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| Nom | Home Player | Nom | Away Player | Result | Games |
| 1-1 | Ron Terry | 3-1 | Martin Baker | 3 | 0 | 9-2, 9-2, 9-2 | | 1-2 | Mark Fuller | 3-3 | Jason Creasey | 1 | 3 | 9-5, 4-9, 4-9, 6-9 | | 1-4 | Keith Ewin | 3-4 | Keith Wallond | 3 | 0 | 9-1, 10-8, 9-3 | | 1-5 | Paul Masters | 3-5 | Nick Stafford | 3 | 2 | 9-10, 7-9, 9-2, 9-3, 9-1 | | 2-3 | Paul Webb | 3-6 | Maurice Johnson | 3 | 1 | 7-9, 9-1, 9-7, 9-5, | | | | | | | | | | | Games: | 13 | 6 | |
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| | | Bonus: | 4 | 0 | |
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| | | Result: | 17 | 6 | |
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| Report: | The Keith challenge at 3rd string, was dissappointingly affected by the Nuffield Keith having "man-flu". This affliction meant that his ability to spot his opponents drops and surprise boasts was surpassed only by his ability to spot the large platter of food served before him in the bar afterwards. Clearly the Nuffield Keith is no stranger to the sweet-trolly and is clearly seldom far from his own fridge; both his chins were pleased with the eventual outcome of the evening. At 2nd string, the follically challenged Jason (no, before you even think of it, not Donovan....possibly maybe his grandfather though!) was too strong for the salad dodging lard-arse Mark. At 5th string Paul and Maurice thrashed out a battle NOT for the purists (nothing text book about this one, children!); with Paul's drop shots clearly forcing the issue in his favour. The No:1 prima-donnas, flattered to deceive and after much preening and posing, effortless foreplay and unnessesary rallying, never was the idiom of “Old age and treachery will overcome youth and skill” so perfectly demonstrated as the semi-crippled and overweight Ron sent the youthful and sprightly Martin packing, off to an early bed, and his morning paper round. The match thus decided; the balcony filled, the protagonists at 4 entered the stage, and the match-up of the evening began. Nick, esplendant in his white headband, spectacles and sporting (under an extra extra large shirt) a beer-belly, started well against the retired, glasses bearing, stick-insect that is Paul. The first two games in this match-up, potentially dubbed "the Specsavers Challenge" went narrowly to Nick with his expert cross-court wrong footing drops and boasts. In the third game, Paul found his range, and started to lob and drop the fading Nick. Two-one to Nick, The balcony oooohed, it ahhhhed, it even started to humm the tune from "The Great Escape". Could the match be turned? (we all asked through emptying glasses of London Pride), Could it? As Paul's lob serves went higher, Nicks quality of return lowered. Two-all! A grandstand finish was witnessed by a baying crowd. Nick succombed to Pauls masterey. 3-2. The crowd clapped and cheered the two combattants, and then dispersed to the bar. A super evening with a great buch of blokes; we await the return with anticipation and awe! |
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| Author: | MF |
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