Match Reports in Rhyme 2021/22 (Part 2)

Coxy's header set things off 

Looping home with ease:

Floated in the corner ball

Tango in goal's eyes did bawl

In the Autumn breeze.

Sanders would deliver next

From Tim's calm assist:

Like a brand new Sanders bus

He'd arrive with little fuss,

Turbo pumped his fist!

In the second, Devlin: 3

Bopped home on the line;

Sanders won a penalty

And a fourth goal we'd soon see:

Martham greens did whine!

But, from a strike on the left

They'd soon pull one back:

In it flew - helped by the post

The mud-covered "beans-on-toast";

Big Wes yelled, 'ATTACK!!!'

Solo - debut from the bench

Followed home in style,

To make it 5 on the board

(Fruit BonBons Ayersy would hoard),

He'd guzzle a pile!

Cary's class drive made it 6

The horn squeaked and wheezed;

Then his curler made it 7

Shannocks were in Martham Heaven,

Tubbsy's chops looked pleased!

The pitch like a bowling green

Wembley-esque, no doubt;

It should have been (at least) 10

Billy WILL score (who knows Wenn...)

But - a comfy rout!

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells

Jingle all the way,

Oh what fun it is to see

Shannocks win away!

Sanders (through on goal) was barged

Over on his rump,

Ref waved his arms in distress

Ultras got the hump!

Abbo - The King - at last back

Class with every touch,

Beat North End each time for fun

Hammering his clutch!

Borough's Tango tipped high twice

To keep clean his sheet

As the rain fell silently

But soon came "the treat!"

Ayersy whipped his sweeties out:

Wobbly jelly lips,

Then there'd be a sucking spree

Followed by large spits

As precipitation grew

And the new half sprang

Up like a Jack-in-a-box

While the Ultras sang:

"Fans matter! Fans matter!

The 12th man are we,

Fans matter! Fans matter!

Where Shez play we'll be!"

Abbo's 20-yarder flew

In the net to land...?

No! As Tango once again

Leapt - out stretched his hand

And frustration once more would

Echo round the ground,

Until Bobby's left-field cross

Low right corner - found!

A deserved lead, 1-0 Reds

Floodlights twinkled grand

As the vapes and "apple juice"

Flowed around the stand!

Enter Haylo from the bench

His fierce header reached

Colonel Sanders who drove on

Zinger-style; doubt: bleached:

Super Tim, determined, raced

Through and from a tight

Angle blasted - which was saved,

But on he did fight

To smash home the follow-up;

Three points on the road

As we witnessed true grit and

Passion overload!

On the pitch - the lads gave all

They fought like tough men,

Billy's long strike: so close, he'll

Score soon... who knows Wenn...?

Hallers and the players thanked

(As a sea of hands)

Applauded - out in the rain

Shezza's hardcore fans!

We'll fill up on Turkey plus

Brussel sprouts galore

And be ready at The Rec

To battle once more!

Rooks caused damage at The Rec:

To The Nest we flew,

Friday night in Norwich, a

Match - long overdue!

3G pitch: zippy and with

Needham used to this

Any thoughts of a goal fest

We would give a miss!

No side took an early grip

The ball - pinball-style

Bounced about in frantic mode

Flippers: fierce; hostile.

Needham Market went in front

De La Paz dashed through

Beat the keeper to slot home,

We were in a stew!

Up the lads woke and that man

(Super Tim's his name)

Did what he does and altered

The course of this game!

Sanders pinged him in on goal

One-on-one most neat,

Cary's magic was dished out

With his silky feet!

1-1 just before the break

But we were not done,

Ethan Lane charged down the right:

Ultras had some fun!

In the ball whipped - Super Tim

Conjured with his boot

A 2-1 lead for the Reds

(Marketmen went mute!)

A half volley burst the net

And the match had turned,

In the freezing cold tongues and

Vocal chords soon burned!

In the second Abbo had

A half chance, though not

Much else happened goal mouth-wise...

But: 3 points we've got!

6 points with a game in a hand

Off the top we wait,

The title is up for grabs

Passion - by the crate

We will take to Downham Town

And fight for each ball;

Play it right and the points we'll...

Come home with them all!

Free pies, free beers and 3 points

At Memorial Field,

All our pain of times gone past

In style truly healed!

From the off we got stuck in

Battled for each ball

And the table topping hosts

Could not break our wall!

Top goalscorer - super Tim

Trouble in the throat

(Out with tonsillitis) but

We'd wade through their moat!

Archie Galley up front started

And soon tried his luck...

With the keeper off his line

In his shot did tuck!

Downham puffed (and also huffed)

Their frustrations grew,

We were too strong at the back

And tempers did brew:

Mittens up top was ticked off

By the lino, stern;

On the Naughty Step he could

Have had a long turn!

In the second half the traps

We flew out once more,

And a class through Money ball

Made the Ultras roar!

Ethan Lane's speed: one-on-one

Through the middle - clear,

To the right he slotted home

To a Shannocks cheer!

Not long after Galley raced

Through, but this time: high;

Of stretching the Town defence

The Shez were not shy!

Downham pulled one back, a rare

Error let them in:

A firm finish from close range

But, right on the chin

The lads took it and pushed up

Norman down the right -

Linford Christie at his peak

Dished out one big fright!

The hosts could not get near him

And his pinpoint cross:

Nodded home by Lane with ease,

This game we did boss!

Alfie Mattocks on the left

For his age - mature,

Through the Market constantly

The lad often tore!

Bobble-Hat was in a tizz

Hints went close for 4,

And if truth be told the Shannocks

Could have won by more!

A huge win; the title is

Up for grabs, but next:

Harleston in the Senior Cup

A tough game - expect!

Harleston Horror (The End...)

Strange location

Changed winning team,

Weird late decision

End of our dream.

Twat in the Hat

Shown a straight red,

Horror v Harleston

Let's put to bed!

The frame was smashed,

Billy Wenn's goal

From the spot (his first)

But, as a whole

The match was tossed

Into the bin;

Opinions should not

Be some great sin.

Odd late free-kick

Out on the right,

Killed our momentum;

That's all. Good night.

- - - -

Scattered leaves, ignored and trod

Upon; Autumn fall?

Through each season, cycle: snap!

Shall ne'er change at all.

Timid, voiceless; statue-esque

Folk pay hard to view;

Yet, when profits are dished out

Receive - just a few.

Darkness smothers joy and hope

Push the pillow hard;

Passion melts away and drains,

Warm, unwanted lard.

Alone, there but stands an I,

That four-letter word,

In this sense, this instance - dead

Not a squeak be heard.

Better in the prison cell,

Buried in a grave;

That harsh, unfair option beats

Acting like their slave.

Harsh conditions - gusts galore

Lots of wind about,

But stuck in the Shannocks got

As per; ne'er a doubt.

New lad Jamie Smith up top

Held the ball up grand

And the Ultras cheered with pride

Some sat, most did stand!

And it was not long until

Shezza took the lead:

Smithy's movement in the box

Classy, did the deed:

Billy Wenn played Haylo in

And his fierce cross, low

Was fired home by our new man:

1-0 up we'd go.

U.E.A. offered little

And at half-time we

Downed some cheeky apply juice

(Some would sip their tea)!

In the second the king soon

Left his throne to play:

King Abbo graced Dereham's turf

U.E.A. he'd slay!

His class through ball played Smith in

And he struck it well,

But the keeper'd studied hard...

Textbook save; most swell.

A good stop and after a 

Lecture from the bench,

The students of U.E.A.

Had a thirst to quench!

Although, sadly for them it

Was to be just dregs

As the super Sheringham

Had the strength - and legs!

Coxy bossed it at the back

Chances: far and few

And with time played out to their

Halls they quickly flew.

Scrappy, but a decent win

For us on the road;

3 away wins on the trot

Passion: overload!

There's but 12 games left to play

Each ball kicked will count,

With this fight and hunger a

Title push we'll mount!

At The Nest the Reds took charge

Bossed the play and: fab

Bobby's cheeky back-heel let

Sanders - a goal - grab!

A calm low strike in the box

1-0 and in charge

Were the Shannocks until on

Half-time: the barrage

Came from Downham, and through a

Sloppy cross: free strike;

1-1: unfair, but onwards

Sheringham would hike!

Top goalscorer, super Tim

King Abbo as well

Sat on the bench twiddling thumbs

Trapped inside their shell.

Jamie Smith up front - a class

Player, goal machine

Slotted at the far post which

Could have set the scene

For a Shannocks goal-fest, but

Down the other end

Loose play then allowed the Town

To quickly amend!

The free ball was poked home and

2-2; scoreline: harsh,

On the Shez attacked, Norman

A young Rodney Marsh

Ploughed through Downham every time

With his strength and pace

As for a third goal we would

Chase and chase - and chase!

Sadly, near the end, a box

Scuffle took control

After a strange incident

By the Shezza goal!

Red cards flew out - 1 for us

Jamie Smith would go

Off, and yet for what offence?

Nobody did know!

Both clubs will appeal as the

Match was filmed, and so

On review let's hope that true

Justice soon shall flow...

2-a-piece it ended, a

Free-kick at the death

Whizzed wide from the visitors

As we held our breath!

At last! Tuesday night - we played

At the Wellesley ground,

And the sight of King Abbo

Would rev up the sound!

Off his throne to start the game

Our King - he was back!

And our true promotion charge

Not derailed: on track!

Diggo for the Reds - almost,

Somehow it was cleared,

Blocked on the line, but fear not...

Soon the Ultras cheered!

Abbo - with a silky run,

Feet dancing with class

Struck with skill to bottom left...

Keeper - on his arse!

Great goal! And the travelling fans

Would salute their man;

True passion; ability

Not a soul can ban!

Pancake Day it might have been,

We gave not a toss,

And our captain, our leader

At the back did boss.

Shezza struck both posts and Cox

From close range poked home;

But the lino raised his flag

(The twitty wee gnome!)

In the second, sloppily

Shez strolled round the pitch,

And a mistake - very poor

Saw our clean sheet: ditch!

Billy Wenn's nut knocked it in

Denham - not a chance;

And, against the run of play

Bloaters then did prance!

Norman at right back - a waste,

Our runs and low cross

Play which let us score for fun:

Clogged up. We must floss!

Super Tim and Sanders had

Service - far and few;

But the young lad would cash in...

MONEY'S account GREW!

A worldie strike - high with dip

Way outside the box

Beat the keeper and raised his

Value; rose his stocks!

Great Yarmouth now were rattled

And, a naughty lunge

Led to a late(ish) red card;

Would nerves now expunge...?

We would make a meal of it:

A huge belly buster!

Thankfully, a few wide shots

Was all they could muster!

Ultras drove the boys home, and

The great half-time grub

From the super Pie Man helped

Us, give dread - the snub!

2-1 to the mighty Shez,

Debenham up next;

A home match, although it's at

The Nest, I expect...

Out the traps the Shannocks flew

And a dipping strike

From the Colonel smashed the net

But, soon we would hike

Uphill in frustration when

A long Yellow shot

Bounced in front of Denham to

Twist the match day plot!

1-1 at the break, a kick

Up the backside we

Needed; and a vocal one

Fans dished out for free!

Haylo came straight off the bench

But within the first

Minute of the second, our

Fears we'd have to nurse!

Sloppy play allowed the Deb

To like Skippy... Skip

Through our box to hammer home

And the three points strip...

No, no, no! Not on your nelly!

Shannocks don't give in;

On we passed and moved believing

That still we could win!

Haylo - rapid down the right

The home fans did please,

Faster than a skier with

Extra slippy skis!

Sleek passing set up new boy

Moppy, who struck low

With a cheeky curl and YES!!

Back on track we'd flow.

2-2 and true domination

Took charge; super Cox

From a corner burst the net

From outside the box!

A great strike and now in front

This time - no mistake

Could allow our lead to slip...

We would dine on steak!

At pace - short passes then saw

Dribbling on each face

As the move was slotted home:

Money finding space

To cash in from close range, calm

And Shez were not done;

Colonel Sanders scored again

Adding to the fun!

Tricky movement, without doubt

Caused rumbles galore

In the bowels of Debenham

Leaving them most sore!

Sanders bent the fifth goal home

Norman - on the left

Cutting back for him to place

Cooly; finish: deft.

There was time left still for more

But we shut up shop...

Debenham were out ostock,

Up the points we'd mop!

Finally, back at The Rec

Shannocks would patrol;

And after an early scare

Climbed out of a hole!

A Town strike from 18 yards

Flew high to the right

And from behind, once again

Shez would need to fight!

On the gloves went; mothguards clicked

Into place - ding ding

Off we battled, footwork - neat

Out we'd dish a sting!

Billy Wenn launched down the right

Ethan Lane with skill

Beat his man and crossed for Norman

To give fans a thrill!

With his head he powered home

On the ropes were Town,

And it wouldn't take too long

For them to go down...

Moppy's long shot clipped the bar

But soon pounce did he

At The Reef end and we'd swim

In joy and for free!

Poor defensive play allowed

Him to nip in and 

Round the keeper to slot home

Yet, up still they'd stand.

In the second half a ball

Was played through: offside...

And the Hunters whipped it home

But - we do not hide:

To a man we fought on hard

In our veins - belief,

And, with minutes left to play

We'd destroy all grief!

Devlin, coming off the bench

Picked up Bobby's ball

And lashed from outside the box...

Time stopped! It would stall!

Up it fizzed and then it dipped

And then it did land

In the net's top corner to

Erupt the home stand!

A deserved late winner, which

Tasted sweeter still

As promotion rivals drew

And our pleasure further grew

But we know there's work to do

What a match though. Brill!

Tuesday eve - a lengthy trip

Saw the Shannocks gain

3 big points, in truth though it

Was a night of pain

Of great torture for the Whites,

Somehow, only one

Goal did separate the sides:

Blanks would fire our gun!

The goal came through a class cross

From Smith on the right,

Which found Moppy, who punched home

And - well out of sight

Shez should have been; wastefulness

Somehow took a hold

As Moppy missed sitters next,

Chances: pure as gold!

Cary's free-kick clipped the bar

Box scrambles took place,

But the Pieman with his goods

Etched smiles on each face!

Hardcore fans tucked in: yum yum

A fab half-time treat;

Then the second half began

(A first half repeat):

Much the same; the atmosphere

Seemed a little flat;

Perhaps when the horn returns

It will see to that...

Tangerines' number 3

Was marched off to school

By young Mattocks who bossed him

(Alfie owned the fool!)

Coxy at the back looked pumped

(No messing about)

And, as usual, one concern

Which needs sorting out:

Bobby's floating corner kicks!

Let's try something new...

This is what the fans have said

As frustrations grew!

Smithy was electric and 

Held the ball up great,

When he went off - foolishly...

On a silver plate

Diss were almost handed a

Point; up their eyes lit;

Every single Shannocks fan

Could not believe it!

The ball just kept pinging back

And, by the far post

A free header at the death...

We were almost toast!

Shezza dug deep for the points

But, v CBS

If we squander chances we

May be in a mess!

Ultras' Man of the Match was

As we all agreed:

Jamie Smith who looks so hungry...

He is due a feed...

At The Nest v Norwich
This match, though, away,
After Tuesday's win in Diss
7 left to play

And it didn't take too long
For the silky skills
Of the Shannocks to dish out
The first of 5 thrills!

Pass and move at pace the Reds
Did and CBS
Live with the class - they could not
And - with great finesse

Smithy finished off a move
With but 10 mins played,
His worldie dipped off the bar
To begin the raid!

What a strike from twenty yards
And, when ginger beard
And the pony tail went close
Back on course we steered!

Number two: a beauty blast
Moppy's turn this time,
Up it looped into the net
Finish: most sublime.

This goal 25 yards plus
And we were not done;
In the second half even
Brighter shone our sun!

Moppy rolled a low ball to
Put Smith one-on-one,
Starving, the big man would feast
These meals he won't shun!

In it rolled, the net quivered
Punishment galore
For it was not over yet
There was more in store!

Abbo's engine - truly fuelled
And his neat pass - slick
Played in Moppy who cleaned up
And a brace he'd nick!

Feeling rattled, tempers grew
Frustrations as well,
And their keeper was caught when
On the ball he'd dwell:

Smithy, as sharp as a knife
Nipped in quick to steal,
Then place home to make it five
And his hattrick: seal.

FC Parson Drove are next
In the torture cage,
Our weapons will rest, but soon
Let loose further rage!