Leith Franklin Academicals Beige Cricket Club

Twas  a dark rumbling rolling reticent sky that greeted the warriors as they crossed the mightly juncture that bound the great chasm between the Lothian and the dark dank fetid region known as fyfe. Folowing in the steps of the great one, the one known to us mortals as  byennie,  big byennie of  barnton.  Bold knight   Nathaniel turn and spoke to the wheelmaster and  he spoke thus

“Fuck me Fluendy this golf doesn’t half stink with the five of us and our kit in it.”

Twas  a dark rumbling rolling reticent sky that greeted the warriors as they crossed the mightly juncture that bound the great chasm between the Lothian and the dark dank fetid region known as fyfe. Folowing in the steps of the great one, the one known to us mortals as  byennie,  big byennie of  barnton.  Bold knight   Nathaniel turn and spoke to the wheelmaster and  he spoke thus

“Fuck me Fluendy this golf doesn’t half stink with the five of us and our kit in it.”

Twas  a dark rumbling rolling reticent sky that greeted the warriors as they crossed the mightly juncture that bound the great chasm between the Lothian and the dark dank fetid region known as fyfe. Folowing in the steps of the great one, the one known to us mortals as  byennie,  big byennie of  barnton.  Bold knight   Nathaniel turn and spoke to the wheelmaster and  he spoke thus

“Fuck me Fluendy this golf doesn’t half stink with the five of us and our kit in it.”

And so, our heroes, the Redpath and McLean Leith Franklyn Academical Olyde Beige II’s  crossed the Forth Road Bridge and raced toward Fife and their Appointment with East of Scotland league division 5 counterparts Falkland III’s

Reduced to ten men because of weakness in the ranks but mainly the repulsive timidity of Steven Middleton, the lads bravely soldiered on before arriving at the green campas among the secluded dales of the seductive Lomond hills known to the shy of sex as “the Twa paps of Fyffe. Twas here, readers, that two great armies would do battle - and battle they did for 89.2 great overs of unselfish endevour. Endevour that wouldn’t be known to shybladders, the likes  of watt and the one known only as G  - those that had already given their shy hearts away. Away in the face of prospect of battle equal or better than their own but now happy to pick on lesser talents like school blowhards picking on the lesser, the  weaker ,and yes, fellow readers…  the younger.

Still battle the ten men did and lost in that fine last over.. a fine last over that never have need been. Still our is not to reason why ours is but to whine and dye…

Ye Olde Leige 180 –8  Thar blows the Falkland III’s 183 -7