Sodden Chapi hit double figures

Picture: Joseph 2 during the pre-match warm-up

On a morning more typical of the west of Ireland than sunny Spain, Chapi took on local neighbours Navalagamella at slippery Chapi Stadium. In a match in which the hosts dominated throughout, at least sufficiently to win 10-1, it was low on tension albeit high on drizzle. The guests arriving without a goalkeeper, luckily found Chapi with two, so in the first half Joseph 2 managed well to only allow 6 goals to be thumped past him. Pepe, in the second half managed to limit the flow marginally despite being cheekily lobbed by Arthur late in the game.

Picture: half-time banter on the Chapi bench

Another highlight was El Davo rising like a salmon (or maybe an anchovy) to head home a left wing corner for goal number seven or eight. Shortly before the end, captain Charles showing solidarity with his drenched teamates, refused to come off the bench apparently because he had already showered.

This week's profile is baby-face Robert. Being unable to interview the young lad, I have no further information to impart (at least for the moment) except that he can run really fast.

Chapi league debut goal rush

Chapi Vets debut in the recently formed Sierra Vets League started with the visit of Burgohondo from the neighbouring province of Ávila.

Picture: Captains and youthful-looking referee before the match.

Half-way through a low-key first-half saw Chapi trailing to a solitary opposing strike and things looked grim. However, for no apparent reason, all hell broke loose and goals flew in at both ends throughout the rest of the match.
So, at the final whistle, Chapi found themselves victors by 9-4 with usual suspects, baby-face Robert and Arthur on the score sheet plus others that have slipped my mind.
Picture: spot the ball competition entry.

This week's micro-profile is our sturdy and stout goalkeeper, Pepe. In an interview lasting around ten seconds before the match, I was able to ascertain that he sells toilets and related paraphernalia. So, in the interests of feeble humour, Pepe thought early on on that we were down the pan and going down the plughole but ended up flushed with pride at our comeback. So we bathed in our glory and didn't sink into depression.

I missed the last game due to work commitments and snow, but tomorrow morning we are off again!