The name’s Walsh, Selwyn Walsh

It started with Dan’s boots being only the third most luminous pair on view. A feat never before seen in feet. Masa and Muzzy scared The Living Daylights out of us with their pukely orange contraptions.

Vags arrived far from sure of a victory against a tough and much improved Embassy, the same Embassy who had turned us over 4-0 in the first meeting of the season I might add, but won’t because it was painful. A win was, of course, the aim but the most important thing was to battle and do ourselves justice, which was certainly not the case at the prior, not to be mentioned here at all, meeting. Continue reading →