Sunday, 21 December 2014

LYE TOWN 3-1 WESTFIELDS: some general images...

Not quite E.T., but the Bodging wishes to phone home from Lye...
As you do.
I was told I was not allowed to stand upon my Grassy Knoll.
It was something to do with a predatory trailer, lurking behind the fence...

Yesterday, Mousehole's quaint harbour; today, Lye.
It's what I do...

Sand purchased and spread by the Vice-Chairman to remind me of Mousehole's small beach. Thanks for that...

The quicksand on the centre-spot...

Several Westfields players were unable to find the toilet...

After their 'fancy-dress' breakfast, Lye's players argue as to who should kiss the bride...
The bride tells his mates that he needs to be dismissed 'early-doors', in order to get dressed and made up for the evening...
Or so I believe...
('Early-doors' is what Brian Little meant at Villa by 'in the opening stages'...)

The Westfields striker looks like he still needs the loo.
Maybe that's why he took an early bath...

Everywhere else in England, for that is where I come from, the mud is kinda brown.
In Lye, it's black... Be afraid, be very afraid...

The bumper Christmas crowd has gatecrashed onto the Grassy Knoll, to keep up a tirade of chanting and Christmas songs...

The Lye Army. Note the protective helmet...
Roger, and out...

How still we see thee, Lye...

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