Unducky!

Two matches full of spills, thrills and rotten luck. But what performances, what a morning, what a way to kiss our chances of retaining the League trophy goodbye.

In match one, Cumnor raced from the blocks and played some lovely one touch football in truly dire conditions. And so did Ducklington, matching Cumnor in ambition and execution. The boys were on fire and the chances were coming. However, it took a piece of individual glory from the twisty turny Fyn to dance through the defence and poke home a startling opener. Game on, glory beckoned... even Will's unfortunate own goal on the stroke of half-time didn't deflect the good mood.

In the second-half, playing with a strong breeze we genuinely felt our time had come. Despite some heroic work from Rory, Ben, Will, Adam, Fyn, Toby and Pricey in goal we couldn't break through. Then, with seconds left, Ducklington broke free and slid a last minute heartbreaking winner in. Oh, foul and fiendish football gods, how can you treat us this way?!? Again.

In match two, the muscle brothers: Joe, Muller, Laurie and Steinsberg took to the field... charging and clashing and bashing and bothering. Matt was snakey out wide, twisting on the wind and James S calmeness itself in the centre of the storm. Freed from the shackles of the yellow shirt (bravely worn instead by a wounded Will) Ollie showed glimpses of midfield maestro Xavi Alonso. But the win, could Cumnor claim a win? No. Despite the many chances (including a 3 minute goal line scramble led by Joe) a mad jack Muller lunge (we think it was Muller, the evidence points to Muller, but we could be wrong) gave Ducklington a penalty and the chance to snatch a 1 - 0 win.

Again, the match was a rollercoaster ride, in fact... the ref was having so much fun he played 45 minutes in the second-half(!) but we still couldn't pull level.

Beaten, not broken. Down, not out. Kind words from the Ducklington manager who paid glowing tribute to our spirit and our football. And we salute Ducklington too... they know, both games this season could have gone either way. For now, the spoils are theirs. Next time, who knows?

Player of the Week: done and dusted by the end of match one - El Fynio for a goal conjured from thin air.