Wasn’t sexy. Didn’t have to be. Top of the group and on to the knock out stage.
There’s almost nothing to say about this match, except for this dude pictured above. Legendary that.
On a side note, the frozen pitch reminded me of my time in Manhattan where the mighty Jossy’s Giants (a Toon picked the name, honest) were forced to play a match out on Pier 40 where the pitch had flooded and subsequently froze.
Anytime we’d need to clear our lines we’d hoof it on top of the ice patch and giggle as two opposing players gingerly crept on to the slippery surface to retrieve the ball and resume play. I have no idea if we won that night, but there was beer after, worth it.