I don’t tend to give up hope until pretty late in most games, but the general lassitude of our play made it hard to see a way back from even one down. At free kicks we were opting for so-called ‘off-the-training-ground’ routines, that, in the cold light of the Oxfordshire day, were just Biggie side-footing the ball to an opposition player. Excluding Burge, no one had a good game, but Biggie had an absolute ponger.
"Following a few more brilliant saves from Burge, and a slight relax on the gas from Oxford, Cov started to put some moves together: Biggie playing in Marvin, and Page getting off a good back-post effort from a corner. At this, Mr Nii Lamptey informed me – via a secret in-club source – that after being asked to leave the training ground one evening where he was inexplicably practising those penalties he won’t ever take, he simply responded: “Do you know who I am?” The sheer volume of morons at our club is reaching critical levels."
Having a dense day.
Who stayed behind? Why were they asked to leave? Who's the moron the person that asked them to leave?