'll have it"; "Kez, you better hit the target" is the response; straight into the wall......shit.
Its got 1-0 written all over it, but while its only 1, there's always a chance. Flames recieves from Mikos, beats his man, but there's a tangle and he's robbed, now he's angry and the red mist descends over the mercurial ginger....No.7 is getting away....not any more. It's a horror lunge; two footed, above the knee; late, very late. It's yellow, and Flames is £8 the poorer for it. All we needed now was to concede a 2nd. Well done. Flames rounds off the afternoon with an aimless ball into space for Mikos to chase. He's not happy. Who is?
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