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With the championship in the bag, Shene field a one-legged player with a very bad case of piles. |
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Brownie can't resist posing for the camera, even though Shene are taking a vital free kick |
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Having seen the ref do the hokey-cokey (see later pics), the Shene boys decide to have a go themselves |
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General amusement as Belly gets over-excited and wets himself |
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...you put the champagne in, the champagne out... |
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Boorman, Wall and Crisp get the hang of it |
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Blimey - and this was only half-time |
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Despite being beyond treatment, Shene players queue for the Therapy Room |
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Tom Crisp before his makeover |
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Daggers with his "I'm a native Noo Yawker" look |
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Have they no shame? Skipper Bailey sports a Leicester City hat, while Millard urinates in the general direction of Craven Cottage |
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Did you get that haircut for a bet, Dan? |
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The ref joins in the fun by doing the hokey-cokey - "You put your whole self in..." |
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"Six foot two, eyes of blue - Ian Millard's after you." What opposing centre forwards saw every time they looked over their shoulder |
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Daggers, confused by the change of ends at half time, goes in the wrong direction while the ref continues to do the hokey-cokey |
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Wall and Crisp get engaged |
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Batchelard shows his age with the beginnings of a dodgy comb-over |
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It's like an aerial ballet as salmonesque Shene players leap and soar to attack a corner kick |
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Custodian of the onion bag (soon to be veteran of the sick-bag), Shene II's No. 1 - Tom Clargo |
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Tina Turner's and Barry Manilow's love child |
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The first of many for Clargo |
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