WNSS 0 - 8 AFC Rudheath; a score line that speaks a thousand words. One such word would be "out"; of the cup again at the first hurdle, but owing to building fixture congestion, no bad thing. Annual tradition demanded that barring a bye, the WNSS must exit the cup swiftly to focus their attentions on all matters of the league. In fairness WNSS had put their thumb in Brian Maddocks pie and pulled out a real plum draw in the shape of Premier League opponents AFC Rudheath. Armed with such characters as "Disco", "Gonzo", and "Jacko" (all of whom had more than a rudimentary understanding of the beautiful game) WNSS' fate was sealed from the first whistle. With no natural Keeper (Bad start), or Striker in the WNSS ranks, I'll let you fill in the blanks that punctuate the 8 moments where the Legend was either prostrate in the back of his own net, statuesque in wonder with the ball behind him in the net, or in the net with the ball bent over picking it up. All in all, a dark chapter in the record books. The only smiling face of the day was that of Flames, delighted that his personal horror show between the sticks against Harrisons Allstars had now been eclipsed. Roll on the sandwiches and Manchester Road.
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