Bulls v Bears: Revenge is Sweat

There have been criticisms that our match reports have been a little verbose of late. 
"Why can't you be more focussed and precise like that nice... Nic 'not so' Manley?"
With that whinging still ringing we decided late last night that each player would review their own game, cutting the verbiage to just 10 words per player (so that's 10 words Piggin & Jim).


Camel v Magic
Nigel made mega effort to nick first game 10-9.
Toby's retaliation followed. Meticulous drops, volleys, retrieving, to cruise home.
(1-3)


Natalie v Seb  
A tantalising teenage encounter, first game to speedy Seb 9-7. 
Lob serves, slower pace, precision drops, next three to Natalie. 
(3-1)


Trev v Jo
Trev: Exquisitely irritating, momentarily mischevious, but ultimately polite, urbane and dignified...
Jo: Unreadable drops, grumpychops; perked up in bar after four vinos...
(3-1)
PS: Jo's response was largely unprintable but did include several 'tosser's and one 'cock'...


'Grim' Jim v Capt Kangaroo (10 words each player remember Jim...)
Despite the most bizarre marking decision in the history of the game and the deathly silence of young Seb’s Bearish colleagues on the balcony, who must have abruptly taken monastic vows of silence, Coops eased past the rusty Capt Fielding 3-0. The only winner here was Mr Longman, to the tune of one new racket please!
(3-0)
PS: The captain responds with his ten penneth... Rusty indeed against a very sharp blade on top form

St Piggin v Oli (that's just 10 words remember Pig...)

The game of Oli v me v Jo v Oli was a feisty game of two halves and three adversaries.  The ever mercurial Oli got off to a flyer and took the first two games.  I did all the running and blew-up midway through the first game after a particularly torrid rally. Oli had me doing court sprints and I was doing little more than feeding him untidy shots into the middle of the court.  
It was all a bit of a blur from then until the third game.  
I can't remember the scores in either game.  
I may have gotten 6 points in the first game and possibly a couple in the second...

I got my act back together for the start of the third and Oli started putting everything into the tin, which I forgot to thank him for.  At some point in the third, the inevitable congestion around the middle of the court brought our lady bear marker into the mix.  From then on, there must have been a dozen or so calls for her intervention.  I wouldn't dare suggest they were all wrong but I'm brave enough to consider they weren't all right.  
Certainly, impartial though.

I won the next 3 games, enjoying Oli's capitulation.  
Must have his wedding on his mind...


With that thought; a free packet of peanuts goes to the person who can guess what Oli is saying to the hapless photographer (Stampy) in the picture below...