freak storm

The natives on the island the cruiseship birthed at for repairs from a “freak” storm, were keen to play us at the English game. The poor sods didn’t know that most of our side were either ex-division footballers or keen-amateurs. The lads didn’t even mind that the priest was ref.

Not a good ref, ignoring fouls but our lads didn’t care one jot. He couldn’t hide his contempt when we won.