Away to Stepps 2

Never in the field of Central One conflict have two sides laboured so much, for so little.
Warming up, we noticed how slow and generally poor the standard of the preceding fixture was (Western 2 vs Uni 2) and we all joked that we would not stoop so low. Cursed by our own hubris! So what went wrong?

1. Our three old-timers, Jack, Victor & Mitch (votes for what we re-christen him; Isa, Walter, Navid or Tam?) arriving barely in time for push-back.
2. New kits on most of our players - I need to blame something more esoteric.
3. You know the big lad in all the padding who usuually stands between the upright metal bits, between which we are supposed to put the ball in order to win a game? Yeah? Well, we conspired to make it relatively easy on him to prevent us from doing so, hence the upward struggle.

Stumpy bagged the opener just before the break from a broken-up PC.
The important second was eventually scored with less than 10 minutes on the clock and we actually played some exquisite, 2-touch, heads-up hockey to score, tearing up their right flank from a turn-over by Dr. Fro-Bo.
They got one back with under 2 minutes to go and we settled for an ugly 2-1 win.