Week 8: Dirty Fajitas 3-2 The Originals

Over a month after being soundly beaten by The Originals away, Dirty were bristling with intent when the fat masters returned to the Willows in March 2011. The electricity which filled the Spring air wavered briefly when some fat prick tore up the script almost immediately, cleverly putting the Originals ahead after just a few seconds, but once ahead, the heffers quickly opted to sit back. Big mistake.


Dirty pummelled their bloated visitors, with Taggers calling the tune on his March Wembley debut. The summer arrival from Birmingham cleverly set up Tiers for an effort which the Original keeper did well to block, and then had a shag disallowed after he deflected Marrer's lustful glance from an offside position.



The crowd could sense that the Originals were on the ropes, and a growing buzz peaked into a thunderous roar when Tiers blasted Dirty level seven minutes before half-time. Taggers crossed from the left, and the England striker blasted through, past the keeper and between a host of backtracking Originals defenders. Back on level terms with the mighty MSB, a mental hurdle had been cleared.


After the interval the Dirty boys continued to call the tune, but without forcing as many chances. The rattled visitors upped their robust approach, with MSB a serial offender, but the gameplan backfired when he almost earned two yellow cards and an early bath.


It wasn’t long before Dirty took full advantage. Only four minutes later, no-one flicked a half-cleared corner back into the danger area. Oweners collected the ball, shielded away some hilarious attempts to clear, rounded on the ball and slotted into the delightful net. The roar that greeted Tiers’s goal suddenly seemed like a timid yelp in comparison to the baying din that now gripped Wembley.


Whereas the Originals sought to protect their advantage in the game’s infancy, Dirty aimed to take full advantage of having a stranglehold on the scoreline, and wrapped up the victory late in the second half through a stunning goal from Marrers.


Again Ashers was involved, sliding an inch-perfect pass infield from the left touchline. Marrers raced onto it and drilled a fierce shot into the keepers' far bottom corner.


Although some flabby shit pulled an injury-time goal back with a stunningly simple goal, Dirty held on to notch the victory that showed they could hold their own at Europe’s top table.

Goal count:

Oweners: 15
Kingy: 8
Tiers: 7
Whitters: 4

Taggers: 2

Owers: 2

Ashers: 2
Marrers: 2
Moraners: 1
Northers: 1

Man of the match: Marrers. Kingy said it. I can film him saying it if anyone dares doubt this.

Person of the match count:

Fitty: 2
Oweners: 2

Taggers: 2
Tiers : 2
Kingy: 2
Roof Ant: 2
Billers: 2

Marrers: 2
Ashers: 1
Whitters: 1