The greatest game ever witnessed within sunday league. Stanway vs Wivenhoe

Now we all know sunday league is our bread and butter and lets face it... when it comes to football and a slice of bread and some butter us lads like both sides buttered.

Around 2009 when long hair was well in..... and trust me, it was, me and a few of the local heads were playing for Wivenhoe Fc, likes of Michael Johnston, James Lee, Fraser Redfern, Liam Boyles, usual suspects. Our sundays were usually ruined by a really bad game either home or away, usually away, we chucked away leads like they was going out of fashion, once we let go of like a 4 goal lead against someone.. forgot their name, someone tragic though I remember that.. I also remember hitting the post in the dieing seconds.. a save that keeper will never make again the lucky fuck.

BUT ANYWAY, moving onto sundays we all actually enjoyed and I think we can all safely say the dramatic 6-5 win against Stanway was the one to remember.

It was a cold damp day on a shitty dog field and the atmosphere was electric, we had Steve Randall and his jelly beans, we had it all!. The game kicked off, me and Michael Johnston took our place on the bench (unfairly hahahaa) and we looked on. Stanway took a lead by like 3 goals of something, I really can't remember but I remember us playing so badly it was hilarious.

Out of nowhere this cup tie sprung to life and it was a pleasure to watch, Ben Wier was putting in a shift all over the manner with the captains band on, James Lee was the little Messi of the side terrifying the defence and Fraser Redfern as usual was dominating it with strength and pure animalism (is that a word?).

The A league stanway side were simply dominating us at times but were easy to get at, evidently with the final score line.

Steve Randall (Manager) and head of jelly beans told Michael to strip off and warm up (not literally strip off, i wish though) and Michael began with his one touch stretches getting himself ready for the big entrance. On came Johnston for the remaining few minutes of the game.. and my god, what a few minutes that was jeff. The ball was lofted over, Michael in an almost impossible position from goal lashed it on the volley and it came sweatly off the outside of his classic nike boot and flew past the keeper, THERE WE WAS, BACK IN THE GAME, 5-4.

Once again the Randall produced a change and on came me to try and introduce some fresh legs into the game, we needed 1 more goal to force extra time.

Fraser Redfern come alive:

Now where your down and out in a tie and chasing the game, it's your important players who step up and fuck me, Fraser Redfern certainly did that. He played a central midfield roll for me was his best position ( all though diverted out wide sometimes, fuck knows why). Redfern grabbed hold of the game and started bringing the game to Stanway. He latched onto the ball, skinned 2 Stanway players made it into the box and lashed a shot at the keeper, SAVE, I thought this is it.. we're over and out of nowhere James Lee the little englishman (real hotty of wivenhoe) got the ball and calmly lifted it over the keeper into the net with Stanway players trying to block it on the line, he was off, we was off, celebrating. A moment of real class though was James pointing to Fraser and saying 'that was all you' top player, top attitude!.


Extra time was forced and Steve looked on with his magic beans hoping for something, we was all tireing, even me and I had been on the pitch 2 minutes. Again Fraser Redfern was the stand out player, flying into challenges, passing, heading, the lot. He grabs onto the ball and goes onto one of his wild runs and what I found most impressive about this run is, it was 90 minutes later and he still had unbelievable energy to go past 3 players, the attack was off and I was running along side Fraser into the box, he's twisting and turning and I am screaming out for the ball, Stanway players man handling me in the box all over the manner, Fraser looked up and played a delightful ball to me, I latched onto it and smashed it past the keeper, GET IN 6-5..


There it was, 6-5, the winner, I've run off to the touch line to celebrate, fellow wivenhoe bundling me, grabbing my cock and all sorts (pleasure). Fraser then later stated 'all I saw was your orange boots when I passed' hahahahahaa, what a man, what a player.


All though my time was cutt short at Wivenhoe and I left, it really was a pleasure playing with such a bunch of lads and I class them days as my best!.

Lots of love to all you fellow Wivenhoe boys.. apart from Luke Martin...
MWAH