As sure as eggs are eggs, and death and taxes, the sun will shine down upon the Flacca and beautiful football will be played.
Traveller's Rest were the visitors on Sunday, and it didn't take them long to silence Tattenhall's record attendance of 19 socially distanced men women and children and dog. A pot shot from distance squirmed through our goalkeeper's legs, before an unmarked back post header put Travellers Rest 2-0 in front after 6 minutes. The referee's questionable eyesight enabled the 'Rest to bundle over man and ball to make it 3-0 before Tattenhall had even drawn breath. Player/manager Noden finished deftly after good work from Withe and Wilson, but alas, the team crumbled like dry pastry again to go 4-1 down. Semi-veteran Cooke crossed in a delightful ball from left back for new signing Richardson to wallop in from the edge of the area. This was the start of a phenomenal debut for the young man. AFC Tattenhall went in at half time knowing that silly errors had contributed to their downfall, but when they turn it on, they can make the opposition, and fans go weak at the knees, from fear and arousal respectively.
Tattenhall started the second half brightly, and Withe bagged himself a goal shortly after the restart. It was one way traffic all half and the home team needed to rub salt into the Traveller's wound as their goal was peppered left, right and centre. Eventually second debutante, Evans, was put through and finished smartly one on one with the keeper. Damon Smith, adjusting exceptionally well to his new role as marauding full back (it seems you can teach an old dog new tricks), went up front for the final minutes in a bid to grab the winner, but it didn't come.
The game finished 4-4, but don't be disheartened. This is just the start. Magical things can happen if you believe in yourself, and you believe in us. Get ready, the season has just begun.