Will the Glads avoid getting it in De Nekker?

With a predictable forecast of Sun, Cloud, Rain our intrepid Gladyses set out to conquer all that went against them. We were playing today to make it through to the final 8, from which the gold, silver and bronze medal winners would emerge. In true tournament style the event wase running late from the first ball kicked, and therefore our mad scramble (and almost car accident) to get there for the stipulated 1 hour beforehand led us to a slightly long warm up, coupled with Dunny's ability to sidestep the entire length of the football field.

So to our first match, against "De Leuke Maiden" (TW thinks it's tall women, but they weren't all that tall).
Our line up was as follows:
GK: GBJ
LB: LB
RB: LM
LW: AP
CM: GP
RW: TW
F: FF

We started out in a lively fashion, peppering the opposition goal with shots, as our defence stood around at the back admiring (and occasionally punting the ball forwards). Yet somehow the ball never quite found the back of the net. We hit the post, the opposition, forced the keeper to save, and occasionally hit each other!

Half time...we made a tactical change, bringing on Bloomer for Blair, leaving Lionel to tapdance her support from the sidelines. Our first goal came almost within 5 minutes of restart - Fawcett with a jetpowered header from an inch-perfect TW cross. HURRAH!

And then the floodgates opened..
Prince scored with an absolute netbuster
Bloomer with another netbuster from 8 yards, to a resounding cry of "YES! BOLLOCKS!!!!!!"
Prince again, via a rebound from a TW cross
Fawcett with a tap-in, taking the ball around the keeper
Love Muscle with a thunderous strike from the halfway line (yes, really!)

And thus it ended 6-0 to the Glads. A far cry from our first Copenhagen game.

Match quote from Gladys Prince on Gladys Love Muscle's Beckham-esque wonder strike: "Although it was a good shot, to be fair, the reason it went in was because the keeper was groping me. She had her hand between my legs and I said "I quite enjoyed that ", and as I said that the ball went in!" It's now the end of our day and we're going for dinner, more results to follow!

GBJ

Hola dear readers!

Here we are, fresh back from a Gladys practice session on the most uneven ground ever known to Gladys. We are now primed, ready, and totally hungover in readiness for tomorrow's action.

Our journey over was exeptionally pleasant, 7 Glads, 15 beers, 6 Pimms, 3 and a half hours of conversation that can be whittled down to the following few gems:

Lionel "Tony" Blair (on the exchange rate) "I got mine at 1.6 AND a free cappucino!"

Fawcett..."We shoud be able to make an England Select team from the Premiership"
Billie-Jean "It's call the England First team Fawcett"

TW: "Leave the diamante sandals alone, they're MINE!"

LB: I'm like hands and feet everywhere!

Our hotel is (we think) in the business district and they're clearly not used to atheletes in their prime. But then again, neither are we. We had a visit from the nice conceirge at 2am last night telling us we were making too much noise and that we'd be thrown out of the hotel if we carried on. But carry on doing what??? It *is* true that TW was reclining, supping a Duval. It *is* true that Prince, Lionel and Bloomer were sitting calmly talking about....I forget. It was clearly the action of flushing the toilet by yours truly that led to the alarm bells being rung.

Well dear readers, it's time now to sign off for this evening. We're off to find dinner, possibly a recovery beer, and our chariots to football await us at 8am (gulp).