John Leslie (9)

John Stevenson (8)      Jim McPherson (9)   Mark Grice (8.5)    Grant Ramsey(8.5)

Aidan McGettigan (8)    Tony Lawlor (8.5)   Jason Steer (9) Russell Stinson (9.5)

Jerry "the man" (9)     Adam Pomoro (8)

Substitutes
Andy Hardy (John Stevenson) 8.5
Lee Steer (Aidan McGettigan) 9
Luke Pomoro ( Adam Pomoro) 8.5
Kevin Robertson ( Manager) TOPS

What a game, oh what a game. Down three times and we came back everytime. The defence was abysmal and brilliant. The first goal against caused by a cock-up against the run of play between Jim and John, their forward runs on to score an easy and undeserved goal. 1-0 down. Ho feckin hum.
We come back with a blinder from Russell who gets man of the match for many things but not least this goal, crossed from Aidan, he buries it top corner passed their wee goalie. 1-1.
Then another extraordinary lapse, involving Russell this time, ball sent into the 6 yard box and the goal converted 2-1 at half time.

Half Time 1-2

Half time the manager explodes, due to the unbelievable half-time scoreline, it completely flattered them.

Second half, the ball is played down the right, with sub Lee Steer on for Aido, he floats a cross, there is a scramble and Russell knocks it in for 2-2. Alleluia!
It was no more than we deserved against a linesman who I should've fecking levelled (and nearly did). Henri is then felled by a header on the right face cheek. Dirty bas.

First half of extra time, do they no go 3-2 up with another defensive mare involving Mark Grice in a total blunder. He made to kick the ball driven toward the goal, after Granty was clearly fouled and missed. 3-2 too those radioactive isotopes.

Ah ha, Hibs areny done. Second half of extra time, we are pummelling them left right and centre, the ball is swept in by Lee again and Gerry is up with elbow back and heid 3-3 to the London Hibs. Adrenalin is fair dripping oot ma mooth at this stage.

Jim playing upfront creates along with Ger chance after chance, the goalie save the post is battered, then oh happy bloody day. Slim Jim rocks up collects outside the 18 yard line and batters an absolute beauty 3-4 to the London Hibs you fecking beauty. Oh ya sexy fitbaw. Second roond here we come.

Well, what an absolutely dazzling display. There were times when some players were pants. Tony for 90 minutes, Gricey and Jim at the two goals. BUT this is a team game and each one of these players made a contribution to the team far in excess of the occasional mistake. John was seldom troubled by them, Jim Gricey and Grant along with Andy and John again turned defence into attack swiftly and elegantly. Bambi himself was an utter star on occasion. Toward the end Gricey cleared the lines time
after time.
In midfield Tony was knackered but came good when it was do or die, Jason played a stormer impressing the delightful Jill. Russell was utter Mom material. Aido unfortunately fell injured to be replaced by the skilful creator of goals Lee Steer. Up front a tireless and constantly talking Gerry
created chance after chance, aided by first one pomoro and then another.

View:
As if you can't guess already, bloody brilliant. Bring on anybody, I don't care who. We are strong our squad has depth and no one goes in the huff. We can win things this season.

A happy man am I, and revenge is so schweet!!!!

Kevin

(Manager London Hibs)