Windy Killer

Windy Killer! Craigroyston have a “gale of a time” as pathetic Primaries run out of puff at Pennywell. The penultimate game in a largely successful season ended up with a shell shocked Primaries pissing in the wind after a spirited comeback from Craigroyston. The match had to be delayed for ten minutes after it came to light that no­one in the Rossoblu had any bloody idea where the kit bag was. Once Forrest kindly stepped in to tog the lads out, the newly christened Gialloblu took to the field. By the end of the game the sight of 15 guys with yellow stripes on their backs would be wholly appropriate after a shameful capitulation. Primaries started the game well with Baillie and Dimeck coming to the fore with some neat interplay. Willie French was also back in the ranks for Primaries and looked to be enjoying the free role he had given himself. Jamie Begg was also looking to continue his recent run of form and he was given a glorious opportunity after being put through by Gilhooley. Unfortunately for Primaries it was the normal Begg that had turned up and he made an absolute Horlicks® of a simple chance. Worse was to come for Jamie Young when he sclaffed another shot well wide when it looked easier to score. Jamie Old and Hot Shot leader Sullivan looked on in bemusement at the decision to leave PSFC’s fearsome striking duo on the bench for this one. When the howls of derision had finally died out Primaries took the lead. The ball broke to Dimeck on the edge of the Craigie box after a scramble and he curled a majestic outside of the foot strike into the bottom corner. It was sublime stuff from Dimeck with the ball taking the kind of bend that would have had Newton choking on his apple in wonderment. 1­0 Primaries This was still a tight affair and with French continuing his baffling forays around the darkest recesses of the pitch, Primaries suddenly looked light in the middle (not an easy task with the podgy figures on show). Craigroyston had been pushing forward with regularity and they turned possession into goals when a cross from the right was knocked into the net past a helpless Forrest. 1­1. It was becoming apparent that the original picks weren’t up to scratch and a raft of changes suddenly provided the catalyst for a Primaries breakthrough. Blustering striker Sullivan had already created havoc in the few moments he had had on the pitch (refreshingly not for his own team), so when a defensive clearance was sent skyward it was “The Fat Douglas” who cushioned the ball beautifully for Jamieson who lashed a