SHIT THE BEDFORD.... Peter's Field needs a ploughing

Alright Alright.... let's just all take a deep breath and calm the fuck down. Evidently the weekend didn't go quite as planned. Honey G-sus we made a right Ed Balls of that didn't we. Yes, that's right... theBoroWalk does a popular culture reference. But fear not! Much like the attempted derailing of our title challenge, it's pretty much assured this is only going to be a temporary setback from normality.

So where did it all go wrong on Saturday? Well principally, we conceded more then we scored. Digging a little deeper, when the teamsheet dropped at theBoroWalk towers on Saturday, there were more marked differences then a Sun photograph of jeremy Corbyn at a remembrance Sunday service.
The non-appearance of theBoroWalk stalwart Keith "Reggie" Emmerson suddenly brought on mild bouts of paranoia. Fair play to him though, he's an absolute bloody 'ledge. If I'd scored that worldy at the DunceTable the other day, I'd take a Saturday off just watching it back in slo-mo on youtube, eating barbecue pringles in my pants too.
Unfortunately though, Reggie's absence (trench foot) coupled with Charlie "Chaplin" Allen's departure, in midweek, suddenly left us looking a little less formulaic in the centre. Time for Spencer to sprinkle some of his 'SpencerDayzical' pixie dust and whip the lads up into a frenzy of biblical proportions. In came Sam "Ali" Shaban, for a start as expected as Brexit, and Michael "Churchill" Onovwigun. Other new signing Femi "Dom" Orenuga took his place, chomping at the bit, on the bench.
One change in goal too as "the Slayer" Bufton was replaced by Gianluigi's English cousin Aaron Buffon... And for the love of God can an away side spell OYENUGA correctly just once!

Soooooo into the action and not much happened in the first 10. Then we get more paranoid and trigger happy then Donald Trump on his first day, with the nuke codes, in the White House. A couple of goals conceded.... both sloppier then Nic "Clintons" Ciardini at a Pizza Hut Ice cream factory. 'Nuff said.

That'd be it for Bedford chances in the half... we had a shed load of the ball but it just wasn't clicking... chances came, chances went, a few of them out of the ground. A deflected "Ali" shot cannoned off the post. But no, no reward... no air of inevitability. Must have left it on the M25.

Into the second half and the Mighty Yellows switched it up. Spencer, trying to seize the day, pushed it to a 3-4-3. "Ali", "The Fire Engine" and "The Hoffen" looking to force the best comeback by a trio in Bedfordshire since Rod, Jane and Freddy played a shit hole in Luton in 1995. Again, 'Boro took the lions share of the possession, but were unable to turn that possession into precious goals.
Femi "Dom" finally made his 'Boro bow, with 25 mins to go, looking to penetrate the Bedford rear-guard. The ref, clearly still star struck at being on the same field as the legendary 'Boro warriors, then remembered he'd picked himself as captain in his non league fantasy football team so went for the assist, blocking off a Boro free kick into the path of a Bedfordian.... him and his mate honed in on "The Slayer's" goal but he wasn't going 3 down. Nice try ref, nice try.
Jack "Mischa" Barton replaced "Churchill" for the last 20 or so... the game opened up in the last 15, like a can of Reggie's barbecue pringles, with the Bedfordians looking to counter strike as we readied the kitchen sink. Much like a newbie at a brothel, there were multiple chances at both ends... but neither ball bag bulged until stoppage time when a good run from "Dom" eventually resulted in a low cross finding Perry "the Hoffen" Coles who sent 3 defenders on hoiday to Timbuktu before blasting his load past the ball bag protector. 8 in 9 for "the Hoffen"... COME BACK WAS ON..... until the ref blew the final whistle approximately 17 seconds later.

So there you have it... we're good... just not all the time. BUT we're Farnborough... so fuck it, who cares. I'll leave it to our legend of an Ass Manager JR "Hartley" to sum it up.

That's called 'closure' kids.




Tuesday! PETERSFIELD!!
So on to Tuesday and the P-Fielders are bringing their 11 man cure for a hangover show to fortress Cherrywood.   P19  W2  D2  L17  GF15 GA47... Just soak that in. Then the realisation hits that one of those 2 wins was our post Crystal Palace capitulation. This tinpot league has a habit of throwing up results more unexpected then the Spanish Inquisition, but come on now. This result is more of a home banker then your mum. 

What's more, to add flames to the steaming pile of crap that is Peter's field's chances of snatching a result, in an exclusive interview with theBoroWalk this week, "Reggie" confirmed his trenchfoot has subsided, he's out of pringles and he's ready to dish out a master class once again. He's also bringing his army pals so it's fair to say our defence program is being taken to extra levels. 

With "the Hoffen" hell bent on double figures and the new lads out to make a mark, it's going to be a walk in the park. Sit back, relax and enjoy the procession. 

We're going to have played a game more then Roysters Potato Chips, in the league, after tonight so nothing else then a total annihilation will do. 

theBoroWalk prediction:  6-0 'Boro