RooneyAh, another night of fantastic four-way football had dawned upon us come Monday evening. After a hasty call to arms late Friday afternoon, the lads all responded favourably and come the end of the weekend, all four of us were once again hunkered down around my television, cooldrink and chips firmly within our grasp.

The increased threat level that Karl and Jeremy now bring to the table means that I can no longer pick teams by simply choosing a random colour (sorry Patricia) but instead Ryan is now left to choose decent enough teams to give us a fair chance against the might of Jeremy and Karl’s long ball England. That said, in a shocking first, Karl and Jeremy played the larger percentage of the evening with teams other than that of their trusty old red and white cross lads. In fact, it was only towards the end of the evening in the hopes of winning a game that the boys finally switched to their old stalwarts of Rooney and Owen.

That said and done, Ryan and I were truly on song last night. We did not lose or draw a single games, winning the majority of the games by at least a three goal margin (in fact the first three games were all won 4-1 in our favour) and only struggling a little in the last two or three outings when our fingers must have gotten a little greasy thanks to all the chips we were consuming.

Of course, it is not that Jeremy and Karl didn’t put up a decent fight mind you. They worked some exquisite goals, making good use of some nifty through passes as well as scoring a sublime free kick goal and an excellent header goal off a corner kick (the only goal to come off a corner in fact), and I am pretty sure that not a single game went by without them scoring at least one goal.

Unfortunately for them (and despite their tactic of keeping my attention off the games by making me chat throughout the night) Ryan had an absolute blinder of an evening, scoring a host of goals and setting up even more nifty chances for me to score off as well. Actually, I scored quite a number of glorious goals too I’ll let you know, it is just that all my good work was quickly undone by an absolute howler of an own-goal I managed to score, literally running the ball the length of the defensive square right into the back of my own net. Talk about embarrassing! (And for some or other reason Ryan wasn’t quite as impressed with my accuracy in that goal as what I was)

Feeling intimidated by the mounting losses, Karl tried to sneak off early, mumbling something about work and a curfew set by Patricia, which I promptly overthrew by calling Patricia up and asking her if we could hold on to Mr Storbeck for a little while longer. As it was, it turned out to be their best chance at winning or drawing a game for the evening as come 90 minutes we were neck and neck at 3 goals apiece. Thankfully though a complete and utter blunder by Jeremy in the dying seconds of the game saw me snatch up an easy loose ball and blast it home to take the game as the whistle blew! Sorry boys, better luck next time.

So for the first time in ages, Ryan and I can swagger proudly in the knowledge that at last we can claim to be unbeatable (until the next time of course!) As always, thanks to all the guys for showing and better luck next time – I suggest distracting me with Easter eggs just in case you guys are looking for a new strategy (Just ask Terrance how effective they are!)

And as is the norm, after K and J left, Ryan asked for a couple of quick games of FIFA 08 to cap the night off, which strangely enough, saw us score 7 goals in 3 games, a personal record for the two of us. Unfortunately for him though, he lost overall seeing that I took our first game 2-1 (the other two were both 1-1 draws). Maybe next time Ryan… or you could just try the Easter egg trick that I’ve just suggested to Karl and Jeremy! :P