| Tuesday, November 02, 2004 |
| super sub |
and what's this? the manager's bringing a new player onto the pitch.
-who is it alan, can you see who's already warming up?
well jon you're not going to believe this but it looks like the number 7 is coming straight off the bench
-not even a warm up alan?
no jon, well.. wait.. yes, a flick of the right ankle there, a glance at the boots, but apart from there he's hardly taken off his tracksuit and he's there.. creating space down the flank and he's straight into the fray there, lining up a wicked one-two
-my goodness alan after only a wee pause for thought he's in there, you can see the emotion in his eyes, the crowed have really got him fired up, and he seems to be reading this game like a master, and its a wonderful display of vision as he takes the ball into the box, a shifty shuffle, drops the left shoulder.. i can scarcely believe this alan, already he's shaping up for a shot, from that crazy angle
but he crosses it in majestically - leaving him unmarked again, moving quickly now inside the area, the ball passed around four of his teammates in a crowded manouvre of sheer mentalism, confounding the opposition, then back to him as he runs onto it with tremendous speed
-and he powers it into the back of the net! what a screamer! out of nowhere! surely that seals it, alan?
now that was an inspired substitution, barely two minutes on the pitch and Lenny scores again. we can scarcely see him now, his team mates have run over and bundled him into a mass pile-on, ah, there he is, weeping gently and grinning from the bottom of the human hillock
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